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Cas would be a bitch about how he took his coffee. It would have to have just enough flavoring, be just the right temperature, have just the right amount of sugar, have just the right amount of cream, everything.
Then, Dean would get sick of it and give him black coffee. Sort of as a joke. he kinda wanted to see Cas splutter and cough when he took the first sip without being fully awake.
But, Cas wouldn’t. It would turn out that Cas likes black coffee much better than any mixture he had ever gotten and just had never had the guts to go with plain coffee. After he makes the discovery, he would bring the mug up to his lips and peer at Dean over the mug’s steaming lips and chuckle, “I like my coffee bitter, like I like my men.”
Dean would roll his eyes but pluck the mug from Cas’ hands, set their mugs on the counter, and peck him on the lips. “You know it, sugar.”
(Source: feartheophanim)
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