"Would you like paper or plastic?"

"Plastic." Cas nodded and started to bag the groceries. Another middle-aged woman buying groceries for her family, most likely.

"Would you like help-"

"No." He faked a smiled and put the last of her bags in her cart. He always gets the same response from everyone. A rude no, along with a roll of the eyes and a bit of annoyance in their voice. He swears he needs to find to find a better job, but for now this will have to do.

8:45 he thought, only 15 minutes until he got off, all he had to do was last fifteen more minutes and force smiles and pretend like he was actually happy to be working a grocery store at 22. More and more customers came and went, and then it was finally 9:00 o'clock and he could go home. He'd been working for 12 hours that day, trying to earn some extra cash for a new car. His old beat up 1982 Honda Civic wasn't cutting it anymore. It practically looked like a mini-station wagon. He needed a change. He went to the back of the store and clocked out at 9:03 p.m. He walked out to the back and finally got into his car.

He put his keys in the ignition and started it, except it didn't start. "Fuck me, not again." He turned the keys a couple of more times and the engine finally started up. He made his way out of the parking lot and onto the main street, passing a few people walking the streets and a couple of people he hoped, were sleeping on the sidewalk.

When he finally got home, he quickly stripped off his clothes to take a shower. The hot water had never felt so good, considering the heater in his car refused to work and it was the middle of December. Once he got out and changed into an old hoodie and some sweat pants, he turned on the tv he had in the living room, to catch the last 45 minutes of the original Karate Kid. He sat on his couch, and before he knew it, it was suddenly 8 a.m. and he had to start getting ready for work, again. Thankfully he only had 8 hours today and could go home and catch up on some of his reading.


"Hey Cas, can you go restock aisle 7? There's no more white bread." Cas nodded in agreement and went to the back to get some bread. He walked over to aisle 7 and leaned down to put some more bread on the shelves. Pulling the cart closer to him he knocked, pretty much everything on the next shelf, off and onto the floor.

"Shit." He went over and started cleaning that mess too. And then suddenly there was someone there helping him. "You don't have to, this is my fault." He said still looking at the ground picking up the knocked over tortillas and hamburger buns.

"No it's alright, I want to help." Cas looked up and smiled at the kind stranger helping him. Once everything was off the floor and back onto the shelf he stood up and shook the guy's hand.

"Thank you."

"No problem." The stranger smiled and walked away. Cas watched him leave, and swore he had never see eyes so green in his entire life.

He went back up to the front to continue bagging.

"Paper or plastic?"

"Whatever you recommend." Cas looked up, and there was the stranger again. Cas smiled and started bagging everything in plastic bags.

"I know people say these are bad for the environment, but you can also use them as trash bags, so I guess they have two uses."

"Ahem." Barked the cashier, towards Cas.

Cas looked down and gave the bags to the guy who didn't seem to ever stop staring at him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He said grabbing the bags and walking past Cas. He stopped once they were shoulder to shoulder and he said "I'll see you soon." And winked, walking towards the exit. Cas had never felt more excited, but yet so scared in his life.


"Sammy! I'm home!" Dean shouted from the front door, walking into the kitchen. He owned a nice sized apartment. It had two bedrooms, a pretty decent sized living room, but a kitchen that was unbearably small. He started unpacking his groceries putting the milk and eggs into the fridge, and the door nearly hit the counter behind him. He took out the bread next, setting it on the counter, smiling, he remembered the worker at the grocery store, bright blue eyes, and a smile, that he swore, literally lit up the room.

"Uh, Dean?" Sam said, looking confused at Dean, "Daydreaming?" Dean pushed him slightly knocking him into the table behind him. "Ow!"

"Shut up, I barely even pushed you."

"Yeah, say that to the giant bruise on my back!" Sam exclaimed, rubbing his lower back. He walked over to the fridge, looked inside, and looked around the rest of the kitchen. He stopped and sat himself on the counter and stared at Dean. Once Dean noticed he was being looked at, he turned around and gave a confused look.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Did you forget something?" Sam smiled.

