Birds.

Noisy, noisy birds.

Too noisy.

Slowly but surely, a pair of green eyes showed up from the closed eyelids. "Shut up..." Dean groaned to the birds, placing a hand on his eyes. He was not in a good mood and his body was aching : Yesterday he had gotten in a fight with some teenagers because they called his brother a "fag with girly hair".

His brother isn't even considered a homosexual ; hell he's been with many girls in his life. It sincerely made Dean so pissed off that he couldn't control his temper and threw himself at the teenagers, engaging a fight with them. Of course, he won but it doesn't mean that he didn't get uninjured by the fight. A few bruises and cuts, nothing too big for him, but his body still hurt like shit.

He sighed and closed his eyes again, feeling like the sun was way too bright.

'I wonder what time it is...' He suddenly remember about his date with Castiel and sat upright extremely quickly, looking at his clock.

1:30 PM

" Fuck- !" He hissed "I'm gonna be late- Shit shit fuck- " He sprinted off in the bathroom, tap water flowing into the sink and quickly washed his teeth while trying to comb his hair. 'I can't let him be disappointed- Shit why did I fall asleep so late- ' He groaned in despair, spitting out the rest of the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink.

Dean ran to his bedroom, looking in his 'clean clothes' wardrobe (if he didn't have one for emergencies, he's sure he wouldn't know what to do) and quickly put the clothes on. It was a simple white t-shirt with a maroon jacket, black jeans and running shoes, nothing too fancy.

He was finally ready for this sort-of date with Castiel, the man he met yesterday because of a stupid bet.

Castiel sighed. He's been there for what seemed to be an hour (since he arrived in advance) and Dean wasn't there yet. He looked at his watch.

2:13 PM.

Maybe he changed his mind ?

Maybe, maybe it was all a joke and their conversation meant nothing. Castiel shrugged it away mentally, trying to not think too much about it. It would only be normal for Dean to not be really attracted to him. 'Or maybe it's just traffic' He thought, trying to convince himself.

Because traffic happens at 2 PM on a Sunday.

Yeah, right.

He sighed and started to play with the cutlery on the table in an absent minded way. The knife looked a lot shinier than the rest of the set while the fork looked a bit dirty. He remembered this restaurant wasn't known for it's highest quality in both cleaning and food. At least by Castiel's standarts.

Considering he came from a pretty wealthy family, Castiel wasn't the type to really go and eat in the more fast food kind of restaurants : his mother, Naomi, didn't like to stay in places that she didn't find "good enough for my family". He rolled his eyes at the thought. His mother sometimes acted really snobbish for no real reason and it really bothered him. Personally, he liked any kind of food, restaurant and even people, unlike his mother.

"Would you like something to drink while waiting for your friend ?"

Castiel looked up : a blond woman was staring at him while smiling, a light blush on her cheeks. Apparently, her name was Jessica.

He nodded, slightly smiling back, "Ah, I'd like a blue slushie. Do you have that ?", for a second he shivered a bit, mentally remembering that time when he was working at a gas station : he accidentaly spilled all the slushie all over the place and got yelled at by his boss later that day. Castiel never really worked at a "cheap" (as his mother says) place like that ever after.

The waitress looked a bit surprised for a second, probably not expecting a man like Castiel to order a drink like that. "Huh, yeah, we do ! " She smiled, writing the order on her small notepad. "Will that be all for now ?"

Castiel nodded. "The rest will come after my... " he stopped then continued a second later "...friend... arrives. "

"Alright, I'll be back with your order in a few. " She waved and left, humming to herself.

Dean was late.

26 minutes and 40 seconds late, to be exact.

And he was freaking out : his first date with Castiel, with a man, was going to get ruined because of how he couldn't wake up in the morning.

"Stupid..." he whispered to himself, driving to the restaurant. Dean was for once really worried about arriving late. Usually, he wouldn't care that much, being more of a carefree type of person.

This time it was different, bet or no bet.

It was with Castiel, the older, handsome and kind man he met on a gay dating website and he really didn't want to ruin it.

"Why are you so fricking slow..." He groaned, cursing the driver in front of him. It was now 2:27 PM and he thought he was closer to the restaurant than ever. Hell, he could even see the shop's neon sign. The young man sighed in relief, happy that he was finally close to destination.

