The coffee girl Part One
Part one:
Summary: What happens when you meet Dean Winchester at a local coffee shop?
A/n:I hope you like this! I'll probably continue it but I want to know, should I? Want are your opinions? What do you like or dislike? What can I improve? What are some great things? Comment down below! And what do you think should happen next!
The area is crowded with unknown faces and brighten smiles. You can smell the aroma of black coffee that waftes heavily through the small coffee shop, that everyone in town knows and loves. You can hear the small chatters and footsteps around the line.
You reach the cashier as you sigh in relief. You smile warmly,"One medium Carmel frappe." You order.
"4.99." He says.
You search through your purse, trying your hardest to find your money you could've sworn you brought,"Sorry, I forgot my money at home."
"I'll pay for it." You hear someone's fruity voice declare.
"U-uh, thank you, but you don't have to." You stutter, playing with your hands. You always hate people buying you things. Even though they say you don't have to pay them back, you always feel guilty and feel that you have to pay them back.
"It's my pleasure." The kind man states,"Thank you so much." You smile and he pays the cashier while also ordering his own coffee.
While he orders his coffee, you take a look at his God given features:His hair is dirty blonde, short and a bit of a spiky style, his muscles are well built and he wears a light blue flannel with jeans. He then turns around and went to sit at a table and sits in front of you.
"You're staring." He chuckles, making you snap back into reality. "S-sorry. "
"Don't be." He sniggers that makes your heart flutter.
"I'm Dean." He introduces himself while you get lost in his green, nature, maze like eyes. You can stare into his eyes for eternity.
"Hello?" Dean asks, once again bringing you back into the real world. "Sorry, I'm Y/n." You smile, making Dean believe you are an angel. "Nice to meet you Y/n." You nod, wondering if this is some sort of dream.
"So what's your favorite color?" Dean inquires, wanting to know every little thing about you. "Y/f/c." You answer with a small chuckle which makes Dean raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Well we meet at a coffee shop and you pay for my coffee, and then you ask about my favorite color?" You quires. "Well what can I say?" He beams and takes a sip of his coffee. "You can say your favorite color?" You chortle with a dimple showing. '"I'm not a guy for colors but if I had to pick one, it would be y/e/c." Dean smirks. "Smooth." You giggle and you twinkle in a way you haven't done in such along time (besides just a second ago).
"Favorite movie?" Dean asks with an arched eyebrow. "Y/f/m." Dean guffaws, making you cross your arms playfully. "That movie sucks." Dean cackles jolly. "What's your favorite movie then?" You challenge. "The untouchables." Dean answers with a smirk. You roll your eyes, taking another drink of your coffee.
When a phone interrupts your wonderful conversation. Dean groans in annoyance and answers,"What Sammy?" You ponder, who is Sammy? "Okay be there in a sec." Dean utters in irritation. He hangs up with a frown,"Sorry to end this wonderful date but call me?" He asks and writes his number on a small piece of paper, handing it to you.
Yeah you'll call him.