Not A Big Bag of Dicks

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Yeah, Cas is... Going to take a break now. Sorry, latte fiends, your half-caf double vanilla skinny soy whatevers are just gonna have to wait, or be made by someone who isn't ready to gouge his eyes out with the stupid little mixing straws strewn every which where behind the counter. Four hours at the book shop had gone by like a dream, but four hours here? Madness. It'd been like the apocalypse, only with less brains and more caffeine, and even the substantial amount Cas himself had consumed had failed to prepare him for the onslaught of grabby hands and tired, droopy eyes. He waves the girl he works with over, explains his plight with the most pitiful face he can manage, and when she agrees to cover him, hauls ass into the back before their supervisor can do more than shoot a frown his way.

Definitely time for a break.

The tiny room in the back- more like a closet really, fuck does he hate this job- leaves much to be desired by way of a nice place to sit and ponder where his life went wrong, but he supposes it'll do. At least there's more than one chair at the shitty little table for him to prop his feet up on as drops his phone onto it and tugs his iPod out of his jacket pocket to jam the buds into his ears. He's never been good at handling stress, especially not without some crutch or another, and seriously, being in this frantic work environment isn't helping. Yes. Break, good idea.

A nice, quiet, soothing break with some chilled out music, that's all he needs. Recharging the batteries... Thinking about something that isn't Tazo lattes or frappes or scones. Or, you know, the fact that Sam's currently locked up in the apartment. Or anything at all, really; he can't smoke here but he's really banking on some nice relaxing music to make it all go away for a while. He tips his head back against the wall, dislodging some sign about company sexual harassment policies, and lets his eyes slip shut as he pokes at the play button.

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[roadhouse-mama.livejournal.com]

The boys can't come over for dinner. So Ellen is bringing dinner to them