nightlost answered: dean’s the son of wealthy mob boss john, and cas is the awkward waiter/server who spills wine down his newest suit
see look Sara I spoil you
When the party comes in, Castiel’s brothers warn him. “It’s the Winchesters and their gang,” Michael says. “You’ve heard of ‘em. They’re mafia, and they’re nasty. So don’t do anything to set them off.”
So Castiel can’t exactly help it when he gets nervous as all the men in fine-pressed Italian suits saunter through the front door, taking up all the tables in the tiny restaurant and acting like they own the place. Cas does his best to serve them and get their orders, but he’s rather unnerved by the feral look he’s getting from one of them, a young man about his own age with the green eyes of a predator.
The men—there are about a dozen of them in all—don’t mind harassing the waitstaff, so Castiel has to bite his tongue as they try to trip him and his family, praying to God that Gabriel doesn’t decide to put hot sauce in their food as retribution.
“Hey, angel,” he hears someone call out, and Castiel perks up only to look around. When his eyes drift too close to the green-eyed man, he tries to duck his head and not make eyes contact, but then he hears. “Yeah, you. You think we can get some wine around here?”
Cas looks back up, surprised to see that it’s the fella in the clean black suit that’s talking to him, the one that’s been staring him down since the Winchesters got here. He swallows and nods, going into the backroom to search for their best bottle. When he finally finds it, he places it and a glass onto a tray and hurries back out into the dining area.
When he returns to the man’s side, he places the tray on the table, making sure to keep his eyes down. He nearly cuts himself as he slices through the foil, surprised when he feels something rubbing against his ankle. He glances down and sees a leather shoe lifting up the end of his pantleg. Castiel feels his face begin to flush, and when he lifts his gaze to the owner—the green-eyed young man dressed in red and black with a wolfish grin—his face only reddens.
But the waiter swallows hard and forces himself to concentrate on uncorking the bottle and pouring a glass. As he’s doing so, someone shoves by him and Castiel can actually feel his heart drop as he nearly lands in this stranger’s lap, bottle of wine pouring all over the man’s suit.
Green Eyes looks just as surprised as Cas, but once their gazes meet, the stranger takes on a carefully blank countenance.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—here, let me—” Castiel places the bottle on the table and tries to dab at the man’s suit with his towel, praying that the wine won’t stain. But just as he starts pressing the cloth against the man’s chest, a strong hand grabs his wrist.
“You have any idea how much this suit costs?” come the dangerous words, low and quiet, and Castiel hates that the shiver running down his spine isn’t completely fear.
He swallows and shakes his head.
“Well, it costs more than you. I can promise you that.” Green Eyes stands up, and Castiel is genuinely afraid that this is last moment on Earth. Might as well start saying his prayers. “You know who I am?”
Again, Cas shakes his head.
Green Eyes gives a short chuckle, stepping so close that Castiel can feel his breath mingle with his.
“The name’s Dean Winchester, and I don’t really take well to clumsy waiters.”
Cas starts to babble out more apologies, finally looking up and begging for forgiveness. So he’s completely surprised when Dean’s hand snakes around to the waiter’s back and pulls them together roughly, Cas’ arms folded between their chests. Dean reaches up and cups his face, thumb sliding suggestively over Cas’ lips.
“But lucky for you, I don’t like to see such a pretty face go to waste,” Dean purrs, and the waiter finds himself staring at Dean’s lips, watching as a pink tongue flicks out to wet them. “You’re going to help me clean up.”
The words go straight through Castiel’s body, and if Dean takes him against the bathroom wall that night, he doesn’t mind. He’s merely satisfied with the mouth-shaped bruises he left on the mobster’s shoulders and chest, and begins to look forward to the days when Dean visits the restaurant for not-so-secret whispers and kisses and touches. And if Castiel feels a swell in his heart the first time Dean visits and the only thing they do is talk, well, that’s his own little secret.
SWEET IS GOOD
REALLY GOOD OMFG
screams omg this is great THANKS FOR WRITING THIS!!!!!
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