Sitting at an outside patio table of the diner he frequented Castiel Novak threw down his pencil in frustration. A client had come to the parlor earlier that day and was expecting a design tomorrow, and he had literally nothing to work with. Sighing he pushed his work aside and lit a cigarette, holding it to his lips and taking a long drag. God, whoever invented cigarettes deserved daily blowjobs forever.

He smiled when his server came over with his food. If sex could be incarnated as a person they would look like this man. Tall, broad shouldered, light brown hair and dark green eyes. His stare was always intense and Castiel always made sure he sat in his section whenever he came.

Setting the plate down with a coffee the man, Dean, said,

"So, you're in here a lot, aren't you?" Castiel nodded and he held out his hand saying,

"Castiel. Nice to officially meet you." The other man smiled and took his hand saying,

"Yeah. Dean. Uh, I don't usually do this, but uh…" Castiel smiled and Dean's courage seemed uplifted as he continued,

"I was wondering if you might, want to…uh, go out sometime. With me." Ripping a scrap of paper out of his sketch book Castiel wrote down a number and said,

"I'd like that. Call me sometime." Dean nodded and smiled saying,

"Awesome, great. I'll call you soon Cas. Enjoy your food!" He called the last part as he walked away. Castiel smiled at the use of a pet name for him. Cas. He liked it. Eating his food quickly he threw a twenty down on the table and walked out of the restaurant.

Walking down the street he noticed that it was a clear sunny day and that everything was great. Happily he lit a cigarette and started puffing on it as he rounded the corner to his and his friends tattoo parlor.

The Angels and Demons Tattoo Parlor had been established over three years ago, when both Castiel and Chuck Shurley, his best friend and business partner, had dropped out of college. They had decided that college wasn't for them, something that Chuck's father was still getting over and something Castiel's father had practically disowned him for.

Castiel didn't care much anyway. He had always been distant from his father, mainly having to do with his mother's death. Sighing he shook off his overcoat and hung it up nodding to Chuck who was working on a woman with dark hair.

Taking the last drag from his cigarette he put it out and set his things on his desk. Pulling out his sketch book he opened it to where his client's commission was waiting to be drawn. Setting his phone next to it on the desk he sat and ran his fingers through his already ruffled hair, trying to not stare at his phone.

Waiting sucked.


Finally, after two days (two very long days mind you) the call came. Dean's end was slightly static-y as he said,

"So, there's this bar on the corner of 9th and Walsh. It's a pretty good place. Called the Roadhouse. I can pick you up at 7. Is that a good time?" Cas smiled and took a drag from his cigarette and said,

"Yeah, sounds great. And 7 is perfect. I'll see you then." They hung up and Cas looked at the clock. It was quarter to 5. Sticking his head in the office he told Chuck,

"I'm going home. Got a hot date tonight." His best friend rolled his eyes and shook his head as he said,

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, use protection, and dear God, don't keep me up tonight if you fuck him." Slapping a hand to his chest Castiel said in a fake voice,

"Who, me? I would never!" Chuck raised an eyebrow and ticked off his fingers,

"Crowley, Uriel, Dick? Oh, and Meg from that weird straight phase you went through." Cas flipped him the bird as he pulled his coat on saying,

"First of all, sleeping with Meg was an experiment. It failed. Secondly, this one is different. I can feel it." Chuck laughed and called to him,

"You're opening tomorrow! Don't stay out too late! I will throw water on you!" Castiel smiled and walked down the street, remember the one time he had been so hung-over from a date that he didn't get up until Chuck threw ice cold water on him and his partner. Cas wasn't surprised when he didn't call again.

He had a lit cigarette between his lips as he picked out clothes for the date. Dark jeans that were probably the nicest he owned and a light blue button up shirt. Chuck's girlfriend, Becky, said that it 'brought out his two oceans'. She was…weird…..to say the least.

Standing in his bathroom he ran his fingers through his hair a few times, giving it his signature 'just rolled out of bed having sex with a hot man' look. It worked and people liked it, so he kept doing it.

He sat in his living room smoking the last drags out of his cigarette and tapping his foot nervously. He hadn't been on a date in at least five months; he was allowed to be nervous goddammit!

Promptly at seven o'clock he heard the rumbling of a car engine in the driveway and he walked into the front hall, grabbing his jacket on the way out.

Dean was leaning against the side of a black American muscle car. It was beautiful, and even though Cas didn't know much about cars he knew that this one was old and in just about perfect condition.

The man standing in front of it smiled and said,

"Hey there Cas. Ready to go?" Castiel nodded and observed Dean as he slide into the car. He was wearing blue jeans with a black shirt over it and a leather jacket over that. A small pendant hung from a black rope necklace and rested against his chest. He looked ridiculously attractive, and Castiel thought it was almost unfair.

