Dean sighed in exasperation as he left the table for what felt like the hundredth time. He wiped his sweaty palms on his smock, growling in frustration as he stole another quick glance at the man at the adorable little nerd was a regular at the resturant. His dark hair was messy, but in a cute sort of way, and a pair of reading glasses sat perched on his nose. In his hand was the same book he had been reading last night when he came in for his usual order of a burger and fries. Upon closer inspection, the worn down spine read 'Romeo and Juliet' and the corners were bent from the many times the man must have read it. His blue eyes remained glued to the book, never looking up from the captivating words except to respond to the many times came over to ask if he needed a refill on water, or if he wanted to try some of the resturant's famous- "to die for"- apple pie. He would give him an amused smile and politely decline, his smile sending the butterflies in Dean's stomach wild.

After months of seeing the man in the resturant (it was a wonder how he hadn't gotten fat from all the hamburgers), Dean had learned his name was Cas. He had since then had a few pointless conversations with him, but nothing more than short exchanges about the weather and latest news in sports. Dean couldn't explain why, but whenever Cas would walk through those doors and take his seat in his favorite booth, his face would heat up and his heart would stutter in his chest. And it annoyed him to no end. He had dealed with plenty of pretty girls in his life time, but none of them had ever made him feel like this. Ever. Heck, he barely knew the guy aside from his name and favorite football team. It was driving him nuts!

He sighed when it was finally time for him to clock out. He grabbed his beloved leather jacket from it's hook in the break room, reaching into his pocket to fish out his car keys. As he walked towards the doors to leave, his eyes automatically drifted across the room to Cas... who was already staring at him curiously. Dean felt a slow blush creeping over his freckled cheeks as he hurriedly looked away. He picked up his pace as he walked by the booth Cas sat in, averting his eyes to his feet. He jumped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He whirled around to face the perpetrator, only to be met with a familiar face. He looked down to where Cas was clutching his sleeve tight. His stunning blue eyes were fixed on his face, and Dean found himself growing more uncomfortable.

"Uh... can I help you," he asked awkwardly.

"Would you care to take a seat," Cas asked in a deep voice that sent shivers down Dean's spine. Cas gestured to the seat beside him. Dean swallowed thickly.

"S-sure," he stuttered nervously, mentally kicking himself for not just going out to where his precious chevy Impala sat waiting, and avoiding making a fool of himself. Cas nodded, mostly to himself, and finally released his hold on Dean's jacket as he slid into the booth and sat down stiffly.

"You're nervous," Cas stated. It wasn't a question, and Dean cursed under his breath. He clasped his hands together on the table, worrying at an old scar on his palm with his thumb absentmindedly.

"Is it that obvious?" The only response he got was an amused chuckle. The rumbling sound of it sent his heart pounding hard in his chest. He stared down at his hands as they sat in an awkward silence.

"So... Dean, was it?" Dean opened his mouth to respond, when Cas moved on, seemingly already sure of himself. Dean couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips as he thought back to the first time he had introduced himself as the beautiful customer's waiter. The fact that Cas had even bothered to remember his name was... sweet. He internally cringed. God, he sounded like such a girl.

"What do you like to do on Friday nights," Cas asked nonchalantly. Again, Dean's heart seemed to speed up, thundering against his ribcage. He glanced up at the clock, which read 9:00 p.m. He looked back at the man next to him.

"Well, normally I'd be heading home for the night. Why? Have you got something else in mind?" He couldn't keep the flirtacious tone from creeping into his voice. Cas smiled brightly at him, his eyes hopeful.

"A walk maybe? And you could tell me more about the cute waiter that works here." Dean felt himself deflate.

"Oh. And who would that be," he asked, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt. Cas raised an eyebrow suggestively. Realization dawned on him.

"Oh... Me?" Cas laughed.

"Yes, Dean. You," he stated, eyes twinkling in amusement. Dean grinned. He looked back up at the clock. His brother would be expecting him home soon, but he could easily shoot him a text and tell him he would be home later tonight.

"Alright. I'd enjoy that," he said, loving the look of happiness that spread across the other's face.

The two of them walked for a while, their laughter filling the otherwise silent night. They talked about nothing and everything, and as they bid each other a good night, Dean felt like he finally was getting to know the man who had just an hour earlier had been a beautiful, unreachable stranger.