A/N: okay, so this is based off a tumblr prompt. i thought i "liked" it, but i can't find it, so i guess i didn't, so i can't give credit. the prompt was them meeting at the park in the middle of the night because they're both there Pokéhunting and they're the only ones there.

tags: smut, destiel

Part 1

Castiel crossed his arms tightly, ducking his head down against the wind nipping at his face. Why was he at the park at two am in December, again? Oh, right, because he needed to catch some of the Pokémon that only appeared at night.

The park was deserted, just the way he liked it. There were so many people everywhere these days, eyes glued to their phones, that he was finding it harder and harder to find solitude anywhere but his own home; and even that was a stretch, with his annoying older brothers always plodding around the house teasing him about whatever came to mind at the time.

He settled down on the bench at the edge of the park, his back to the woodline, and pulled out his phone. Usually he would have it open already, but after being jumped a few months ago, he had learned to be more aware of his surroundings. Oh, and to always carry a blade.

He was surprised to find that there was a lure attached to the Pokéstop. He looked around, squinting into the darkness. The one streetlight by the parking lot didn't do much to illuminate the park. He didn't see anyone, but lures only lasted for thirty minutes. Why would someone drop one in the middle of the night and leave?

His heart sank as he realized the person could have nefarious intentions. He placed his right hand inside his coat. Feeling the handle of the blade made him feel safer. He could just leave, yeah, but fuck that, he wanted to catch some Pokémon, and the gym needed to be taken over again. Some Valor asshole with a 1500CP Arcanine kept stealing it out from under him.

Dean looked up from his phone as the smell of cigarette smoke wafted into the woods. He was leaning against a tree, using some stardust to power up his team. He backed out of that screen to see the gym was blue again. "Dammit," he grumbled under his breath. Taken over by that damn Mystic and his 1100CP Vaporeon- again. He pushed himself off the tree, peeking out from behind it and squinting towards the park. He could see someone sitting at the bench a few yards away, clouds of smoke rising above him and dissipating into the sky.

He began to emerge and stepped on a twig, sending a crack through the air. He froze when the man on the bench sat straight up, looking around wildly. He turned to peer into the woods behind him, but he appeared to not be able to see Dean in the dark. Dean was surprised to notice the man was actually a boy his age. The trench coat had him assuming it was an older man. After a minute or two, the boy turned his attention back to his phone. "Sweet, a Meowth," he mumbled under his breath.

Dean began walking again, only a few feet from the treeline. He emerged and asked, "If you're going to use my lure, you could at least buy me dinner."

Cas spun around to see a young man roughly his age, standing behind the bench, hands awkwardly shoved into his pockets. He was wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt beneath a dark green army jacket, ripped blue jeans, and red Converse. He had a red and white baseball cap on backwards, and a small tuft of brown hair was sticking out of the opening in the front that was meant for adjusting the size.

Cas exhaled sharply, removing his hand from the handle of his blade. "You scared the shit out of me," he said with a small laugh.

Dean moved forward and took a seat next to him on the bench. "Sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't expect to see anyone out here at this hour."

"Yeah, me neither. I prefer it that way, though."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Dean said again.

"I didn't mean it like that," Cas said quickly. "There's just a lot of people playing this and while it's a good thing that people are getting outside, I'm just not a fan of being surrounded by strangers."

"Well, let's not be strangers," Dean said, a small nervous smile spreading across his lips. "I'm Dean."

"Cas." They were quiet for a moment as Dean absentmindedly clicked in and out of his Pokémon screen. He was out of stardust, so he couldn't power anybody else up until he caught some more Pokémon. "So... what team are you on?" Cas asked. When he looked at Dean, he now noticed the front of his backwards cap. It was a replica of Ash's hat, and it was worn and dingy. The white half was a light gray. He smiled to himself as he realized this kid probably wasn't one of the kids playing this only because everyone else was... he was an actual fan.

"Valor," Dean responded. "You?"

"Mystic," Cas said quietly.

Dean jokingly made a disgusted face before breaking into a wide grin. "Kidding. Wait... are you the one who keeps stealing my gym?"

Cas smiled. "Maybe. Are you the one with the Arcanine?"

"Yes," Dean beamed, proud of powering up an uncommon Pokémon high enough to take over and defend gyms. It had taken a lot of walking to find enough Growlithes for that.

