The man with the green eyes comes into the coffee shop every morning at 8:53 am, on the dot.
Castiel is always the one to make his coffee, strong, with a little dash of milk and three sugars. After about two weeks of ordering the same thing, Castiel decides that it’s time for him to simply make the man’s drink and have it waiting for him when he gets in to the shop.
At 8:50 am, he steps away from behind the register and begins to go through the motions. He selects a to-go cup and pours in the blend that the man likes into it, watching the little curls of smoke that rise from the top. Next, he pours in a small, measured amount of milk, followed by three teaspoons of sugar. He mixes it together and covers it, making sure the lid is secure before he slips the cardboard sleeve onto the cup. He places it on the counter and stands back, glancing between the cup, the door, and the clock hanging on the opposite wall.
At 8:52 am, he begins to busy himself, wiping down the counter, and wiping away the stray sugar crystals that had spilled onto the wood. At 8:53 am, the door tinkles and he turns around, a smile on his face, except, it’s not his green eyed crush, it’s a pretty woman with dark eyes and dark hair.
"let’s get it on!" - tweets by jensen later tonight, probably
do you ever see a picture of your internet friend for the first time and you just kinda think
it appears i have accidentally befriended a beauty goddess.