Dean stood in front of the bathroom mirror scrutinizing his appearance one last time.
Shaved? Check.
Showered? Check.
Hair combed and styled to an effortless appearance? Check.
Good underwear, you know, just in case? Check.
"Alright buddy, it's show time." He practiced his signature Dean Winchester-panty-dropping smile. Tonight as his body buzzed with nervousness, it didn't seem as if the smile would help him get lucky this time. It was his first honest-to-god date since he got out of high school. He didn't have time for dates, he just worked his charms and bought them drinks and left before they could find him again. This was something special. With someone special. Maybe just one more check.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, fidgeting with the contents. He wasn't this nervous going up against any monster he'd ever fought. Not even arc-angels. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cold air. It filled him up, cooling his red hot anxiety. There was a rustling sound, just the breeze in the dried leaves.
"Dean."
His eyes shot open.
"Jesus, Cas. You startled me."
"Are you alright, Dean? Did I not come in time for our appointment?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. You're on time. I mean, is it possible for angels to be fashionably late?" he chuckled nervously.
"We don't have 'fashion,' Dean. We wear whatever is convenient while in our vessel, and our true forms aren't in need of garments."
"Right, right. What movie did you want to see? There's that uh, date movie out, a romantic comedy."
"What about this one?" Castiel pointed to the poster of the most recent superhero flick, Dean's eyebrows raised ."I would like to see what humans see as 'heroic,'" his fingers waggled quote marks in the air.
"Yeah, sure. That doesn't start for an hour though. I guess we have some time to kill," Dean shifted nervously, he hadn't planned for this. Alone time with Cas was filled with tense silence. Emotions he wasn't used to, nor comfortable with. The other man just watched him, blue eyes patiently waiting for the next move. "Let's go to the gas station." Castiel's eyes followed the man for a moment as he hunched his shoulders and pull his jacket closer to keep warm and walked away.
"Here, put this in your jacket," Dean pulled open the trench coat and ran his hand along the inside, looking for a hidden pocket. "Ah-ha!" he slipped the bag of gummy worms inside. His hand stopped over the other mans ribs. He could feel the man's body heat through his jacket coat. He absentmindedly bit his lip as his eyes raised to the blue ones staring intensely at him.
"Dean," Castiel paused, Dean's hand was still inside the trench coat, ghosting over his ribs, their eyes still locked, "Sneaking candy into the movies is prohibited."
Dean smiled and laughingly sighed as he patted the angel on the shoulder, "You rebelled against heaven, but you have a problem sneaking candy into the theater? Oh, that's rich, angel boy. Let's go."
As the lights dimmed and the picture started, Dean was hyper aware of the angel beside him. The lack of fidgeting, the nimble hands dipping into the popcorn bucket
Just chill out man, things are going smooth, he thought to himself. Focus on the movie so we have something to talk about at dinner besides scary monsters.
The movie was pretty good, entertaining at least. Castiel's eyes were glued to the screen, his hand bringing popcorn and gummy worms absently to his mouth. Dean snuck frequent glances at his date. There was salt clinging to his lips from the popcorn he'd noticed. He wanted to taste them, the salt and the sticky sweet of candy on the flush lips. An explosion on the screen brought him back to the present. Castiel's eyes reflected the light like stained glass on fire. Dean took the distracting moment to stretch his arm around his companion. It felt so right, his arm seemed to be molded to the man next to him. The other body unconsciously leaned back more snuggly into the arm. Dean smiled, was human nature rubbing off on the unshakable angel?
The movie ended with the plucky hero scooping his woman up into his arms and kissing her. Castiel smiled. Dean noted the exceptionally human reaction, it made him smile also.
"We are going to dinner now, correct?" Cas looked at Dean, but made no mention of the arm around his shoulders.
This wasn't the usual burger and fries joint Dean usually went to, this was a nice place. Cloth napkins folded in nice designs and everything.
"Dean, you did not have to take me to someplace so uncustomary for you. I don't even require food."
"I thought it would be nice," he felt a little foolish, but his steak was good.
"It is nice, Dean. It just didn't have to be."
"Yes it did. I wanted us to have a nice first date."
Castiel stopped twirling his spaghetti.
"This is a date?"
"I…Just..I mean…Cas…I..uh, yeah," Dean sputtered uncouthly.
"And this is our first? This is not like the other times we've spent together?"
"Well yeah, I mean no. I mean -yeah. This is our first date; it isn't like the other times we've hung out," his hands were in his lap, moving nervously. His eyes were on his half empty plate, ashamed to look up.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"I've never been on a date before."
"You have now, I guess," he fidgeted with the silverware. Castiel's hand reached out, and rested on his. Neither were sure where the reaction came from.
"Dean, look at me," they were suddenly back at Dean's motel, standing outside the door. "Thank you for a memorable first date."
"It wasn't anything special, Cas," he looked bashfully at his feet.
"It was to me."
He pressed a chaste kiss to Dean's cheek and he was gone.
Dean smiled in the cold dark, feeling the warmth still on his face.