"No? I got everything!"

"I don't think so."

"Yes! I got the milk, bread, eggs, and even your stupid little power bars!" He answered, throwing the box at Sam.

"Where's the water?" Sam added.

"Damn, okay I'll go back tomorrow and get a case of water." Dean walked out of the kitchen and into his room, smiling slightly. He knew he forgot the water, but wanted an excuse to go back so he could see the bagboy. It was only 2:30 p.m. so he decided to take a quick nap before going to work at the local McDonald's. He hated taking night shifts, because that meant he had to leave Sam at the apartment alone, but he had to earn money somehow. He always told himself this was temporary but it never seemed to change.


Once Cas got off work that evening he had decided to go see a movie with a couple of friends, Naomi and Michael. They went and saw "The Last Exorcism 2" and throughout the entire movie he questioned how it could be the last one if it was the second movie to the first "last" exorcism, and before he got to finish his point he got a bag full of popcorn dumped on him.

Naomi and Michael were a "thing" but they never admitted it, they were both his best friends, and they never made him feel like a third wheel like all his couple friends did. And they were the only ones who knew his biggest secret. It wasn't a bad thing they had told him. They treated him just the same as they had before, which he loved.

"God, that movie was terrible." Cas complained as they walked out of the theater.

"I didn't really understand it; the girl just really confused me." Naomi replied.

"Yeah well maybe because you were busy with something else," He nodded towards Michael who was getting a refill on his drink before they left, "That you didn't get to actually watch the movie." He laughed when Naomi hit him on his arm.

"You're just jealous because I chose him over you."

"So jealous!" He winked at her and smiled. Michael walked back towards them.

"I'm hungry, are you guys hungry?" Naomi and Cas nodded in agreement that they should go get some dinner. Naomi suggested that they should go out somewhere nice, while Michael and Cas both agreed they should just go get some fast food and finally talked Naomi into getting some McDonald's. Once they got out of the car Naomi held out her hand for Cas to hold it. He smiled and held her hand. It wasn't uncommon for them to do this, they both knew they would always be just friends. The walked into the fast food joint, and stood at the back of the line discussing what they should get. Naomi held onto Cas's arm and he joked around with her saying they looked like a couple and Michael added,

"As if that would ever happen." Cas rolled his eyes at him and they walked up to the register and Michael ordered first, "I'll have the Double Cheeseburger with an order of large fries," He turned towards Cas and Naomi, "A large fry will be enough for all of us right?" They nodded in agreement. "And a large drink." Naomi went up next, still latched on to Cas.

"I'll have the chicken wrap, no mayo, and a small drink." She let go of Cas's arm and gave him some cash so he could finish up and pay for the meals. Cas looked up at the menu and started to order.

"Um, I'll have the chicken salad, and a medium drink."

"That'll be 10.93." Cas reached into his pocket to pull out the extra four dollars and handed it to the cashier. He looked up and there he was, the mysterious stranger, with the unnatural green eyes. Cas smiled and said,

"I guess you were right about seeing me soon." The cashier smiled at him and handed him seven cents.

"I don't know if I was right, I was just hoping I would be able to see you again." Cas smiled, and looked down, blushing a little. "But maybe I can see you again," Cas looked back up again, "Well outside of our jobs, I hope."

"Yeah, I'd like that." Cas smiled and walked towards his friends sitting in the empty side of the booth.

"Who was that?" Naomi asked.

"I don't know, I saw him earlier today at work, he helped me pick up some food that I had dropped, and now I just saw him here."

"Well he was checking you out while we were ordering, I can tell you that." Michael had added.

"No he wasn't!" Cas laughed, but also kinda hoped he was.

"Yes he was, I swear! Naomi wasn't he checking him out?!" Michael looked at Naomi who was sitting next to him, she looked over at Cas and smiled.

"He was checking you out. When I was ordering I could tell, he would punch something in on the register and look at you, and then look back at the register. I think he likes you!" She sounded really excited.

