The waitress backed away as if she'd been burned and even reached down her top to extract a stray ice cube. Castiel could see that she wasn't merely displeased in a visual sense. Her thoughts were bordering on murderous and he glared up at her.
"I will have the same," he said. "Also, she is many things, but she is not that. I would appreciate you didn't think about her in such a way."
As she nodded quietly and walked away, Cas heard her vaguely tell herself that saying something could cost her the job and he suddenly felt conflicted. Best to think of something else.
He leaned across the table. "She will not bother us any longer."
When he sat back down he realized what he'd done. "I've never had coffee before either."