SPN
Dean threw his load of laundry into the tumbler, putting in the quarter's one at a time. He had had a long day and just wanted to get home to his bed. But he needed to get this done because in the next week, he would be heading home to Sammy, his squatch of a brother.
He couldn't wait to get home to him. And Sam's fiancé, Jess, of course. Dean smiled as he thought about how happy she made his little brother, and how happy he made her. They had been together for a while when Sam finally popped the question. And Dean hadn't even seen his kid brother smile so big when she said yes.
Dean returned to his laundry, thinking about the stuff he had to do before he went to see Sam when someone caught his eye.
A man sitting on top of the dryer in a white button-up shirt with a blue tie and black pants that fit him very well. His hair was black as ink, and his jaw line… Dean felt a shiver run through him. He had never really taken notice to too many men unless he had a couple beers in him.
But this one caught his eye, and Dean was very grateful.
He was doing some kind of puzzle book, concentrating hard and chewing his bottom lip. His smile grew bigger as he took in the man before him.
"Hey." Dean gave him his most flirtacious smile, making his dimples even more prominent. The man tilted his head, not looking directly at Dean. His smile faltered.
He turned his head and saw what he was looking at.
His roommate's pink, satin panties.
Dean felt his face redden, hiding his face in his hand, getting ready to turn and run. How could he have those in his laundry? They don't even share the same basket! His face was now the shade of a cherry, making his Stanford hoodie unbearably warm at that moment.
He felt the man wiggle next to him on the dryer, and then feeling electrifyingly warm fingers brush against the back of his hand.
Dean moved his head, barely enough to look through his fingers to see a hand extended toward him. The man said, "Castiel."
…What?
Dean's mind went blank as soon as he had a view of the man's face from the front. His lips were pink, pointed on the cupid's bow that you could cut glass on them, his hair all wrestled looking as though someone just ran their fingers through them… Then there were his eyes. They were blue, and not just blue but every shade imaginable all put into one, with every shade peeking through when he tilted his head. Thick eye lashes coming out from his heavy eyes, looking as though he had seen too much. He had a slight crease in between his eyebrows, giving him this puzzled look. His five o'clock shadow accentuating his strong jaw line.
Dean decided that in that moment, he would do anything to see that quizzical look whenever he got the chance.
He realized that- Castiel was it? - still had his hand outstretched waiting for Dean to take it.
He put his hand in the strange man's and felt a jolt work its way up his arm, into his toes and right back up again. And stayed in his heart causing it to pick up double time. Castiel and himself looking at their hands and back up to each other.
"Hey, name's Dean." He looked at the pink panties sitting on the edge of his basket again and felt the blush work its way back up his neck. He was still holding this man's hand and didn't mind. But Castiel withdrew his and looked back at Dean.
Saying with his head still down, "I swear those aren't mine. My roommate must have thrown them in there by accident." Castiel smiled, leaving Dean to ramble to himself about embarrassment.
"I was not going to say anything. But since you brought it up." He smiled, and it was breathtaking. His lips stretched across his bright white teeth showing the top row, with dimples forming by the corners of his mouth.
Dean's smile turned into a grin, watching the man sitting across from him.
"How come I've never seen you here before?"
"I am just merely passing through. I am on my way and needed to wash my clothes before I left."
Dean's heart sunk. Just his luck, he found someone that he was getting along with, someone he wanted to get to know and they were "passing through".
"Oh… You aren't from around here?"
"I am, I go to the local college. What about you?" Umph, again with the head tilt, Dean thought, swallowing the lump that grew in his throat.
"I do too. But I am leaving here in the next week to go home."
"Peculiar, that is where I am heading too. Where is it that you call home Dean?"
"Lawrence, Kansas. My brother and father live there. But Sam, my brother, goes to Stanford for school. He is on break now, so the nerd is coming home for break."
Cas had this strange look on his face, the crease between his eyes deepening further as he turned to look at Dean.
"Really? My brother just opened a business there. He graduated college in business management, now opening his own party business."
Dean shook his head. This could not possibly be happening. They were going to the same place? "What? You are going to Lawrence?"
"Yes I am. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Just a little weirded out I guess."
How could his luck get any better?! Meeting a really hot gu- shit. What if he wasn't gay? He could only hope that he was, and he was determined to find out. Dean snapped back looking at the beautiful… angel sitting in front of him, the only way to describe what he looked like.
"Hey, you wanna go grab some coffee or a beer? I know this great place that has both. And pie."