"Nice. Vaporeon is my highest. Took me forever to get it past 1000. The only reason I'm able to beat you is because of the whole 'water vs fire' thing. I have quite a few water Pokémon, Vaporeon's just my strongest."

Dean shrugged. "It's the nature of the game." Although, just that morning, he had been pissed about his gym constantly being overtaken. But seeing the trainer who was doing it, an adorable dark-haired boy with blue eyes that were as bright and clear as the summer sky, even in the shitty light, well... he wasn't so mad anymore.

He lit a cigarette and took a few drags. "Wanna walk around? More stuff pops up if you're moving, even if it's only a foot away." He rolled his eyes.

Cas nodded. "Sure." They stood up and wandered aimlessly for a few minutes. Another Growlithe, a Seel, and a few Pidgeys and Rattatas showed up.

"Hey, there's a Vulpix somewhere close!" Dean said. "It's three steps away." He wandered back and forth for a minute. "It drops to two at the woodline."

"Should we go in there in the dark?" Cas asked, tilting his head and squinting.

Dean swallowed. Fuck, he was cute. "Sure, why not?"

Cas shrugged. "Bears. Murderers."

Dean's eyes widened. "I'm sure we'll be fine. Besides, I'll protect us," he jokingly added with a grin.

Cas smiled, shaking his head slightly, but he followed Dean into the woods anyway. They only had to walk a few yards until the steps dropped to zero. "We're right on top of it," Dean mumbled, looking around.

"What are you doing?" Cas laughed. "You're not going to see it, duh."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh shit, it popped up!" He clicked on the screen.

Cas frowned at his phone. It hadn't shown up on his yet. Another jealous thirty seconds passed, Dean fist pumping and muttering "Yesss," under his breath when he caught it, before it popped up on Cas' phone.

"Did you get it?" Dean asked, stepping towards him and peering over at his phone.

Cas' heart skipped a beat as he realized just how close Dean was. He smelled cigarettes and a cologne that smelled like the air after a summer rainshower, with just the slighest bit of sweat. "Um... n- not yet," he stammered.

"Sorry," Dean said, taking a step back.

"It's alright," Cas said quickly, not wanting Dean to think that he couldn't do it again. He looked back down at his phone. The Vulpix had broken out of the Pokéball. He gave it a berry and threw a Great Ball, and it shook a few times before congratulating him on capturing the creature. "I got it," he said, looking to Dean with a half-smile.

Dean smiled back. "What level is it?"

Cas checked. "500," he said, raising his eyebrows in approval.

Dean frowned. "Mine was only 74."

"That sucks," Cas said.

They were quiet for a moment as Cas re-organized his team by "recent" and checked out the Pokémon he had caught that day.

"So... do you live around here?" Dean asked. "I've never seen you before."

Cas nodded. "I actually live three blocks away, towards the high school."

"No kidding?" Dean said. "I live two blocks the other way. Did you graduate here?" he asked, wondering why he'd never seen him around school. There was no way he would forget that messy hair and blue eyes. And the trench coat, of course.

"I was homeschooled, actually. Just finished this year."

Dean nodded.

Cas noticed Dean had put his phone away, so he closed out of the app and checked the time. It was nearly three. "It's getting late," he sighed. "I should probably head home."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I should, too. I left my kid brother home alone. He should be asleep, but you never know with that kid."

Cas stared at him, head cocked, unsure if it was okay or not for his little brother to be alone.

"He's fifteen," Dean said quickly. "Don't worry, I didn't leave a toddler." He smirked.

Cas smiled. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Dean said. Cas seemed hesitant. Dean was hoping he would ask for his number. When Cas still didn't speak, he continued. "Maybe I'll see you around again."

Cas nodded. He didn't know what else to say, besides, "Goodnight," so that's all he said. He feared if he stayed any longer, he would do something stupid. This guy was a big fat negative on his gaydar, and he would prefer not to, at the very least, embarrass himself; at the worst, take a punch. He never was good at social cues, which is why he preferred to keep to himself. He took a step back and turned, walking off towards the glow of the park.

"Night," Dean said after him, his heart sinking a bit. He waited a moment before beginning to walk in the same direction, but veering off the opposite way when he got to the parking lot of the park, towards home. He lit a cigarette and kicked a can down the sidewalk, cursing himself for not asking for his number himself.

A/N: next chapter is smut, i figured i would separate it for anyone who didn't want to read it.