"He can't like me! He doesn't even know me, we've barely said like 10 words to each other." Cas felt a little disappointed for some reason. He was getting his hopes up on some guy that he didn't know, and would probably never see again. Naomi and Michael looked at each other and started their own conversation. Cas folded his hands on the table and started twiddling his thumbs. He looked up at the register and looked at the stranger, who was also looking back at him. He gave him a small smile and Cas looked down again, blushing.

"Number 84!" Someone had shouted from behind the counter.

"Oh that's us. Who wants to go and-" Cas cut himself off because suddenly someone was walking over giving them their food.

"Here you guys go." He smiled towards Cas and walked back up to the front.

"See! He's interested in you! No one brings your food to your table here!" Naomi exclaimed. Cas smiled and got his food, a little paper was taped onto the top, Naomi and Michael were still too interested in their conversation to notice, so Cas grabbed it and read it under the table.

I think you're really cute. And if I see you again, I think it's decided that we need to go out.

And that's all it said. He expected him to write his number on it, or at least his name. No, but now it was up to them. If he saw him another time, they would go out, well he would hope.

He was smiling at the note, he folded it back in half and tucked it into his pocket and began to eat. Wondering if they would meet again.


Dean came home that night about 12:30, he went into Sam's room to see if he was asleep, which he was. He went into his bedroom and stripped off his work uniform. Changing into a white thermal and some gray sweatpants. He laid down and thought about him. Part of him wondered if the guy was even interested in him. There was proof that he could be straight. That girl was all over him when they were ordering. But then again, he said he'd wanted to see him again. Was he just being led on by this gorgeous grocery store worker who actually straight? Dean didn't know. He hoped not though. He didn't think he had ever, wanted someone so badly like this before. He'd barely even talked to him. He didn't even know his name! He had literally known him for less than a day. But found himself crazy about this guy. He smiled and turned over on his side, trying to get some sleep, remembering that tomorrow he might see him, again.


Cas kept looking at the door anytime someone would walk in. It was getting near the end of his shift and he felt like he was being stood up. He had thirty minutes left of his shift and he was losing hope that he was coming in. He sighed and continued to bag the groceries.

"Cas, I'm going to need you to go organize the drinks, apparently some kids put root beer where the orange soda is supposed to be and put the grape soda where the root beer is supposed to be and the lemonade where the Gatorade is supposed to be." Cas put down the bags while another worker came over to take his spot. He walked over to the aisle and saw it looking completely unorganized. He started on the sodas, making sure they looked okay. He moved onto the Gatorades, considering those were one of their biggest sellers. And kept going for what felt like forever.


Dean walked into the store, heart racing and palms sweaty. He looked over at the bagboys, and the one he was interested was not there. He felt disappointed. He knew this might happen. He scared him off. Maybe he was straight, and was never actually interested in him. He looked through all the aisles trying not to look too suspicious. Going down every other one and acting like he needed something from there. He remembered that he actually came for something other than the bagboy, he needed water. He walked over to the last aisle of the store, to find exactly what he had been looking for, plenty of cases of water, and the bagboy. He ducked into the next aisle. Nervous. What should he do? What should he say? Should he just act nonchalant? No he couldn't, he was sure he had to ask him out. He peeked over into the aisle and saw that he was still messing with the drinks. He took a deep breath and walked over. He was sat on the floor making the drinks on the bottom row look nice, so Dean put his hands on his shoulders and leaned by his ear,

"Need help?"


Cas looked back and saw green eyes looking into his. He stood up and turned around so that they were face to face.

"I just finished actually." He said quieter than he expected. The stranger, had one arm on the shelf behind Cas leaning in close to him. He had looked down at Cas's name tag,

"Castiel, that's a unique name."

"Yeah, my grandparents picked it out. It was the name of some really high priest they used to know or something like that." He laughed, feeling nervous that this guy was so close to him, he noticed the freckles running across his nose, he wanted to reach out and run his thumb along them, but he thought it might be a bit too soon. "And I don't think I ever caught your name." Cas smiled slightly.

