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The late afternoon sun shone through the window like a blanket woven by the gods as the baker inside started his rounds to tidy up. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and Dean was exhausted. He'd gotten up before the sun and had been stuck in the bakery since about four, maybe five in the morning. He didn't mind of course, beats sitting at home by himself like an ugly girl on prom night but at this moment in time he'd kill for a nap. Time moved at the rough pace of a zombie in molasses, Dean had to fight to keep himself awake and not just have a nap on the counter. The sun on his back, the muffled chatter of people going past, the radio in the back, honestly it felt like some kind of cosmic scheme for him to sleep. He sighed, getting ready to just grab his stuff and shut up a little earlier than usual he heard the tinkling of the bell above the door, and in came one of the most interesting people Dean Winchester had ever seen…
The man wasn't awfully tall, probably roughly the same height as Dean himself and whilst not some sort of Hasselhoff beefcake he seemed fairly well muscled, his figure framed by a shirt with some indecipherable band logo, their hair was dark and tousled in a way that was either effortless or took far too much time and energy but given the five o’clock shadow gracing his jawline it was probably the former. The stranger's eyes were that piercing, icy blue, the kind where it feels like they're looking into your soul and judging every choice you've made in your life but the most striking thing about him were the colourful, intricate tattoos that snaked up his arms, Dean couldn’t help but let his eyes travel along the linework on his skin. He was so enraptured by his presence that he nearly forgot his script
“Hey, what can I help you with?” Dean said as he quickly straightened up, trying to seem like he was being professional and not ogling a customer “may I have a loaf of brown bread and a slice of blueberry pie please?” the stranger asked, his voice gruff and scratchy like a cat's tongue. Dean nodded and gathered up what he’d asked for, deliberately picking out the prettiest pie slice just for him “is that everything?” Dean said in an uncharacteristically soft tone.
The stranger nodded and handed him a twenty, some of the tattoos on his arm coming into clearer view, a bee sitting on a pansy on his inner forearm and a ring of eyes around his wrist like a bracelet. Their hands met for probably a fraction of a second as Dean handed him his change but that was enough to send shockwaves through the stocky blond.
“Hope you have a good rest of your day” he said quickly as the stranger turned to leave, Dean's gaze lingering just a moment longer than usual as he disappeared around the corner, leaving Dean with this unfamiliar sense of longing that sat like a stone in his stomach.
That feeling didn’t budge at all for the rest of the day, even when Dean got home he was still thinking about that man, and every one brought along the feeling of warmth blooming in his chest like he’d been eating soup in the dead of winter and it radiated all through him, making him feel like he was walking on air and colouring his cheeks with a ruddy red hue. Quite frankly it scared him a little, no one had ever made him feel like this before, sure he’d come onto girls before but those were one, usually at a bar or something and most importantly they were girls, not some guy that came into his work! Why was he feeling like this about a guy at all?! He wasn’t gay or anything… Was he?
He sat on the edge of the bed trying to collect his thoughts and hopefully shake off whatever this was, he cringed as he wrapped his arms around his chubby stomach, god he’d let himself go, he could practically hear his father scolding him for getting soft in the belly and in his quote "defences". He got up and walked around the room, honestly just pacing like a caged tiger to try and soothe the butterflies in his stomach and get the image of that beautiful dark haired man out of his head, his mind beginning to wander and linger on the details of him, how those arms would feel around his waist, running his fingers over the outlines of his tattoos, he wondered how many he had all up under his clothes, if there were any in secret more intimate spots, how his mouth would feel on top of Deans....
He swallowed hard and shook his head, huffing a little as he decided to just change into his pyjamas and make dinner, his face still hot and his mind still racing
one thing was certain however...
He desperately wanted to see them again...
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Castiel sighed heavily as he walked through his front door, mostly out of relief that he was finally home, he gently set down the bags containing the bread and pie he’d gotten earlier from that sweet flustered little blond, the corner of his mouth ticked up into a half smile and a warmth bloomed in his chest as he thought about him. With a soft sigh he pushed himself off the counter, walking to his bedroom to change out of his outside clothes.
As he stepped out of the shower, hair still dripping into his eyes his mind kept wandering back to that sweet little baker man, the glint in his eyes, the slight curve of his stomach through his apron, that damn little smile, it made his heart flutter a little in a way he didn’t expect. Castiel strode back into the kitchen, now absolutely starving, groaning softly as he realised that he’d forgotten to move the meat from the freezer to the fridge before leaving this morning. As he tossed it into the microwave to defrost he also grabbed the peanut butter from the pantry, smearing a healthy glob onto a slice of the bread he’d gotten and it was perfect, everything he’d been wanting, he hummed contentedly as he finished it off, put the bread into the bread box and went back to cooking his actual dinner.
Later that evening as Castiel lounged on the sofa watching some stupid movie his brother Gabriel said he’d like, too tired to do anything important but not quite tired enough to go to sleep, he remembered the piece of pie he’d gotten earlier. He grabbed it and a fork from the kitchen and settled back onto the sofa, only half paying attention to the movie as he ate the first forkful of pie. And it was spectacular, probably the best one he’s had that he hadn’t made himself, sweet, tart, flaky and buttery, literally everything you could want. Cas was in absolute heaven as he finished off his dessert, setting the debris on the coffee table as he shifted to get comfortable and realising he hadn’t paid any attention to this damn movie he was supposed to be watching and therefore had no clue what was going on. After checking the time he figured he’d just leave the rest of the movie for tomorrow and head to bed, as he cleared everything off the table he glanced at the box that his pie was in, it read “Sweet Dreams bakery” which caused him to smile a little.
Castiel settled into bed tugging the covers over himself, already starting to doze off as he idly wondered about that cute little baker, patting the empty space next to him, imagining his soft weight and warmth next to him, did he snore? Thoughts of him swam around in his head like lazy fish.
The dark haired man fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, hoping that his dreams were as sweet as the pie.