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Title: Good Times, Bad Times

Author: flaming-celestial-comet

Artist: harplesscastiel

Rating: Teen
Pairings: minor Sam/Eileen
Wordcount: 25000
Warnings/Tags: Canon Typical Violence
Posting: 11/15/2018

Summary:

Dean is the owner of local coffee shop Whole Latte Love. Cas is a writer under a lot of stress from his editor and his boss at the grocery store he works at. When Dean and Cas meet at the coffee shop, they almost immediately become great friends. However, when Cas receives notes from his editor on how he doesn’t seem to write historical events well, Dean agrees to help him gain a better understanding of the events of the past. Soon, the two embark on an adventure through time. But what happens when a mysterious person begins to follow the two around, and what exactly does he want?

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Dean was delighted to see that there barely was a line in front of him, just a few people staring up at the order board above his head. He took care of them quickly, taking their orders and passing the cups down to Charlie for her to start filling. He joined her shortly after, letting one of their other employees take over the front counter.

“Hey,” Charlie greeted as Dean reached around her to grab the coffee grounds so he could make a fresh pot of coffee. “You know when Sam’s making his way back here?”

Dean shrugged, dumping some measured coffee grounds into the pot and turning the coffee maker on. Soon, coffee was dripping into the pot.

“What do you mean you don’t know when your brother’s coming home?” Charlie asked accusingly, fists on her hips. “Did he not tell you?”

“He told me he’d be home whenever he finished packing up his dorm, so who knows,” Dean responded, rolling his eyes. “Apparently his roommate is a slob, so Sam always makes sure that the dorm is clean. He’s probably going to have to really clean it before he comes home.”

Charlie frowned. “Aww, I was just hoping for a little extra help around this place.”

Dean snorted. “What, you don’t miss him?”

“Oh, I do. I do miss him,” she repeated. “But I also miss how quickly and easily he handles the customers. We only get that during the summer and a few random times during the year for holidays and whatnot.”

Dean was about to answer, but when he looked up, his attention snagged on a guy that was sitting alone at a table, surrounded by books. He was typing away at his laptop, and there was a coffee cup sitting near him that Dean suspected was empty.

“Ooh!” Dean heard, right next to his ear. “Go talk to him! Maybe he wants something to eat, or drink.”

Dean turned towards Charlie, eyes wide. “Wh—what?” he stammered, his heart beating a little faster. “What makes you say that?”

Charlie stepped to the side so Dean could easily see her, arms folded over her chest, a smirk playing on her lips. “Go,” she said firmly, reaching out and shoving Dean towards the door that lead to the front of the café.

“But—” Dean protested, digging his heels into the ground.

“Go,” Charlie repeated, and then Dean found himself walking out from behind the counter and towards the stranger’s table.

“Uh, hey,” Dean said awkwardly when he made it towards the stranger’s table. “Would you—would you like something to drink? Eat?”

The guy looked up at him, a confused expression on his face. He cocked his head to the side and asked, “Aren’t we supposed to go to the counter and order or something…?” He trailed off as he looked over at the counter, and Dean followed his glance, noticing Charlie standing there with a huge smile on her face.