"My name is Dean."

"Well it's nice to officially meet you, Dean." Dean smiled and pushed himself off the shelf and walked over to the waters.

"So, Castiel." Dean stood with his back to him, also feeling nervous. "Are you the kind of person who likes to get pizza?" Dean flinched at the way it sounded, awkward and uncomfortable. This definitely wasn't the best way he had asked someone out.

"I like pizza." Cas replied, chuckling. Still standing against the shelf containing a variety of drinks. He walked over towards Dean a little, putting less space between them. Dean turned around and smiled, he wasn't sure if he had ever been so happy that someone said yes to go out with him.

"Okay then. Can I take you out? Like pick you up and we can go pizza somewhere, sometime-" Cas moved closer to him, putting his hand on his arm.

"I would like that, very much." Cas gave him a small smile.

"Are you busy Saturday night?" Cas shook his head. "Okay. Okay awesome." Dean smiled again. "I'll pick you up about 7?" his heart was basically about to burst out of his chest.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Cas dropped his hand from Dean's arm.

"Okay." Dean said, still smiling. He started to walk backwards, happy that Cas had said yes.

"Don't you think you might need my number?"

"Right! That could be important." Dean pulled out his cellphone and handed it to Cas, who typed in his number and handed the phone back to Dean.

"There you go."

"Okay." Dean looked up from his cellphone, smiling like a fool. "I'll see you Saturday."

"See you Saturday." Cas smiled back at him, and watched Dean walked off. He was actually really excited. This was his first date, well with a guy. He wondered if it would be the same, like when he went out with Anna in the 10th grade. Probably not. He looked at the time and seen his shift had ended 15 minutes ago. He clocked out and left. Looking forward to Saturday. He got tomorrow off, which was Friday, so he'd have to figure out a way to keep busy. And Saturday he worked from 8-4. So he'd still have plenty of time to go home and get ready before Dean picked him up.

Once Cas got into his apartment and settled into his bed, he found sleep quickly, well close. He knew he was about to fall asleep when he heard his phone going off on his nightstand, he grabbed it and answered the call.

"Hello?" He said, half asleep.

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't give me some bogus number that directed me to some Chinese dry cleaners or something." Dean said on the other line.

"I would never." Cas chuckled at the thought.

"Are you asleep?"

"I was getting there."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should let-"

"No, no, it's okay. Really. I don't have to be up early or anything." Cas turned over so he was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh, okay." Dean replied. He was lying down too. Except he was on his side looking out the window. He wondered if him and Cas had a future together, would they fall in love? Although Dean already felt like he was, he wasn't sure if Cas felt the same way. "So." Dean had finally said, after a long period of silence.

"So?" Cas questioned.

"Um, who was that girl with you last night? I'm not trying to pry or anything, I just want to know if I have any competition." Dean laughed nervously. He heard Cas laughing on the other line.

"No, don't worry. Naomi is just my friend. She knows I don't exactly have a thing for-"

"Tits?" Dean asked. And heard, again, Cas laughing, except harder this time. And Dean joined in with him.

"Yeah, they're not that appealing to me." Cas said, still laughing. Once Dean had composed himself he wondered if he should ask Cas more questions, or if he should wait until their date. "What's your last name?" Cas had asked.

"Winchester."

"Like the gun?"

"Yeah, like the gun."

"You should try to convince them you're related to the guy who made them, so you can get your hands on some money. Like if there was something famous about Novak I would definitely try to get my share." Cas added.

"Honestly," Dean bit his lip, "I've already tried." Cas again was laughing, which made Dean laugh, he enjoyed hearing him laugh.

"You have?! That's fantastic." Dean looked over at his clock and noticed it was already 11:30.

"I have an early day tomorrow, but maybe I'll call you tomorrow night. Alright?" Dean stated.

"Alright." He heard Cas say.

"Alright."

"Do you think you should maybe hang up now?" Cas added, with a small laugh.

