Based around my favorite rock song, Summer of 69' by Bryan Adams. Sadly, the time period is not in 1969 'cause I know nothing of the drive-ins in 1969 and it has nothing to do with the sexual act. I'm not sure if there will be a second part, but there is one stirring in my mind now soooo, we'll see.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, or the song this fic is based off of. Boo.

Now or Never

Drive-Ins were part of the Winchester summer tradition. John would save some money at the end of the week and take the boys to see whichever high end, summer blockbuster came out that week. It had a more wholesome feeling than the movie theaters; well, it seemed that way to them.

"Hey, Dean, why don't you go over to the concession stand and get us some popcorn," his dad asked, handing him a ten dollar bill.

"Yeah, sure."

It was the summer before Dean went off to college and he wanted to revel in his family's crazy traditions before he set off alone.

Walking to the concession stand near the back of the field, Dean was blinded by the headlights of cars coming in to see the show. Making sure he didn't get hit, he made it to the dusty stand, taking his place in line behind an average height guy with shaggy brown hair who was talking aimlessly to a slightly taller boy with tousled, I-don't-give-a-fuck dark brown hair and amazingly blue eyes; both about his age. Dean couldn't help but stare at the blue-eyed boy who was leaning against the wooden railing, obviously bored with whatever his friend was saying. He looked too serious to be his age, probably one of those 'old souls' people always talked about. Nonetheless, Dean was intrigued, and the flip-flopping in his stomach alerted him that he definitely felt something.

The shorter boy moved up to the counter, ordering numerous candies and giving Dean the opportunity to talk to his mystery man.

"Is he planning on sharing with the entire audience," Dean teased with a smile.

Blue Eyes smirked in response, answering with a rough, deep voice that Dean would love to hear in bed, "No, probably not. My brother here has a larger appetite for sweets than most children."

Dean laughed briefly. "I don't blame him. I love me some suckers," he tossed back, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Either Dean was losing his touch, or the boy missed his attempt at flirting because he answered with a glare at his brother. "As does he."

Dean waited a beat to see if he would say anything more before sticking out his hand to offer an introduction, "Dean. Dean Winchester."

Returning his gaze to Dean, the boy raised his hand, clasping the extended hand, "Castiel Novak."

"Hmmm... Castiel," he repeated, letting the strange, but somehow fitting name roll off his lips and warm his entire body, "I like it. It's interesting."

Castiel's brother had already wandered off with arms full of candy, leaving the two guys to order. "Thanks. My parents like obscure, religious names."

The lady behind the counter brought back Castiel's hot dog (he had to be teasing Dean, he just had to) and Dean's large popcorn with extra butter. They paid and walked to the entrance of the concession stand. The drive-in was usually packed Friday nights and today was no exception; forty plus cars were scattered across the field, facing their respective screens. The movies were about to start, but Dean didn't want to leave Castiel, not yet.

"So which movie are ya watching," Dean asked, glancing over at Castiel before a light blush creeped over his face at the sight of him taking a bite of his hot dog. He took his time to chew and swallow before replying, his throat distracting Dean. "I am watching The Raven with my brothers. And yourself?"

"The Avengers. My little brother has been nerding out about it since they announced it was coming out, but I'm excited to see it, too. Nothing wrong with a good superhero movie, ya know?"

Castiel smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, I agree with you. Perhaps next week we shall watch that."

The two were silent for a bit before they noticed the trailer for a movie coming out soon starting to play on the screens across the way.

"Well, I believe I should be going now," Castiel began to walk away. Dean had to do something quick if he wanted to make sure he was going to see those blue eyes again. "It was nice to-"

"Uh, Castiel," Dean stepped towards him so they were but a hands length away, "We should..." He laughed nervously, looking down at his shoes before looking up again, "We should trade phone numbers. You know. Tell me how you like The Raven."

A rosy tint accompanied Castiel's small smile, the warm light coming from the concession stand making him look ethereal. "Yes, I'd like that, Dean."

Dean felt as if the butterflies in his stomach were having a wrestling match, but that didn't stop the brilliant grin that spread across his face. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, passing it to Castiel, the other doing the same for him. Never had it felt more satisfying to put his number into someone's phone. They returned their phones to each other and began to walk in the direction of their cars, a nice silence between them. Dean didn't know how he could feel that comfortable with someone he just met, but he didn't question it. He couldn't remember the last time the violent butterflies in his stomach had stirred like this, so he might as well enjoy it.

They paused once more before parting ways, shaking hands a little bit longer than was necessary. "I'll see you around Castiel."

The other boy nodded once. "Alright, Dean."

It wasn't a 'no' so that was good enough for Dean. Releasing the warmth of Castiel's hand, Dean turned around and walked to his dad's car, popcorn in his arms and a smile on his face.

"What took you so long? Dean… you okay?" Sam asked upon seeming the strange grin on his brother's face.

He handed Sam the popcorn and took his seat on one of the chairs that they keep in the car for moments like these. "Yeah. Just made a new friend," he responded with small smile.

Sam took the seat next to him, popping some popcorn in his mouth as the movie began to play, the sound coming from their portable radio set to the correct station. "A friend or a friend?" Putting emphasis on the last word with an elbow nudge.

"Shut up."

"Both of you hush up," their dad exclaimed, keeping his focus on the movie. Both of the boys turn their attention to the screen before them.

Dean smiled; the weight of the phone in his pocket reminding him of the strange boy with the blue eyes. He took out his phone to scan though his contact list, stopping at Castiel's name, wondering if it would be too soon to text him. It had only been twenty minutes. Yeah, no, too soon. He put his phone on standby and let it sit on his lap.

Thirty more minutes passed with Dean picking up his phone and putting it back on his lap at least ten more times. By the eleventh time, Dean was about to give up, when his phone vibrated.

Castiel Novak: This movie is not what I expected it to be.

Dean bit his lip and smiled once more, the stupid butterflies acting up again. He had it; bad.

Dean: That sux man. Avengers is kick ass.

"Is that her? Or him?" Sam craned his neck to look at his phone, "How do you get their numbers so fast, Dean?"

Dean shoved his face away as another text arrived, "Watch the movie, Snoopy. It's none of your business."

Castiel Novak: Yes, it does look entertaining.

He turned his head around to see if he could catch a glimpse of Castiel, but all he could see was a sea of cars.

Dean: Watchin the wrong screen cas? Ur gonna spoil it!

Castiel Novak: Cas?

Shit, where did that come from?

Dean: Sry idk where that came from.

Before the nerves could settle in, Castiel responded.

Castiel Novak: It's alright Dean. I like it. It was just unexpected.

He released the breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Dean, stop texting your friend and watch the movie," his father admonished him.

"Sorry, Dad ."

Dean: :) sry g2g Txt u after movies done.

Dean spent the rest of the movie wondering what to say to get a chance with Castiel (No, Cas). Needless to say, Dean doesn't know how the movie ended.