"I will take you up on that offer Dean. But I have never had pie."
His mouth gaping open, staring at the blue-eyed man, watching as he started to laugh. "You've never had pie? Like ever? You haven't lived! We're going. Now."
Dean took Cas' hand, making him put his book down and dragging him out the door, hearing Cas shout behind him "Dean, what about our st-", cut off by Dean opening the passenger door.
"We won't be gone more than half an hour. Promise," holding up three fingers up as if in a promise. Cas' face reddened with adoration then slid awkwardly into the passenger seat with Dean shutting the door behind him.
SPN
He looked at the man, watching him become red again as he looked at the panties that were draped over the edge of his basket. He realized that their hands were still clasped together, and truth-be-told, Castiel did not mind at all. He wanted to keep the green-eyed man's hand in his.
Dean was explaining about how they weren't his. Castiel stared at the man, admiring his facial structure. He has exceptional cheek bones and his jaw line was equally if not stronger. You could cut something on it. His nose was crooked, looking as though he had been hit and never corrected the break. And his lips, Castiel wanted to touch them, to feel the roughness and warmth of them.
"I was not going to say anything, but since you brought it up." Castiel gave him his best heart-warming smile. He watched, laughing inwardly as he saw Dean's smile turn into a grin, almost taking up the lower half of his face. The smile causing small wrinkles by his eyes.
"How come I've never seen you here before?", Dean asked curiously.
"I am just merely passing through. I am on my way and needed to wash my clothes before I left."
Cas saw Dean's face fall, but it was gone in moments, his smile coming back on.
"Oh… You aren't from around here?"
"I am, I go to the local college. What about you?" Cas felt his head tilt and immediately, Dean's eyes grew and watched as Dean swallowed, Cas' pants reacting to the stretched neck.
"I do too. But I am leaving here in the next week to go home."
Cas could not believe his luck.
"Peculiar, that is where I am heading too. Where is it that you call home Dean?"
"Lawrence, Kansas. My brother and father live there. But Sam, my brother, goes to Stanford for school. He is on break now, so the nerd is coming home for break."
Cas knew he had a strange look on his face, the crease between his eyes deepening further as he turned to look at Dean. Was this really happening?
"Really? My brother just opened a business there. He graduated college in business management, now opening his own party planning business."
Cas watched as the blonde spikey-haired head shook from side to side. "What? You are going to Lawrence?" Dean's voice seemed almost airy and unconvinced of… something but what?
"Yes I am. Are you okay?" Dean looked like he was about to have a stroke.
"Yeah, fine. Just a little weirded out I guess."
Castiel looked at him, watching him think, a crease forming between his eye brows and chewing on his lower lip.
"Hey, you wanna go grab some coffee or a beer? I know this great place that has both. And pie."
"I will take you up on that offer Dean. But I have never had pie."
Dean's mouth popped open in an "O". Cas laughed at this notion.
"You've never had pie? Like ever? You haven't lived! We're going. Now."
Cas felt butterflies enter his stomach, causing him to smile. Dean had grabbed his hand dragging him off the dryer that he was sitting on, and pulling him out the door. Cas started to say "Dean, what about our stuff?" but was cut off by the shock that overcame him. Dean was holding his door open for him.
"We won't be gone more than half an hour. Promise," and Dean held up three fingers as a promise.
Cas put his head down to hide the blush sneaking onto his cheeks. He slid into the black Impala and watched Dean as he shut the door and walked around the front of the car.
SPN
Dean was suddenly struck with nerves as he realized what he was doing. He was taking Cas out to dinner. Well just coffee really. It was a start though. Dean smiled and climbed into his baby.
"Okay, you're gonna have to trust me on this. I know this really awesome night pub. I'm friend with the owner and she loves me." Dean winked for emphasis, and knew it was a good idea. Cas gulped, almost loud enough for Dean to look at him. But he saw it. Dean pulled into the road and took off.
….
They pulled into The Roadhouse parking lot, next a timeworn, very dirty Camaro.
Dean turned so he could see Cas, and was breath-taken again. He didn't think he would ever get use to the man's profile. But Dean couldn't let that get in the way of Cas trying one of the seven wonders of the world.
"Are you ready to try one of the most delicious things to ever touch your tongue?"
Dean grinned as he saw Cas scoff and look like he was about to say something but then changed his mind and shaking his head as he climbed out of the car.
Dean groaned as he got a perfect view of Cas' ass.