"Yeah I should. Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright." Cas laughed and then hung up, because he had a feeling Dean wouldn't.

"Alright." Dean whispered to the dead line. He put his phone under his pillow and went to sleep. Counting down the hours until he got to see Cas again.


Friday went a lot faster than Cas had expected. He spent the morning lying on the couch watching The Karate Kid. When the afternoon came he cleaned his apartment; dusting, mopping, doing dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and vacuuming. Naomi and Michael came over dinner. They ate on couch with tv trays watching reruns of I Love Lucy. Cas told them about Dean and how they were going out tomorrow night. Naomi help Cas pick out an outfit to wear, while he tried it on he asked Michael "if you had a thing for guys and saw me in this would I look hot to you?" To which Michael told him he was uncomfortable answering, but yes he did look "pretty damn hot."Cas and Naomi fell on the bed laughing, and Naomi started questioning whether or not their relationship was at stake.

They finally left at 11:40 when Cas had to force them out the door because he had work in the morning. Michael told him to make sure he scored because he needed it. Cas shut the door and smiled to himself. He cleaned up the living room, putting the dishes in the sink and the trays back by the tv. He looked over his outfit one last time. Dark blue jeans with a dark gray sweater, that fit him loosely, but not too loose, which he liked. He hoped it wasn't too depressing of an outfit, but it was winter and he certainly didn't want to get sick. He finally went to bed at 12:15, later than he had wanted to. Part of him hoped Dean would call him, but if Dean did call he'd be up even later. So he was thankful that he didn't call.

Work went by fast, he spent the day in the back mostly, taking inventory and restocking all the cold stuff from the room behind. He was glad they kept him busy today. When he got home he got out of his work uniform and took a shower. When he got out he had a text from Dean, asking him what his address was. He quickly replied and looked at the time. 5:54. He still had like an hour left. So he piddled around the apartment letting his hair dry. He still hadn't gotten dressed and when he looked at his phone again, it was 6:35.

"Dammit!" He ran into the bathroom to put some gel in his hair and put deodorant on. When he heard someone knocking at the door he pulled his sweater over his head and quickly pulled his pants on. He ran over to the door to answer it.

"You're a little-" He frowned. It was Naomi.

"I'm sorry! I have to meet him!"

"No," Cas shook his head lips pressed together, "You do not! I have to finish getting ready he'll be here any minute! And you being here won't make it any better! So go!" He proclaimed, pushing Naomi out into the hallway and shutting the door. He ran back into his bedroom putting on some socks and tying his shoes. He put on some cologne and checked himself in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. He fixed his hair a little and pulled on one of his black pea-coats, making sure it was unbuttoned, he thought he looked too much like a stick when he buttoned it. He finally heard a knock on the door. He ran to it but then realized he shouldn't seem too excited, so he stopped in front of the door and waited a couple of seconds before opening it.

"Hey." Dean said, arms folded across his chest. Cas noticed he had some snowflakes in his hair. Great it was snowing tonight.

"Hey." Cas smiled.

"You ready to go?" Dean nodded towards the elevators. Cas nodded and walked into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. The walk was silent to the elevators, but a comfortable silence. When they got in Cas pushed the button to the bottom floor. Dean stood close to Cas. Their shoulders touching and the back of their hands brushing.

Dean thought his palms were too sweaty to actually hold Cas's hand, so he didn't. They walked over to Dean's truck. It was a small classic truck, all black, 2 door. Dean went over and opened the door for Cas, once Cas was in the truck he put on his seatbelt and then Dean got in and started it up. They drove over to the pizza place, listening to the classic rock stations, Dean would hum along and Cas took a mental note that whenever he was with Dean to play this station.

They arrived to their destination within ten minutes and they walked inside and sat at a booth in the corner of the restaurant. It was a booth that was obviously meant for a party of 5-8 people, but there wasn't anyone really there so it didn't matter. They both sat on opposite sides of the booth, Dean stretched out his legs under the table and kicked Cas's foot gently.

