Hiya guys, I'm back! I was so thrilled to receive my first review from Imaginative-Wandering, thank you so much! Also, thank you to the other people who followed or favorited the story. I just love it when I know that people love what I write. This one is going to be from Dean's POV, while they're on dates. There should be flashbacks and exciting stuff like that too, so I hope you enjoy!
(I still don't own Supernatural.)
-First Date-
Dean's breath was clear in the air between them, his heart still sparking with adrenaline as he looked the man he was next to over. His piercing blue eyes seemed tired, yet somehow, ancient and wise at the same time. He had rolled his trench coat sleeves back down, since it was quite chilly out, mid-winter, but Dean could almost still see the tattoo on his wrist, a comforting feeling.
That was when Cas' face turned, and his eyes met Dean's, that Dean felt it. He could be the one, easily.
"Dean?" Cas' gruff voice rang out, his eyes turning inquisitive.
"Hmm?"
"Where are we actually going to eat?"
"Oh shoot." Dean muttered. Since they had left the bar, they had just been wandering around in the middle of the town, looking at all the christmas lights and trees and other christmas stuff people had hung up. "I figured maybe we could walk around for a little bit first, you know, see the sights, smile at the strangers, do the things…" He trailed off.
"Ok." Cas smiled and slipped his hand slowly, tentatively, into Dean's, squeezing it slightly. Dean couldn't help but notice how well Cas' slightly smaller hand seemed to fit into his perfectly, and how warm his hand was. "So where to first?"
"Have you done your christmas shopping yet?" Dean asked.
Castiel shrugged. "Haven't needed to before today. No one special." This made Dean's heart both flutter with a kind of middle school crush happiness and crumble a bit with compassion and sorrow for the man next to him. "How about you?" Cas whispered, wanting to change the topic.
It was well known that occasionally, those who were unmatched, or thought they were unmatched, would date or even marry others without their name on them. This was considered dishonorable in their society, and couples that were unmatched were often given even fewer rights than gay couples, or not even recognised as couples at all.
"Once." Dean paused for a moment, and then turned to Cas, contemplating how much he wanted to tell the man he would probably spend the rest of his life with.
Twenty year old Dean sat on the steps of his house, arms crossed angrily, glaring at his younger brother. "I don't care Sammy, I love her!"
"Dean, come on…" Sam, sixteen at that time, held his arms out pleadingly. "People are talking, and you know that never ends well."
"Screw what the people say! I don't care what they say, I love Cassie and she loves me!" Dean roared at him.
"Dean. She knows that you don't have her name on your arm." Sam tried to cut in. "Besides, you didn't let me finish. I was trying to tell you she wasn't a good idea because-"
"You just don't like her because she dropped out of high school and I met her at the bar!" Dean cried out. "Besides, the name on my arm never mattered to her! She said it was what was inside of me that counts!"
"Dean." Sam closed his eyes briefly. "She never shows you the name on her skin. You don't even know where it is. Why wouldn't she? You've been more open with her than anyone except maybe me."
"I don't know, man! Hell, Castiel never showed up and I'm pretty pissed with him, so I understand why she wouldn't want to talk about the one person she expected to show up at some point. All he had to do was show up, Sammy, that's all he had to do, and he couldn't even do that!" Hot tears started to trace their way down Dean's cheeks, and he wiped them away in his anger without even noticing.
Sam looked taken aback, and then just really angry, but not at Dean. "I know Dean, I know." He slowly put his arm around Dean's shoulders, and comforted his shaking brother. He never showed this much emotion before. "I'm sorry."
"Dean…" Cas looked at him, and realized that the man next to him clearly hadn't intended to tell him that part, he just kind of kept talking. "What happened to her?" He asked gently.
"The name on her back?" Dean's voice grew a bit colder. "Her 'best friend,' the bartender. They had been in a relationship for years, and she was just playing around with me. They had a few good laughs about me behind my back."
"Oh Dean…" Cas muttered. "I am so sorry…" He looked at Dean, so open and hurt behind him, and he squeezed his hand. And then, he began to speak. His deep gravelly voice soothed Dean, even as he recounted stories of his own pain and hurt, when he was six, and he didn't understand all of this.
"I called you the prettiest of all the girls." Cas smiled a little at that. "Guess I got one thing right.
Dean chuckled softly and kissed the top of his head.
Cas moved on to when he was twelve, and the class teased him nonstop. He was the kid with a teacher's name on his arm. That made him the kid to bully.
"But that was when I met Charlie." He rolled his eyes a bit at the memory. "She was crazy and funny and understood me. I think you'd like her."
"Mmh I'm sure I would." Dean looked down at him, and all traces of his past pain vanished by this point. "I'm glad you had someone. I at least always had Sammy."
Cas nodded, and continued, pouring out his heart to Dean, bringing him back to a time when Cas was an awkward sixteen year old, and thought he had found the one.
"He called it ugly," Cas whispered, speaking about his tattoo, "And that was the first night, I started to see it as something of an abomination, rather than a mildly annoying and embarrassing fact of life. I…" He took a deep breath. "I considered laser tattoo removal for the first time that night." He looked up nervously at Dean, who's eyes widened, horrified that anyone would drive this precious angel next to him to such thoughts.
"If I was there, I would have given him the old one two, ya know?" Dean tried to crack a grin, and Cas let out a small grin.
"Come on, you need some hot chocolate." He dragged Cas into a coffee shop, proceeded to sit him at a small cozy corner of the cafe, march to the front, and order something, looking very important while doing so.
A few moments later, he returned to Cas holding two topless cups of steaming hot chocolate, piled high with whipped cream. "You know, I never really thanked you for saving me at that bar earlier tonight. Properly, of course."
"What better way than a steaming hot chocolate?" Cas smiled that adorable smile again, and Dean's heart melted.
They sat there for a minute, sipping their hot chocolate, content in their silence, just feeling each other's presence.
Finally looking up, Dean cracked a grin at Cas, seeing him with a small whipped cream mustache.
"What is it Dean?" Cas looked slightly confused, just making Dean's grin wider.
"You have a little something…" Dean trailed off, and then suddenly, pushing himself closer to Cas across the table, slowly touched his lips with his finger, wiped the whipped cream away.
"Dean…" Cas whispered, staring into his eyes. Slowly then, he closed them, leaning in, as Dean did the same.
That was their first kiss.
As they parted, A warm blush spread out on both of their cheeks, and Dean let out a small cough.
"Well, that was pretty cliche." He said, and seeing Cas' face fall a little, finished his sentence. "Now usually, I'm one to hate on that kind of thing, but I've gotta say, I would do it again in a heartbeat.'
Cas' face seemed to light up, and he shyly slid a piece of paper across the table. He had scrawled his number hastily across it. "Call me?" He asked tentatively. "I have some ideas if you would like a second date."
Dean's smile alone would have been enough to convey that he would like that very, very much.
So what did you guys think? I know, I know it's short, I'm sorry. Originally, I had wanted it to be multiple dates, but then I figured it would be best to do the first one separately. However, I'm going to make the next chapter probably all dates of theirs. I have some ideas, but any others you guys could give me would be great! Also, constructive criticism is great! Thanks for reading!
