Castiel tugged uncomfortably at his clothes. He was wearing a suit that Dean had bought him, along with with a pair of dress shoes and a new tie. Worst of all, he didn't have his trench coat. He had complained his way through the hunter's insistence that he dress up and hadn't stopped until the younger Winchester had explained it to him.

"This is Dean's way of showing that he cares," Sam had told him, "You've never been on a date before and he wants to make sure it's great. Don't worry, he'll be dressing up too. And that's not something he does often."

He had still argued some after that, but then Sam said "it will make him happy" and Castiel knew he had lost the battle.

Now, they stood at the front of a fancy restaurant, Dean's hand on the small of the angel's back, both dressed nicely as they waited to be seated. The hunter had made reservations, planning this night to last detail. He wanted nothing more than to give his angel the best first date of all time, because he deserved nothing less.

Castiel seemed slightly uncomfortable, but visibly relaxed when Dean wrapped his arm around the angel's waist as they walked to their table. He pulled Castiel chair out for him (that's what a gentleman does on a nice date, right?) and awkwardly ordered wine (god, why couldn't he just have beer?). When the waiter came back with the wine and poured it into their glasses, Dean ordered steak for both of them and shifted in his chair.

"Dean, this is ridiculous." Castiel said, looking around the restaurant.

"What is?" He raised an eyebrow.

"This," Cas gestured at the people around them. "These," He pulled at his jacket and reached over to tug on Dean's. "You're not comfortable. You'd rather be at a much less...fancy place, drinking beer, wearing jeans, not worrying about cursing..."

Dean sucked in his cheeks and put an effort into keeping his voice leveled. "Damn it, Cas. I'm just trying to give you the best first date I can. I just want you to enjoy yourself. This isn't about me. It's about you. Come on, don't make this more difficult for me. I don't mind..."

Castiel rolled his eyes and sighed. "When will you ever learn...?" He held up a hand, silencing Dean before he could protest. "I don't care what we do. All I care is that I'm with you. I enjoy burgers and pie. I don't mind beer. I just want to be with you."

Dean licked his lips, looking down at the table. "So I went through all this effort for nothing..."

Reaching across the table to grab Dean's hand, Castiel stared at him until he looked up, meeting his eyes. "Not for nothing. I think it's very sweet. And I...enjoy the suit," He looked Dean up and down suggestively. "But I think we go somewhere else. Somewhere you would be more comfortable."

A smirk played on Dean's lips. "Okay, fine. But I still want steak, so how 'bout the steak house a few blocks away? Definitely less fancy."

"Right," Castiel smiled slightly, "But the suit stays."

"As long as your's does too."