Dress for the job you want
Chapter 2: Date night
By Animeguera


Today's lie of the day: He's not tired. He possibly offered to take his date out for coffee instead of a catching a drink tonight so he could stay awake during their date. It's a tad awkward to date someone after you've already slept with them but she seemed interested in continuing whatever they were doing into the next week. Dean suppresses a yawn and cover his mouth with his hand. He drops an extra dollar into the tip jar as he picks up their coffees and sashays his way over to the too small table in the corner.

He smiles as the beautiful brunette blushes up at him. "Thanks." She mutters, taking the hot coffee and taking off the lid. Steam escapes the cup as the pink lips blow into the steam. Dean holds his breath, remembering those round lips around his own anatomy. He moves to sit down quickly, adjusting himself. Anything Lisa did reminded him of sex, it was exciting and exhausting. He bit down on another yawn as he took a sip of his own coffee, letting the burn wake him up more.

He had met Lisa at a bar a weekend ago and they had seen each other non stop since. That first weekend was filled with late night coupling and early morning groping. Lisa was a yoga instructor and she showed Dean just how far she could bend her body. Downward dog was his favorite position so far. He grinned at her, just as she took a drink of her own now tepid drink. He realized he had nothing to say to her. Lisa mentioned she was off on Wednesday night.

Dean took his cue. "How about a movie? They're playing a bunch of black and white films down on Fourth. Charlie Chaplin, Nosferatu..."

"Nosferatu? I've never heard of it."

Here, Dean could shine. "It's the original vampire film, way before Dracula. Its black and white and awesome."

She shrugged, "I'm more into Charlie Chaplin." Dean smiled, forgetting his earlier tiredness. "Let's go Wednesday night. It's been a while since I've had movie popcorn." Dean agrees, finishing his coffee.

Dean is prepared. He's dressed in his best pair of jeans and an actual button down shirt, buttons undone. He attempted to clean the grease from his hands and it just made them dry and cracked. He picked up his phone quickly as soon as it rang. Lisa's name on the screen told him all he needed to know. He answered anyways. With a few words Lisa made some very scandalous promises for the weekend as she explained that her kid had a fever.

"Take care of the kid, I hope he feels better soon." Lisa apologizes and hangs up, leaving Dean with two tickets. Even if he still wanted to watch the movie, he's never enjoyed sitting in a theater by himself. He walks outside into the cooler air, letting the candescent lights wash over him as he thinks about texting his brother. A grumbling voice makes him look up.

"That's not polite." Castiel's voice tore through the noise of grumbling teenagers he was surrounded with. "Apologize." The command in his voice makes Dean swallow tightly. He watches as the brunette in his still too long trench coat, surrounded by five sullen teenagers, takes control of their small group towards the ticket line. He utterly forgot how handsome the professor looked, even clean shaven.

"Hey, Cas." Dean utters softly. His voice doesn't carry over the growing crowd. Dean pushes past the small teenager who looks much too young. "Cas!" Dean states loudly, grabbing the man's attention. Castiel turns, his eyes tight and boring into Dean's head.

"Yes?" Dean's heart falls, how could he be so caustic at him. "Dean?" Dean nods, happy that the professor remembers his name. Since he was able to make him laugh, he should be memorable at the very least. Castiel smiles at him and Dean gets lost in those blue eyes once more. He concludes Castiel has very dark powers, considering he is now sitting in a dark theater, surrounded by ungrateful complaining teenagers. He barely recalls agreeing to this. He was just being a nice guy and greeting his brother's professor after being stood up for a very legitimate reason. His plan has gone incredibly sideways.

Castiel mutters a few words and Dean stares at him. He's still waiting for the explanation of why Castiel is in charge of the LGBQT teens for a school night showing a horror film that he knows none of the children have ever heard of. The movie is just as he remembers and Dean gets lost in the films so he forget where he is. He barely recalls he was supposed to be watching Charlie Chaplin with Lisa.

He doesn't remember having a club like that when he was in school. Even if there was, he doubts he would've joined. His small family never stayed in one town for much longer than a few months. He doubts it would have mattered, but he has a glimmer of hope that it might've helped with his darkness.

As they exit, the teenagers are talking excitedly about the film and he joins them. He forgets the preposterous lie he told Castiel the night they met and wishes he had chosen a more believable lie. Like the one he told Lisa, that he owned the auto shop he worked at. Everyone can root for an entrepreneur. "I would like to ask you to speak at our next meeting about the cultural significance of the film, if you could." Castiel asks, not two inches away from Dean's face, staring him down.

Dean stutters a "Whaat?" Castiel looks confused at Dean for a second before explaining. "The club sponsor is inviting to share some of your horror film theory as a point of discussion next week." Movie teacher! Dean remembers the stupid profession in that instant. Nodding his head in remembrance. "I'll ask Sam for your number and text you the details." Castiel wrangles the five teenages easily and orders his next words. "Please thank Mr. Winchester."

The teenager mutter a few thanks as they walk towards the back of the theater where he presumes their vehicles are parked. Dean stands alone in the bright lights of the theater as movie goers exit the building, wondering why tells lies.


12/29/17

-Guera-