Eventually, he arrived in the parking and decided to put his car close to another chevrolet. This one was much younger than his baby and he frowned, thinking about how bad it would be compared to his Impala.

Closing his motor, Dean sighed, "New cars are way too fragile nowadays." He grumbled, opening his door and getting out of his car.

Apparently remembering how late he was, he rushed inside of the bulding and smiled and the first person he saw : a cute young lady at the reception.

"Would you like a table ?" She asked smiling, obviously interested in Dean. The latter smiled back, haking his head.

"No, I'm here for a friend. " His eyes swept across the whole room till he found what he was looking for : Castiel.

When the young man saw Castiel, he sure as hell was impressed with what he saw : The man was much more impressive in real life than on a crappy low quality picture.

Castiel was wearing a trench coat on top of a blue-ish suit, looking all business like. Dean suddenly felt very self conscious of his own clothes and blushed lightly, feeling embarrassed : this man was wearing a suit and he wore a fricking jacket with cheap ass shoes.

"Sir ?" The lady said, uncertain. Dean was fixing a person in the restaurant and she wasn't really sure what to say. "Uhm, is that man your friend.. ?" She asked, unsure.

The question made Dean come back to Earth and he nodded slowly, "Huh, yeah, yeah I'm pretty sure it's him" He paused. "I guess I'll be going now" He smiled at her and waved slightly, practically running to where Castiel was.

"Ugh, sorry- I'm so sorry- .. " He said, now close to the table where he spotted Castiel sitting.

"Ugh, sorry- I'm so sorry- .. "

Huh.

'Who.. ?' The older man looked up and saw a beautiful boy with deep green eyes looking down at him, slightly flustered.

"...Dean ?" He said warily.

Dean nodded, smiling lightly. "...Yeah. Cas ?" When the other nodded back, his smiler grew wider.

Castiel pretty much inspected at him all over with a very good poker face, not showing anything he was currently feeling to Dean. The younger one was wearing seemingly cheap clothes but they fitted his form pretty well and Cas loved it. Hell right now, he loved pretty much everything about Dean.

Dean - in Castiel's mind - was really beautiful ; his manly jawline, his gorgeous green eyes, his small scruff, hell by now even his eyebrows were beautiful for Cas. He had an Adonis in front of him and couldn't believe it. Sure, the picture he posted was good, but the real thing was so much better.

"Uh, Cas ? Can I ask you something ?" Dean said while moving a chair, sitting besides Castiel. The latter nodded, swallowing nervously.

"Yes." He said with slight nervousness in his voice, barely audible. He pushed his glasses closer to his nose and looked at Dean right in his eyes.

Dean got out his phone from his pocket, opening it, "Uh, could we take a picture.. ?" the younger one smiled, making Cas' feel even more flustered (yet still had an amazing poker face). "I just want to save a picture this moment and stuff."

"...Yes ?"

Dean grinned, his eyes closing into the smile : Castiel thought that it was such a beautiful smile, the prettiest one he's ever seen. "Alright, c'm'ere" Dean moved closer to the older man, taking a picture with his phone.

'I hope this is enough proof for Sam' Dean smiled to himself, proud that he won this bet against his brother. It felt like such a good feeling. 'Hello 50 $' he chuckled to himself.

"Is there something wrong?" Castiel asked.

God, his voice was hot. It was deep, monotone yet was really sexy for Dean. He's always liked lower voices but this was the best one he's ever heard in his life.

"No, don't mind me" He laughed, looking away for a second. "I was just thinking about something stupid..."

"I see."

Dean looked back into Castiel's eyes, smiling "...Yeah. So, did you order anything ?" He asked quickly, trying to make a conversation.

"No. I was waiting for you to arrive before consuming anything. Considering I'm not used to places like this, I wanted you to direct me for my choice. " He visibly shrugged, not seeming very into the conversation.

"Ah, I see. Well, the cheeseburgers are really good here..." he grinned, " If you're a regular, they even had bacon in it sometimes, you know ?" Dean looked quite excited at the thought of bacon cheeseburgers, something Castiel didn't seem to mind, nor care.

'Right, he really doesn't seem to care.' The younger one thought sadly, not understand why Castiel seemed so uninterested in him. Maybe he was mad at him because he was 30 minutes late ?

"I see. "

Dean looked at his fork then looked back at Cas, muttering. "Hey..." He started, making Cas look at him, "...are you mad at me ?"