"Can I start you guys off with something to drink?" the waitress came up with a notepad.

"I'll have a coke." Dean answered. Giving her a smile. She wrote it down and looked at Cas.

"Make that two cokes." She nodded and walked into the kitchen. Cas settled into the booth and put his hands on the table.

"So, Cas. Tell me about yourself." Dean said, putting his elbows on the table, chin resting in his right hand.

"What do you want to know?" Cas asked.

"Everything!" Dean responded, sitting back in the booth. Cas smiled and looked at his hands before looking back up at Dean.

"Well, there isn't much. I'm 22, just got my degree in Psychology, a few months ago. And I'm working in the grocery store to earn up some extra cash to pay back my student loans."

"What about your family?" Dean asked with a curious look on his face.

"I, uh, don't really have any. My parents both died in a car accident when I was really young. I never had any brothers or sisters."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Dean turned away, regretting that he asked.

"Don't be. I don't even remember them." There was a gap of silence before the waitress came back with their drinks.

"Here you two go." She set the cokes down on the table and pulled out her notepad. "Are you guys ready to order?" Dean looked over at Cas.

"You like pepperoni?" Cas nodded in agreement. "A medium pepperoni pizza."

"Okay!" She smiled at them and went back to the kitchen too place the order. Cas took a sip of his drink then looked at Dean.

"What about you? Do you have any family?"

"Yeah, my dad lives about 30 minutes away, he's a mechanic. He does a lot of traveling around the country looking for cars to take back to the shop and fix up."

"Any brothers or sisters?" Cas asked, intrigued to learn more about Dean's family.

"Yeah, one brother. His name is Sam. He lives with me since my dad isn't always home. He came with me once I turned 20 and bought my own place, he was 12 at the time, and he's getting ready to turn 15 in a couple of months." Dean smiled. Cas noticed he liked talking about his brother. Dean looked at Cas, "So, you want to be a Psychologist then?"

"Yeah, once I pay off my loans I'm gonna try to open my own practice. The mentally insane people have always interested me." Dean laughed and nodded.

"Interesting. So you'll be like a very intellectual genius making all sorts of money off the people who have the voices talking to them." He laughed rubbing his hand over his mouth. Cas laughed along with him.

"Basically." He smiled. "What do you want to do once you're finished with the fast food?"

"Well! I want to take over my dad's shop once he gets tired of it. I love fixing up cars. I used to work part time over there, but then when I bought my place and Sammy moved in with me, it was just too hard to go back and forth, so I just got a job here for the time being. I still go up to the shop every other weekend to take Sam to visit. I work on a few cars and try my best to help him out."

"Did you fix up your truck out there?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, well my dad and his friend Bobby helped me out with it. We started from scratch; all we had to begin with was a frame and an engine. No seats or anything. It took about 4 or 5 months but we finally fixed her up, I was real proud once we finished." He seemed so happy. So Cas made another mental note. Ask him about cars and about Sam.

"Okay guys! Here is your medium pizza, and here are some extra napkins just in case! Can I get you anything else?" She smiled at the two of them.

"No thanks I think we're good." Cas answered, smiling back at her.

"Okay just call if you need anything." She walked off going to another table to clean it off.

Their meal went by pretty fast, they both had two slices, and had about four left over. Dean had heard some noise coming from another room and asked the waitress what it was, and she told him it was a game room, and Dean's eyes lit up and he looked at Cas.

"We have to go. You can't just not go to a game room!" Cas laughed and agreed to go with him. Dean stood up and put his hand out towards Cas. Cas took it and they walked into the game room where they had tons of games. Cas looked at Dean's face once they walked in and he looked so excited, he knew Dean was going to force him into playing some games, but that was okay, he liked seeing Dean happy.

Cas walked over to the ski-ball machine first, those had always been his favorite, and put in 50 cents to play. He got 50,000 points which got him 50 tickets. He walked over where Dean was, playing a racing game, pressing his foot hard on the gas. He looked really into it so Cas left him alone and went over to one of the shooting games. He inserted the dollar he needed to play and began shooting, missing terribly at every target.

