"Hey, um, excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, but could you help me?" The voice comes from behind Castiel, low and rough.
"It’s no bother," Cas says as he quickly hangs the last X-MEN action figure in his hand on the peg and turns around. His mouth is open to ask how he can help when he finds himself face to face with an impossibly gorgeous green-eyed customer he’s never seen before. The man is holding a piece of paper and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot; Castiel takes a deep breath and smiles. He feels a flush creeping up his cheeks when he finally manages to ask, "What can I help you with?"
"I’ve been looking all over town for these," the man replies with a tentative smile as he pushes the paper toward Castiel. "They’re the last two issues I need to complete my Chuck collection."
"No one’s asked for any of the Chuck comics in a long time," Castiel says, trying to remember the last time he saw any in the shop. "I think I have number six, but number three can be tough to find. Come with me.”
Let’s just all take a minute to appreciate the kindness of our overlord.
Also, his shirt.
|I'm sorry that people are giving you a really hard time. I think people on here often expect that we all know everything and know how to be politically correct and whatnot, but that's a bad assumption. We're all learning together. People, please calm down. Attacking Mica isn't fixing anything.|
Thank you so so so much. This is all very sweet.