Howdy guys. I just wanted to reiterate that this story starts out happy. No way would someone date someone abusive just cause. So if you're confused as to why it's lighthearted and funny, it's because we haven't gotten to the meat of the story yet. Like I said about the frog in chapter one.

I'd like to give a special thank you for the two reviewers for chapter one. Thank you for taking the time to review. It really does make me happy. So thank you Diana Campos (Even though I have no clue what you said.) and Silenthowler.

Chapter two:

What are you wearing? ;)

Castiel stared at his phone screen. He knew that the ending punctuation marks were supposed to resemble a face that was winking. He asked Gabriel about it before and he laughed loudly and informed him of his ignorance. So now each time he had the pleasure of being sent that particular face, it didn't make him feel like he was being hit on. It just brought back memories of his incompetence.

Even so, Dean texting him made him very happy. He didn't know why Dean bothered to ask him what he was wearing being how only moments earlier Castiel had informed him he was working.

Black pants, a white polo, and a tan apron and hat.

Castiel seemed content with his response.

You were supposed to say something sexy.

Castiel raised a eyebrow. He never thought of anyone thinking he was sexy or anything that came out of his mouth to be sexy.

So I was supposed to lie?

He responded and began grinding more coffee. Usually he didn't text at work so much but then again, usually he didn't have anyone to talk to... Well besides Gabriel, who had an obsession with texting him pickles in provocative situations. Gabriel's imagination was endless, by the way.

Just for the fun of it, yes. For example: I'm wearing nothing... ;)

Castiel's expression just grew more confused.

I thought you disclosed earlier that you were at the garage today. Why would you want to be naked while fixing cars?

Castiel slipped his phone into his apron pocket as customers came into the shop. Gabriel was in the back washing dishes and singing rather loudly but Castiel learned to ignore it so wasn't bothered even though the customers giggled at the off-tune song.

"Can I have some espresso?" The female asked politely. Castiel gave a curt nod and walked over to the espresso machine and pressed the button down and espresso was immediately produced from the stem. He placed a lid on it and put it on the counter. As he was ringing in the order she looked at the cup, unimpressed.

"Why is there barely anything in here?" She asked and he looked up from his screen.

"You asked for a shot of espresso." He said simply and she scoffed.

"No. I didn't ask for a shot. I asked for espresso. She snapped and he slowly let his hand fall down from the screen and gave her a very lost look.

"You want... a full cup... of espresso." He tried to piece together and she nodded her head and shoved the cup in his direction.

"This is barely anything! Why would I want this?" She asked and he stared down at the small cup.

"So you want... twelve ounces... of espresso." He said incredibly slowly and she grew more frustrated.

"Yes!" She huffed and he slowly grabbed the cup. He knew she had no idea what she was ordering.

"So I'm going to walk over to this machine..." He continued, taking the small cup with him and placing it down under the spout. "And I'm going to hit this button eleven more times. Is this correct?"

"Are you retarded?" She spat. "That's what I said I wanted!"

"Ma'am do you even know what you're ordering?" Castiel asked, for once looking exasperated. Before she could snap back, Gabriel walked from the back and saw the debacle and walked over.

"Sooo. Whats going on?" He asked and Castiel looked over at him.

"This woman ordered espresso. I provided her with it and she insisted it wasn't enough. She wants the cup full." He said calmly and Gabriel looked at the woman with a grin.

"You're going to drink twelve ounces of espresso? You realize that's enough caffeine for like twelve cups of coffee, right?" He informed her and she huffed.

"Clearly neither of you can do your job!" After her outburst, Castiel gave her the drink and hesitantly rung in the price. She was not thrilled.

"Eleven dollars?! That much for espresso!? That is ridiculous! I'm never coming here again!" She assured and stormed out. Even the other customers stared at her in amazement. Gabriel started laughing loudly.

"Oh my GOD she's going to shit her pants!" He cried and doubled over.

After the small rush of people and Gabriel mocking the woman several times, Castiel pulled out his phone and smiled seeing the notification symbol.

Of course. That's the best way to fix cars. Slick yourself up in some transmission fluid, and oil.

Too far?

I was kidding. I'm in coveralls...

Cass?

Castiel was slightly shocked to have received four texts from Dean and didn't know how to respond. Gabriel leaned on his shoulder and read from there and laughed in his ear.