"You need to have your arms more relaxed," Dean said behind him putting his arms around Cas so he was holding the gun too, "and then aim, and shoot." This time Cas actually shot the monster and not the little girl holding a dog. Cas felt nervous with Dean's arms around him, but he liked it at the same time. They stayed like that for the rest of the game and earned about 15 tickets, considering Cas didn't do so well in the beginning. All together they had about 100 tickets which bought them each a wrist band and a couple of stupid animal hats. Dean had picked out the tiger one while Cas got a goat. Once Dean paid for the pizza, they walked back out to the truck so Dean could take Cas home.

They pulled up to his apartment building and walked up to the front together holding hands; it was still snowing outside, and was freezing. Cas was leaning on the wall by the front entrance of the building, it was about 11:00 p.m. and he knew the doorman had already left. Dean was leaning over Cas, one arm on the wall and the other still holding Cas's hand.

"I hope you had a good time tonight." Dean said, forehead pressing against Cas's.

"I did." Cas looked up a little at him. "It's been a while since I had that much fun in a pizza place." He laughed, and so did Dean leaning in a little closer. Their noses were touching now and Cas's heart started to race. It wasn't the first time he had actually kissed a guy, but it was the first time he kissed a guy he actually liked. Cas closed the small space between their lips and kissed Dean. He put his hands behind his neck and Dean put his hands on Cas's waist. The kiss was slow, their lips moving in sync together. Dean didn't try to stick his tongue down Cas's throat, like the guys' Cas had kissed before did. Neither of them had thought anything could be this perfect. Cas leaned out and pressed his forehead against Dean's again.

"Do you want to come inside? It's probably warmer." He laughed. Dean nodded and Cas took his hand leading him back up to his apartment.

When they got up to the fifth floor and back into Cas's apartment, Dean sat on the couch watching Cas as he made them some hot chocolate over the stove.

"Y'know it'd probably heat up a lot faster in the microwave." Dean commented.

"Yes, but it tastes sweeter when I warm it up on the stove." Cas replied back to him. Dean got up and went over to the tv, turning it on. He looked at Cas's movie selection, which consisted of; all of the original Karate Kid movies, Back to the Future, Men in Black, and Rush Hour.

"Well you don't own a lot of movies." Dean stated, looking at the small DvD case still.

"I only buy what's worth buying." Cas turned around to see Dean sitting on the floor looking through Cas's bookshelf next. Dean took out a book and flipped through it, then put it back on the case. Repeating this a few times.

"Well you certainly have more books than you do movies." Dean smirked.

"Well I do enjoy reading more." Cas turned back around to see the hot chocolate was ready. He grabbed two mugs and carefully poured an equal amount in both. Setting the pot back on the stove, he walked over to Dean, who was sitting on the floor still, but he was leaned up against the couch. Cas handed Dean his mug, and set his on the end table by the couch. He walked over to the DvD player and put in The Karate Kid. Walking back over to Dean, he grabbed a blanket from the top of the couch and grabbed his mug, which was still steaming, and he sat next to Dean.

"I hope you like this movie because I'm not changing it." He turned and smiled at him.

"This is a good movie, I have to admit. But I don't like part two and three. They should've ended it with the first one." He pulled some of Cas's blanket onto him, scooting closer so they were shoulder to shoulder. He took a sip of the steaming liquid before flinching at its heat. "Holy hell, this is hot."

"Putting it on the stove keeps it hotter longer, too." Cas patted Dean's leg saying this.

They sat there for the rest of the night, watching movies, talking, and making out a little in between conversations. Dean didn't leave until almost 3 a.m. when he finally told Cas he had to go. He told him he'd call him tomorrow, or later today considering it was already tomorrow. He kissed him one last time before leaving. Cas didn't clean up the living room since it was so late, he just crawled into bed and fell asleep. Thinking of the wonderful first date he just had.