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"I can help who's next," Cas called. A tall alpha typing away at his phone stepped up to the counter. Cas could tell he was a business man from the charcoal grey suit he was wearing.
"Hi, what can I get you today?" Cas asked. The alpha glanced up to look at the menu above Cas's head, and the omega drew up short. Fuck, but the guy was handsome. His face was so perfectly symmetrical, it looked like it had been sculpted; his cheekbones and jawline were sharp, but his lips looked so soft. His eyes, a striking green, were made even more so by the green shirt he wore. Cas tried not to stare, chanting his personal mantra of "Don't be creepy" in his head as he waited for the man to order.
"Uh..." The alpha stared at the menu, his eyebrows furrowing. "Sorry, I..." He brought his eyes down to meet Cas's, and the rest of the sentence faltered. Cas blushed but preened internally. Yeah, he knew he was pretty. The alpha's smile turned flirtatious. "I probably should have had my order ready," he finished, and Cas smiled.
"It's okay; what do you usually get?" Cas asked, and the alpha shrugged, his eyes locked onto Cas.
"I honestly don't know; my assistant usually buys my coffee, but she's out sick today." He admitted.
"Okay. What does the drink taste like? Or how bout this, is it hot or cold?"
"Hot. Very hot." He said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes skimmed Cas's body again. Cas's stomach fluttered, and he giggled. Yeah, he fucking giggled.
"Is it usually flat on top or does it have foam?" Cas asked.
"It has foam, but not too much. I hate all that foam on top," the alpha confided, and Cas perked up at that.
"Wait, is your assistant Hannah?" Cas asked, and the alpha's eyes widened.
"Yes! Do you know her?" He asked, trying to sound casual.
"Hannah and I go way back." Cas assured him. The alpha's eyes sparked with curiosity, but he didn't ask. "So then you're the cinnamon dolce latte with light foam on top?" Cas guessed, but the alpha still shrugged.
"I guess; I mean, it tastes like cinnamon."
"Yep, then that's it. Grande like usual?" He confirmed.
"That's medium, right?" The alpha asked, squinting his eyes. Cas chuckled and nodded. "Then yeah, medium's fine."
"Perfect. Can I get a name for this?" Cas asked, pulling out the marker.
"Dean." The alpha answered. Cas carefully wrote the name on the cup, hand trembling with excitement; he could feel the alpha staring at him. He set the cup aside and told Dean the price. Dean handed over his card so Cas could swipe it.
"Your drink will be ready at the counter down there." Cas pointed to the end of the counter as he handed Dean back his card.
"Thank you..." Dean reached to take the card and arched an eyebrow at Cas.
The omega blushed as he replied, "Cas."
Dean smiled, "Cas... I like it." Cas smirked and found that he suddenly didn't mind being a little creepy if it meant he got to stare at Dean all day.
Dean tapped the counter with his finger twice before he strode toward the end of the counter to wait for his drink. Cas forced his attention on to the next customer.
Once Dean had received his latte, he headed for the door. "See you around, Cas," He called as he walked out.
"Do you know who that was?" Meg murmured to Cas as she stepped up behind him, eyes wide with recognition.
"No?"
"God, what is with you Christian school kids? Don't you go online? Or at the very least look at the gossip magazines at Walmart?" Meg complained, but Cas simply shrugged. "That's Dean Smith!" She hissed before moving away to prepare the next drink.
Cas's frowned deepened. Who the hell was Dean Smith?
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Hannah was back the next day, and Cas tried to hide his disappointment. It's not like he was looking forward to seeing Dean again; he'd barely met the man once. And yeah, they'd flirted, but now that Cas knew who Dean Smith was, he knew that there was no chance of the flirting actually going anywhere.
He'd looked Dean up online the night before. He'd spent hours looking over the many gossip websites dedicated to the alpha and his love life. As sole heir to Smith Pharmaceuticals, he was sinfully rich, and paired with those looks... Needless to say, he was a hot commodity. The websites Cas had looked at had paired the handsome alpha's name with actresses and musicians and other celebrities.
