Dean and I park on the street outside of the bar without saying a word. I don't know if he's feeling as awkward as I am. From under a street light, we leave the car at the same time. I glance at him out of habit, but he notices and has a confused expresion on his face.
"Is there something wrong with me?"
You're perfect, don't worry. I think of saying that, but all that comes out is, "No."
"Okay, cool." He begins walking toward the doors of the bar and I just stand there; frozen in the same spot. Sadly, I have no choice but to go in with him- that was the plan originally. We are together.
As he leads the way inside, I follow him closely. He takes a seat at the closest table he can find, but I just stand there.
"...Well?" He slowly asks me.
"Nothing. Um, yeah..." I sit across from him as a waiter comes up to us swiftly.
"Hey how are you doing tonight? It's bar hour from 12 to 1. You get free beer. Want anything to eat?" He asks as if he is annoyed with his job.
Dean looks at me, motioning that he wants me to start ordering.
"Uhh..." I glance menu with very small choices. "I'll take hot wings and some Heineken. What about you, Dean?"
"Yeah, same thing." Dean mumbles.
"Two Heinekens and two sets of wings. Do you want to get a jumbo order?" The waiter asks.
I think about it, but we'll both end up eating the wings anyway, so we may as well.
The waiter goes off into the crowd and Dean looks at the people surrounding us. I know he'll find a girl to be with, because he's always been flirtatious. As weird as that is to see, I have to accept that.
"Cas, hey, I'll be back in a few, I'm gonna go talk to a few people, okay?" He hopefully asks me.
"I'm not calling the shots, go ahead." I scream over the loud music back at him.
He puts on a smile, then gets up. I don't watch which direction he goes in, because at that moment I know. I am in love with Dean Winchester, and tonight I will get him.