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Castiel is placing clean coffee cups on the coffee machine to warm them up so he doesn’t see the customer entering the bakery. His brother does though and smiles brightly, nudging Castiel with an elbow.
“The tall hot guy with cakes is there,” he whispers.
Castiel’s eyes widen.
“Again?” he breathes out, surprised.
“Yeah, I guess he has a thing for you. You should finally slip him your number.” He nudges Castiel again, but before the younger Novak manages to say anything, Gabriel disappears into the back room so Castiel is the only one who can attend to the customer.
Castiel takes a deep breath and turns to the man who’s examining the displayed cakes.
“Hello, what can I do for you, today?”
“I have an idea or two,” the man mumbles, probably convinced that Castiel can’t hear him.
Castiel blinks at him. “Excuse me?”
The man straightens up, and Castiel notices the tips of his ears turned pink.
“Ugh, nothing,” he mutters rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I’d like the Red Velvet cake, please.”
Castiel nods and starts to pack up the cake.
The man is indeed very attractive, and Castiel certainly doesn’t complain that he comes so often, but seriously that’s the fourth cake in a week.
When he’s sliding the paper box containing the Red Velvet over the counter, he hesitates. The customer raises an eyebrow questioningly.
“Are you sure about this?” Castiel asks before he can stop himself.
The man frowns. “Is there something wrong with Red Velvet? Should I take Peanut Butter Chocolate instead?”
“No, no, ugh, sorry I didn’t mean-” Now it’s Castiel’s turn to stutter and blush.
“I just noticed it’s the fourth cake this week,” he says, eyes fixed on the cake box.
“And I know you probably work out and stuff-” without his say so his eyes travel up the man’s body, taking in his rather muscular torso.
“And I’m flattered you chose our bakery, but that’s really not healthy.”
He finally gathers the courage to look into the guy’s face and find bright green eyes staring at him in shock.
Cas’ heart stops for a second. Then the man breaks into full body laughter, shaking his head vehemently.
Castiel watches him with a frown, not sure if he’s alright.
“You thought-” the man heaves a breath, still fighting to stiffen his giggles. “You really thought I ate all those cakes myself?” he asks looking at Castiel.
Castiel feels like his cheeks are on fire. He bites his lower lip. “Well-”
“Dude no! I would get myself diabetes if I did that.”
“That’s why I was concerned,” Castiel mumbles.
“Well, that’s sweet of you. But I’m actually more of a pie person,” he grins.
“So all those cakes?”
“They were for my brother’s kids. You know, they’re triplets and demanded each their own cake.”
“Oh,” Castiel breathes out. He doesn’t get why he didn’t think of that or something similar at least. He feels terrible for suggesting that his customer was a glutton. He should have thought before intervening.
He looks at the box between them, finally pushing it closer to its new owner.
“And the fourth cake?” he asks shyly.
“This one’s for Sam and his wife. Believe me, they really deserve it. Besides, it’s their anniversary.”
“Wow, that’s really nice of you.”
“Yeah I’m the best brother, brother in law and uncle in one.”
Castiel smiles, he likes the man’s easy-going demeanor, and he really enjoyed hearing his laughter even though he was laughing at Castiel’s stupidity.
“I’m really sorry, I was being stupid. May I offer you a piece of pie on the house to make it up to you?” he says feeling his heart beat frantically in his chest. He doesn’t want to even imagine Gabriel’s face when he tells him he did that.
There’s an actual storm of emotions running over the man’s face, then his features settle on a surprised smile.
“Wow, that’s really awesome. I should say you don’t have to do that, but I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the eyes if I declined a free pie.”
Castiel smiles brightly. “So apple or cherry?”
“Do you have an easier question?”
Castiel chuckles and places a piece of each pie on a paper plate.
“Dude! You can’t!” The man blurts out when Castiel puts the pies on the counter and starts wrapping them up.
“I owe the place, I can do whatever I want.”
He hears a deep sigh that sounds suspiciously like “Marry me” and looks up.
“Uhm. Thank you very much,” he leans down a bit so he can read the nametag on Castiel’s chest, “Cas,” he adds with a warm smile.
Castiel’s sure the swarm of crazy butterflies flapping in his stomach must be actually visible through his skin and shirt.
“You’re welcome-”
“Dean,” he supplies.
“You’re welcome, Dean,” Castiel smiles and hands him the pie.
“So, do bakery owners have phone numbers?” Dean asks while he pays for the pie.
Castiel’s hand shakes a little as he opens the register and reaches for change.
“Yes. Yes, they have.”
“And do bakery owners go on dates?”
“Sometimes,” Castiel mutters, his lips curling up into a smile as he writes on the receipt.
He hands it to Dean together with the change. “You should call to tell me how you liked the pies,” he says.
Dean grins at the phone number than at Castiel.
“You bet I will.”