One name that came up more than any other was Lisa Braeden, an omega socialite who was just as wealthy as the alpha. They'd been seen together at multiple social events, and Cas could see why the alpha picked her. She was as beautiful as he was handsome.
Cas wasn't sure he could have taken the flirting again, knowing how far below the alpha's league he was. Yeah, Cas had a pretty face, but there wasn't much else he could offer. Even if Dean had wanted to start something, Cas wouldn't have known how.
His parents had raised him in church, so he was embarrassingly ignorant about all things sexual. He'd never even had his first kiss yet. Cas was about 99.9% sure that if the alpha was looking for someone, he wouldn't go for the sheltered, homeschooled kid who didn't even know how to fucking kiss.
Once Hannah left, Meg smirked at him knowingly, "Don't be sad, Clarence. I'm sure you'll see him again... In your dreams."
"Wow, that was such a great one, Meg. Really got me right here." Cas dead panned, pointing at his chest.
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"Hannah, can you come in here?" Dean asked through the phone intercom.
"Yes, sir?" Hannah asked as she stepped into the large office.
"Have a seat," Dean motioned toward one of the chairs in front of his desk without looking up from the sheaf of papers in his hand. Hannah sat, her heart thundering. Was she in trouble? She remained silent, waiting for the alpha to speak first.
"I went to Starbucks to get my coffee yesterday," the alpha began, and Hannah's eyebrows lowered in confusion. Why the hell was he telling her about his coffee run? "And while I was there, I met a friend of yours." Dean finally lifted his eyes to meet hers.
She had to think for a moment. "Castiel?" She finally asked. Dean's eyebrow arched.
"Sure; Cas. He said you go way back?" Dean asked, and Hannah nodded.
"Yes, our families attended the same church," She said.
"So then you know a lot about him?"
"Kind of. I mean, I knew of him. He was a few years younger than I, and his parents were very strict. They didn't really allow him or his siblings to interact much with the rest of the youth group," She explained. Dean frowned; if Cas was sheltered, that might put a damper on his plans. But then again, inexperienced was often just another word for teachable.
Dean's body stiffened at the thought of Cas being teachable and pliable for him. Before, the thought of the blushing omega giving himself over to Dean, completely surrendering himself to the alpha's hands, had been torturous. Dean had popped one off in the shower that morning imagining those beautiful blue eyes staring up at him while those swollen pink lips wrapped around his cock.
But now, the possibility of Dean being the one to teach Cas those things, how to give and receive pleasure, made it exponentially worse. His cock was already straining against the zipper of his slacks, and he was grateful for the desk between him and his assistant.
"Is he seeing anybody, do you know?" Dean asked lightly, but Hannah shook her head.
"I don't; I meant to keep in touch with him when he came here for college, but we're both just so busy. I see him in the mornings when I get the coffee, and that's about it."
"College?" Dean asked, his interest piqued.
"Yes; he attends the Christian college our church is affiliated with. I think he'll be a sophomore there in the fall."
"So he's very young..." Dean murmured to himself. If Cas was normal college age, that meant he was ten or eleven years younger than Dean's thirty. "Are his family in the area?"
"Nope; they live in Pontiac still. He had an older brother and sister who attended the school here, but they've both moved on."
"So then is he living at the school?" He asked. Hannah shook her head, "During the school year he does, but now for the summer, he's living with a couple other students in an apartment near there."
Dean looked lost in thought. Hannah politely cleared her throat; Dean's eyes shot back up to hers. "Thank you, Hannah. I think I'll be picking up my own coffee from now on."
She nodded and stood to leave, but paused at the door. She didn't know very much about her boss's personal life, but she had heard rumors of his...preferences.