They drove in a comfortable silence for about twenty minutes before they pulled up to the bar. Walking inside Dean waved to the bartender, a slim blonde girl, and said,

"Hey Jo. The usual for me and Cas?" Castiel looked at the selection of alcohol for a moment and finally said,

"I'll have a whiskey. Neat." She nodded and Dean chuckled lightly before saying,

"We must be twins or something. That's my drink." Castiel laughed and when Jo came over with their drinks sipped his slowly. After Dean finished his he said,

"So, Cas, how old are you? I'm 22." Cas smiled and said,

"26. I went to college for about a year and a half before I realized that I couldn't take it anymore. Me and my friend Chuck opened a tattoo parlor downtown. Angels and Demons?" Dean snapped his fingers and said,

"Yeah, I know where that is! Its right down the road from the diner, isn't it? I pass it every day to go to work, but I've never thought about stopping in before." Castiel smiled and took a sip of his drink saying,

"Well, what about you? You go to college?" Dean nodded and said,

"Mechanics at NYU. I work at a garage on the side for some extra cash." Quirking an eyebrow Cas said questioningly,

"What about the diner? Surely you get money from that job…." Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked uncomfortable as he said,

"Well all the money I make at the diner I put into a bank account for my brother's college tuition. He's only a sophomore in high school, but he already knows where he's going. Stanford, pre-law. And that place isn't cheap, even with a scholarship." Castiel smiled and said softly,

"It's a very thoughtful and admirable thing you're doing for your brother. He's lucky to have a brother like you." A hint of bitterness seeped into his tone and Dean winced saying sympathetically,

"Family issues? Trust me, I get it. My dad barely talks to me because I left to come to college. I was supposed to stay and 'take over the family business'. Sorry, but seriously, who aspires to be a plumber when they grow up? Not me, that's who, so I left. And Sam is going too. He's disappointed in us." Castiel shrugged and fiddled his thumbs as he said,

"My father doesn't talk to me at all. Small town priest's son going to college is no big deal. Small town priest's son deciding he didn't like college, so he drops out and then reveals he is gay and starting a tattoo parlor with his best friend? Not good at all. He and my brothers don't talk to me anymore. Not that I really care. The only one who still contacts me is my sister Anna and my cousins, Lucifer and Balthazar." Dean made a face at the names before he reached out and took Cas' hand lightly saying,

"I'm sorry Cas. That really blows, cause you're great. And college isn't for everyone." Castiel smiled gratefully and squeezed Dean's hand lightly before a new topic was started. Lighting up a cigarette Cas caught Dean's eye and said,

"You don't mind, do you?" Dean shook his head saying,

"Nah. Sometimes I'll have a smoke or two. S'not that big a deal to me." Cas nodded and said,

"Thanks. Some people don't even look at someone who smokes. Which is dumb." Dean laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that made Cas feel warm inside.

One hour became two, which melted into a third. They both stopped drinking before they were more than tipsy; Dean had to drive, and Castiel didn't like not being in control of himself.

As they pulled into Cas' driveway he almost sighed. It was such a pleasant date, and he didn't really want it to end. He and Dean walked to the porch, where the light had been left on and stood for a moment just looking at each other. Dean looked down first, scuffing his foot against the worn wood and saying quietly,

"So I had a lot of fun. I was wondering if you wanted to, uh, do it again sometime…" He glanced up at Cas, who found the whole thing rather adorable, and grinned as he said,

"Yes Dean. I would like that very much." His eyes flickered down to Dean's lips, and his tongue came out to wet his own. Dean's breathing quickened, and he backed up as Cas moved toward him, boxing him in with the wall and his hands.

Tentatively he moved forward, lips just brushing Dean's softly. The younger seemed to stop breathing for a moment until his hands came up and fisted in Cas' already messy hair and he turned them quickly so that the smaller man was pressed against the wall.

Castiel moaned when Dean's tongue came out to massage and play with his. He liked this side of Dean. He hadn't seen it when they were talking, but goddamn he liked it. He liked it even more when Dean grunted lightly and hiked his legs up onto his hips, wrapping them around his waist and supporting his back on the wall behind him.

Dean groaned and pressed his hips up and in, rubbing his hardening crotch along Castiel's and smirking at the soft moan he got in response. He pulled away from Cas' lips and rested their foreheads together, their lips just inches apart, their heavy breathing mingling.

Dean's green eyes were playful as he let Castiel down so that he was standing on his own two feet again. Almost as soon as he was down he was once again pressed into the wall, a hand lightly pressed on his erection and soft lips on his own.

Cas' answering moan was deep and throaty, and almost enough to make Dean throw in the towel and fuck him against the wall. He didn't though, pulling away and smirking as he readjusted himself inside his jeans.

Castiel's eyes were wider and seemed bluer than usual, giving off the illusion of innocence, but if Dean knew anything about kissing (he did) then he knew that Cas was anything but innocent.

Hands tugged on the lapels of his jacket and Castiel mumbled against his mouth,

"Come inside?" He was hopeful, and Dean hated to crush that, but he didn't fuck on the first date of what seemed to be a potential relationship. He shook his head and kissed Cas once more before saying,

"Nope. I'll call you soon though. Promise." He ran his nose along Cas' in a display of soft affection and started down the porch, waving lightly as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

Castiel looked at the man leaving his property with a blank look. He had just left Cas hanging, and for some reason the older man wasn't angry. More intrigued. More wanting. He wanted Dean now. He would be waiting for the next call, if not itching to keep himself from calling Dean himself.

Shaking his head he walked inside gagged quietly when he saw Chuck lying on the couch making out with his girlfriend, Becky. They were on and off, and whenever they had loud make-up sex Cas had to plug in his stereo to drown it out.

Walking upstairs he stripped his street clothes off and pulled on a pair of slightly dirty, but mostly clean, shorts for bed. Setting his alarm on his phone he switched off his light and stared through the darkness up at the ceiling. As he just started drifting off his phone vibrated and he grumbled, opening it and then smiling brightly. It was a message from Dean,

had a great time tonight.

He smiled again and shut his eyes, falling asleep quickly.