Dean reached into his pocket with one hand, his other holding a few DVD cases as he searched for his phone. He could've sworn he put it in his pocket before he left.
"Where the hell-" Dean grumbled, digging through his opposite pocket, but crashing into someone and both of them falling, his DVD's scattering between them.
"Sorry." Dean muttered, quickly working to pick up the DVD's.
"It's alright." The man he bumped into replied.
Why did that voice sound so familiar?
Dean looked up finally as the man handed him the last DVD he dropped. Green eyes met blue and Dean gasped.
"Oh my God!" Dean choked out. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I am so so sorry!"
"It's alright." The man replied, chuckling as Dean completely freaked out. "I take it you recognize me."
"Recognize you?" Dean scoffed. "I have been to five concerts."
"Impressive." He hummed, standing up.
"Here. I can help you up." Dean offered, clamoring to his feet and offering the blue-eyed man his hand.
"I've got it, but thank you." He laughed, extending his hand. "Castiel."
"Obviously I know who you are." Dean smiled weakly, taking Castiel's hand.
"Well I still enjoy a formal introduction from time to time." Cas shrugged.
"Oh my God." Dean breathed, staring down at their hands. "I'm touching you."
Cas just laughed and raised his eyebrows at him.
"That sounded a lot creepier than I meant it to." Dean muttered, releasing Castiel's hand.
Cas nodded. "It did."
Dean exhaled awkwardly.
"You still haven't told me your name." Cas whispered.
"Oh. My name?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Cas answered. "Your name. You know? That thing your parents gave you on your birthday?"
"Oh. Dean Winchester." Dean grinned nervously.
"Well." Castiel smirked. "It's nice to meet you, Dean Winchester."
"Sorry for uh...bumping into you again. I'm so sorry." Dean stammered.
"You want to make it up to me then?" Cas smiled.
"Of course! Anything!" Dean replied.
"Do you have anywhere you need to be right now?" Cas asked.
Dean shook his head. "I just need to return these to the store."
"Well then how would you like to accompany me for lunch?" Castiel offered.
"What?" Dean choked. "Me? You? Lunch?"
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Cas responded.
"W-why?"
"Because I'm hungry and have no previous arrangements." Cas shrugged. "So will that be a yes or no?"
"Yes. Definitely a yes!" Dean nodded vigorously.
"Excellent." Cas grinned. "You're heading towards the movie store right on the corner, correct?"
"Mhm." Dean answered.
"There's a lovely café just across the street from there. Would that be alright with you or do you have a preference where you'd like to eat?" Castiel asked.
"Trust me when I say that anything is fine with me." Dean laughed tensely.
"In that case, shall we then?"
"Oh my God..." Dean breathed.
"Is that all you know how to say?" Cas laughed.
"Sorry." Dean mumbled.
"It's alright. I'm just not used to people – well grown men at least – nearly having a heart attack when they see me." Cas smirked.
"Yeah probably not..." Dean muttered.
"So right in here?" Cas asked, pointing to a store below a big sign that read 'Jimz Movie Rentalz'.
"Actually, that one..." Dean hissed.
"Hmmm..." Cas mused, reading the sign on the door. "Toy Story Thirty?"
"It's actually just 'Toy Story XXX'. No one uses Roman numerals anymore." Dean said awkwardly.
"I do." Cas stated.
"You and your lonesome then." Dean replied.
"Well, are you going to return those DVD's now?" Cas chuckled.
"Oh right." Dean muttered. "You can just wait here, right?"
"I'll just come in." Cas shrugged. "No point in waiting out in the heat."
"Okay..." Dean sighed, pushing open the door. A high-pitched moan rang as the door opened and then shut.
Castiel looked around, alarmed trying to find the source of the noise. Who just did that? Why?
"I'll be right with you!" A young voice called out from the back.
Dean went to the front counter and set the DVD's down. When he turned around, Cas had completely disappeared.
Cas frowned in confusion as he walked down one of the aisles. There were all sorts of phallic like items sitting in boxes on shelves.
"What the hell..." Cas mumbled, taking an object off the shelf. He turned it over in his hands, tilting his head at the strange item; large, ridged, and seemingly useless.
"Can I help you?" A woman in an extremely tight and busty uniform came out.
"What are these?" Cas asked, waving the object in his hand around in the air.
She chuckled uneasily. "These are some of our assortment of dildos and vibrators. We have some of the more...um...unique kind down the next aisle."
"May I see them?" Cas replied.
"Of course." She smiled, leading him down the aisle.
Castiel took a moment, frowning once again as he picked up another toy. This one had extremely large bumps along it, was made in a cheap, hideously colored plastic, and made him feel very uneasy.
"Ma'am, what are these dildos and vibrators for?" Castiel finally inquired.
"You do know what kind of store you're in, right?" She scoffed.
"Some sort of toy store." Cas answered.
"Well, yeah..." She muttered.
"I just don't see how any of these items can be played with. They just look like something a small child would get into sword fights with." Cas mused.
"Far from that..." The employee snorted. "I don't think you really know what this store's for...what were you looking for exactly?"
"Nothing. I'm just taking someone out for lunch and they said they had to make a pit stop. You think a grown man would be a little old for toys..." Cas hummed.
"So you're just browsing then? You don't need any assistance?" She smiled.
"No." Castiel shook his head.
"Well, have a nice day then."
"You too." Cas replied, placing the object back on the shelf and walking down the aisle.
He was about to return to the counter where Dean was returning the DVD's when he saw a flashing sign that said 'Try Me!'. Of course Cas immediately picked up another item and hit a button on it. It started vibrating loudly and violently. He yelped and it fell out of his hands and onto the floor, where it buzzed around the aisle.
Cas quickly ran from the aisle and up to where Dean was handing the lady at the front his credit card.
The lady helping him immediately shrieked. "Oh my God! Amber! Come here!"
"See it's not just me." Dean stated.
"She's a young lady. That's normal. You're a grown ass man. That's not normal." Cas replied, a playful smirk on his face.
The girl who had just been helping Cas ran to the front and then mimicked her coworker. "Oh my God! It's you!"
Cas nodded. "Yes, it is."
"I can't believe I didn't recognize you!" Amber squealed.
"It must've been the lighting." Cas said.
"Can I get an autograph?" The other girl asked.
"Of course." He smiled, opening up his trench coat and pulling out two postcard-sized photos of him. "Who should I made it out to?"
"Amber." Amber said.
"And my name's Kay." The other girl said.
Castiel quickly penned a short message and signed his name, sliding the two photos across the counter.
"Thank you so much." Kay beamed.
"No problem." Cas gave her a soft smile. "Have the nice day the both of you. Ready, Dean?"
"Ready as ever." Dean laughed.
"Good." Cas replied, walking towards the door and holding it open for Dean.
"Thanks." Dean said.
"You're welcome." Cas responded, the door falling shut behind them, the squeals of the two girls inside still highly audible.
"Remember, Dean. It's normal for them." Cas smirked.
Dean laughed, smiling over at Cas as they walked towards the small café.
A/N: FUCK I NEED TO STOP. IM SORRY, GUYS. I was just too fucking in love with the idea of musician Cas and Dean being a dumb nervous fanatic. And my friends thought it was a cute idea and it just happened. And I still have like 2 half-way completely chapters in my other fics, so at least one should be coming tomorrow. I promise. I SWEAR.
And I only get these ideas because I have nothing better to do than lay around thinking about Destiel while I wait for my DVD's to rip.