"Mr. Smith?" She called, and Dean looked back up at her. "You're right; Castiel is very young, and he's been very sheltered. Please..." She faltered, but drew a deep breath and pushed on, "be gentle with him." And then she opened the door and slipped out.
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"I can help the next customer," Cas called as he set aside the cup he'd just written on.
"Hello, Cas." The deep voice shot straight through him, and Cas froze. He shivered as he slowly brought his eyes up to meet the alpha's. He wasn't supposed to come back; why had he come back?
"Hello, Mr. Smith," Cas murmured. Dean smiled, and Cas's eyes flickered to his mouth. He stared for just a second too long before he remembered that he was supposed to be taking his order. "The usual?"
"Yes, please," Dean responded. As he handed over his card, he asked, "When is your lunch break?"
"Uh, well, actually, my shift ends at 12:30," Cas said.
"Perfect. Would you care to join me for lunch today?" The alpha requested, and Cas's eyes widened. Why the hell would someone like Dean Smith want to eat lunch with him? Hell, why would he want to do anything with him? Wasn't he dating Lisa? Despite his misgivings, Cas found himself stuttering out, "Uh, yes. I would like that very much."
Dean's smile nearly split his face. "Awesome. I'll meet you here at 12:30." And then he took his card back from Cas and went to wait for his drink.
After he left with another farewell to Cas, Meg stepped up beside Cas, wide-eyed. "Did Dean Smith just ask you out on a date?"
"I think so..." He mumbled, still in shock.
"Well..." She began, but Cas held up a hand.
"I'm still absorbing, Meg. I don't need your shit just yet," He cut her off abruptly. She shrugged and walked away.
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When Cas clocked out at the end of his shift, he found Dean waiting out front.
"Hello again," He greeted. Dean smiled widely, "Hey, Cas."
"So, what's the plan?" Cas asked. Dean pointed down toward a hot dog stand on the corner.
"You like hot dogs?" He asked.
Dean bought their lunch and led Cas across the street to the park. They found a shaded bench and sat to eat their meal.
They talked about Dean's job ("I sit in meetings and stare at spreadsheets all day. Really boring stuff."), Cas's schooling ("I don't even know what I'll do with a degree in theological studies, but it's what my parents wanted."), their siblings, their interests. And despite his earlier nerves, Cas found that being with Dean was actually very easy. He was just a normal, down-to-earth guy.
But underneath their easy conversation, there was this current. Cas felt it every time Dean's smile drew Cas's gaze to his mouth, every time Dean smirked at Cas's blush, those few times when their hands brushed between them. So even though the conversation was easier than Cas had expected, it was also harder.
"I have to get back soon," Dean eventually said, his tone regretful.
"Of course," Cas agreed. "I should probably get back to my apartment."
Dean paused and looked over at him, his expression hopeful. "I really enjoyed this, Cas. Could we maybe do dinner sometime? Sometime soon?"
Cas should have said no and let it end there. There wasn't really any space in his life for rich, older alphas who may or may not have been dating someone else. But he found he couldn't turn him down; he didn't want to. So he nodded, a happy little smile tugging at his lips. "I'd really like that, Dean."
"Awesome! Let me check my schedule, and we can talk about it tomorrow?"
Cas nodded. "Yes, that sounds fine." He almost turned away to leave, but on impulse, stepped closer instead. He grabbed dean's forearm for balance as he leaned up on his tiptoes to brush a quick kiss against the alpha's cheek. His own cheeks were flaming as he stepped back and smiled uncertainly. "Thank you for lunch, Dean." And then he spun around and hurried away.
Dean stared after him, his eyes wide as he reached up to rub at where Cas had kissed his cheek. If that was the omega's reaction for a kiss on the cheek, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if they ever actually... He shook his head to clear it. He couldn't afford another hard-on right now; he had a meeting to get to.
But as he walked back to his office, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to jump headfirst into something that he wouldn't be able to control. And for an alpha whose entire life was built on control, it was both exhilarating and terrifying.