Here, @hekate1308, have some poorly written destiel fluff based on my life ________________________________________________________________________________
Castiel rushed into the store, worried that he was going to be late for the first time for his new job. The guy behind the counter looked at him and looked at the clock.
“Well, look at you, showing up at a normal time.”
Castiel blushed and ducked his head. It wasn’t his fault his father insisted that he show up early for his shift. He hurried into the backroom to drop his things off, then got to work.
Being a stock boy at the local convenience store wasn’t a glamorous job by any means, and, honestly, Castiel was starting to hate it. But, the job meant a paycheck and a paycheck meant money for his tuition payment, so he would keep at it, even it did send him home exhausted and annoyed.
He examined the beer cooler and pulled cartons and bottles into the empty spaces left behind by costumers. Didn’t they know it was Wednesday night? Why were they buying so much alcohol? He struggled to reach the highest drinks and flinched every time glass clinked, worried he would break something.
When everything was pulled up, he walked into the backroom again to grab his jacket and brace the cold air in the cooler. He looked at the space where his bag sat, realizing only now that he’d forgotten his jacket in the summer heat. He sighed, resigning himself to wearing the spare the owner left that was too big and itchy. He reached up for the box it was in to pull it down when he noticed another jacket on top of it. He pulled it down, shocked to discover who’s it was.
“Gabriel,” He called, poking his head back to the main area. “Does Dean know he left his jacket?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel said, around a smirk and a lollipop. “I told him you wanted it.”
“You did what?” Castiel almost screeched, blushing so hard he didn’t think there was blood anywhere else in his body.
“I told him he had to leave it because you wanted it,” Gabriel repeated.
Castiel began to stammer a response when a customer walked in, distracting Gabriel. He dashed into the cooler, hoping the cold air would calm him down.
When he emerged thirty minutes later, bemoaning the drinking class and shaking out his numb fingers, the store was empty again.
“What did he say?” He demanded, slamming his hands on the counter. Gabriel looked bewildered at the tone.
“Who?”
“Dean!”
“Oh,” Gabriel’s face returned to the same bored expression and he shrugged. “He said it was getting a little too tight anyway. Hey, the boss said to tell you to make you sure you packed the drink boxes extra tight today, we’re selling out of Gatorade too quickly.”
The bell above the door rang and Castiel left the counter, still in a daze. Dean had purposely left the jacket…because Castiel wanted it?
He had mostly been joking when he told Gabriel that. The older man had complained about being cold so Castiel joked that Dean’s hoodie (which he had borrowed because he, once again, had forgotten his jacket) was nice and warm and smelled like hot guy. The comment had led to Gabriel making a joke about Dean having to leaving the jacket as a momento when he left for college, so Castiel joked back that he agreed wholeheartedly and would fight the older boy to keep it. In reality, while the jacket was nice, Castiel never would have requested that Dean leave it behind.
As he looked at the large coolers of soda in the back of the store, Castiel considered Dean Winchester. The two had known each other since preschool, had always been half friends. In fifth grade, Dean had given him a stuffed cat as a Valentine’s day gift, a sweet surprise that Castiel still had in his room.
They didn’t talk much in middle school, but in eleventh grade they had English together. Dean had sat right behind Castiel, and they started talking again. They bonded over their love of Lost, the long ended TV series, and discussed fan theories. Castiel remembered Dean telling him about his year anniversary with the girl he was dating and what he wanted to surprise her with. He had talked his mother into teaching him how to sew and had made her a quilt and along with that had made a deck of card with fifty reasons why he loved her written on them. Castiel had gone home envious of a girl he’d never met.
They didn’t talk ovr the summer break, but ended up having three classes together in the senior year. They sat near each other again, now bonding over their love of The Walking Dead. They smiled and laughed and flirted a little, but that was as far as it went. They ran in different circles, it just wasn’t meant to be. Graduation came and went and they didn’t exchange information. The only interactions they had were when they saw each other at the store Dean worked in.
Castiel started dating an older boy that lived a few towns over. They were happy for a while, but feelings faded after long drives and interrupted evenings with friends became too much for Castiel. That, and the flutter his heart gave every time he spoke to a certain green eyes stock boy. So Castiel ended it, to no one’s surprise. They agreed to stay friends, but they still haven’t spoken since.
One day, not long after the break up, Castiel had ran into the store to get a few a things. He was in his car, almost ready to pull out of his parking space when the owner ran out, waving her arms over her head.
“Wait!” She called. He stopped and she leaned in through the window. “Do you want a job?”
“A job?” Castiel repeated.
“Yeah. Dean’s moving a few weeks for school, so we need to hire someone. Would you be interested?”
So here Castiel was, filling coolers with beers and sodas and cleaning up after people he didn’t like. Living the dream.
He finished stocking the drinking boxes and stood straight, dusting his pants off. He turned, just in time to see another customer leave with a twelve pack under his arm and a bottle of Coors light in his hand. He sighed miserably and went to deal with spaces in the cooler.
“Alright, Cassie,” Gabriel called, when Castiel finally emerged from the frigid hell. “Let’s lock up and get the hell out of here.”
Castiel nodded and went about his closing duties. Make sure store was empty - check. Put boxes of cigarettes in the office for safe keeping - check. Bring the benches and ashtrays in from outside - check. Lock the icebox, turn of the gas, make sure the cooler is fully stocked and ready for the morning drinkers - check, check, check.
When he was done he walked out of the store, hanging around until Gabriel came out and locked up. The older man lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
“I fucking hate this place,” He told Castiel. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Castiel agreed. He looked through the glass of the door as Gabriel walked to his car. Inside, Dean’s jacket was tucked safely away. Castiel smiled.
This job wasn’t so bad.
An anon asked about this so here it is again