For the first time in the whole time Dean and Castiel talked face to face, the later actually looked really surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Well...You don't really look like you uh..." he looked away, sighing, "...nevermind. It doesn't matter. "

"It does matters, " Cas said seriously, looking at Dean right in the eyes, "Anything you do matters. "

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I was just wondering why you seemed so...cold." He winced, blinking lazily while looking at his cup, "You seemed a lot more happy yesterday and I was just wondered what was wrong..."

"Ah. I see. "

'That's all he's gonna say ?' Dean thought, expecting something bigger as an answer. "...Are you ?"

"No, I'm not." Cas said shortly before continuing, "The way I am speaking is how I talk. I am not mad. " He finished, starting to sip on his blue slushie he ordered earlier.

How he talked? So he wasn't angry ?

Weird.

"Ah, I see. You have an interesting way of talking. " The younger one smiled.

Suddenly, a female voice interrupted their conversation, "Sooo...Are you ready to order ? " She smiled. It was Jessica.

"Ah, yeah- It'd be 2 cheeseburgers for me and..." He looked at Castiel, who was still sipping on his slushie.

"Another one of those." He said, straw in his mouth.

The waitress simply nodded, taking their order. "Is that all ?" Dean nodded at his turn, smiling.

"Yep."

"May I ask...what are the bruises on your body ?" Castiel said, having noticed the marks on Dean's skin for some time now. He wondered where they came from.

Maybe Dean liked boxing ?

"From a fight. " Came the short answer of the other, who was finishing his second burger.

'A fight? With who?' Castiel was getting really curious about the subject but decided to drop it. Dean didn't look like he wanted to talk about it and he respected that. "I see. " He took another bite of his burger, apparently not enjoying the taste as much as his companion.

"Hm. "

For the next minutes, it was silence till Dean sighed in delight.

"Man, this was good." He grinned, looking at Castiel, waiting for an approval.

"If you say so.. ? " Came the uncertain reply. Truthfully, Cas wasn't enjoying the meal as well as he thought he would. It was very juicy and he really didn't appreciate it, not to mention the fact the got some of the juice on his tench coat.

Dean frowned, "You don't like it... ?" After seeing Castiel shake his head, he laughed. "That's alright man, " he paused, "… you want me to finish that?" He said, pointing at the unfinished burger.

Castiel looked at him in a way he couldn't understand before getting his answer : the other simply gave his uneaten half to Dean and smiled lightly.

Dean couldn't be happier right now.

'Dean is an amazing man' Castiel thought, walking to his car with Dean. They just ended their dinner/date some minutes ago and were going back to their cars. 'He's way better than my past lovers' He made a weird face at the thought of any of them. He really didn't like them anymore.

"Thanks Cas. I really liked this date." He blushed lightly, smiling. "I mean," The younger one swallowed, looking away. " ..I might have pretty much did it only for a bet in the beginning, but I really enjoyed it" He grinned, laughing lightly.

A bet.

"Ah. I see." A bet.

Just a bet.

It was just for a bet.

Castiel never thought he could actually feel this offended in his whole life ; he was always a calm person but this time, he didn't find it funny.

Not at all.

Not funny.

After a small silence, Dean finally decided to end it. "So..." he looked awkward, not knowing what to do with Castiel now. He wasn't used to be in this kind of situation with a male.

Castiel stared at him, slightly angry, "What. " He said a bit too rough, unusual to himself.

Dean looked at him a bit surprised then shrugged, "Well, I was just thinking that...we could maybe see each other more ?" He looked weird, almost uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it felt unusual for him to ask out a guy.

"I...Don't know. " Castiel replied shortly while looking away

In roughly 10 seconds, Dean's face fell completely.

"...Huh ?" He did not expect that answer.

At all.

"I said, I don't know" Cas repeated more firmly.

"...care to tell me why ?" Dean was horribly confused : what the hell was going on with Cas ? Not even an hour he was happy with him and now he's all...weird.

Castiel shrugged, still looking away. "...Doesn't matter. I need to go. " He said shortly, moving away from Dean. The latter seemingly did not approve of that movement and grabbed the other's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"What the hell do you mean, 'Doesn't matter' ? It sure does matter, esp- ", a dark blush rised to his cheeks, "….especially after this dinner we had.." he muttered, looking down.

Castiel stared at him.

"Well, It was just a bet, right ?"