"He's hysterical. I like him." He admitted and strolled off into the back to relax and probably tweet about the annoying customer from earlier. That's what he did every time there was an annoying customer. He would mock them on social media.

Sorry. There was a rush of people that needed our assistance. But I'm sure you would look passable either way.

Castiel didn't know what possessed him to say that but if Dean could joke around, so could he, right? He just wasn't sure if he was doing it correctly.

PASSABLE?! You better expand your vocabulary. I deserve WAY more than passable. Sexy, hot, gorgeous, stunning, amazing. All those are fine substitutes. And you're lucky. I even gave you a word bank to choose from.

Looking at the message made Castiel smile softly. Dean was funny, he decided. He liked Dean.

I apologize severely for hurting your delicate sensibilities.

The ice machine kicked on and startled Castiel into actually paying attention to do work. And so he did. He cleaned out the milk cooler and was in the process of refilling the three coffee grinders when he heard the door opening. When he turned he saw Dean standing there, grease spots flecked on his face and dirt smudges all over his clothes. His face was sweaty and his hair was all over god's creation. For some reason, that was the first time Castiel noticed how truly good Dean looked. He almost felt offended that a human being could pull off being dirty.

"Dean." Castiel announced and turned so his whole body was facing the sweaty (and oddly smelling) man. "What are you doing here?"

"I just got out of work and I got your text and I felt that I should tell you that you did hurt my delicate sensibilities." He said, surprisingly straight faced. Castiel's features softened and Dean knew he had him. "And I believe you need to come with me to dinner tonight to make up for the trauma."

"You... you are kidding." Castiel deadpanned and Dean broke his posture and a grin spread out on his face.

"Yeah. I'm fucking with you... about the delicate sensibilities, bullshit. I actually do want to go to dinner with you tonight." Castiel gave Dean a look-over.

"Like that?" Dean gave him a look and went to deny it but decided that Castiel was just playing stupid at this point.

"Yes. Just. Like. This. I figured you can go in your apron and I could go smelling like Christine's bitch. It would be fun. Real romantic." He said sarcastically. Castiel didn't know what to respond to first.

"Christine?" He finally spit out and Dean furrowed his brow and looked down, crestfallen that his pun went over Castiel's head. He then looked back up.

"The movie about the killer... never mind. Anyway, I'm going to go home and take a shower and get dressed in different clothes. I hope you do the same and then I will pick you up at eight." He decided and the only thing Castiel could fathom to say was,

"I liked the Green Mile." Dean gave up at that point and walked over to the counter and leaned against it. Castiel took a sharp inhale in. Not because Dean was so close but he now had to clean the counter top and probably the other side too.

"Do you want to go or not?" Dean asked softly and Castiel's eyes looked up to be met with Dean's. His facial structure seemed sincere enough. Castiel had a few minutes of looking confused before answering Dean's question.

"I would like to wear my tan coat, if you don't mind." Dean laughed and squinted his eyes at the same time.

"That is the weirdest yes I've ever gotten." After a couple minutes of just looking at each other, Dean stood up properly. "You will look good in whatever you want to wear. I will pick you up at eight."

"I will be there... waiting for you... at eight then. I guess." Castiel agreed and Dean chuckled.

"In your coat reading Green Mile, right?" Castiel nodded. He supposed he was going to have to look through his bookcase when he got home. Dean seemed to have his demands laid out for him and he didn't want to disappoint. Especially on a first date. His first date. Ever.

"You can count on it." Castiel said with a strange sense of determination. Dean waved and left. It didn't take long for Gabriel to say something from the doorway to the back.

"Dude what the hell is wrong with you?" He asked and Castiel turned to give him a look of confusion. "What kind of shitty flirting was that? You couldn't even coerce your left hand to get in bed with you with that. You have GOT to learn people skills instead of being this weirdly awkward tall scrawny kid spewing nonsense." Castiel held Gabriel's gaze for quite some time, squinting.

"My left hand is attached to my body. How would it not be in bed at the same time as me?" Gabriel just walked in the back looking baffled. He could not handle Castiel. He simply just could not.

#$#)(

Castiel was home after his long twelve hour shift at the cafe. He didn't mind working so long. He was rarely tired. And when he wasn't working, he was at home by himself. He didn't have many friends. He had Gabriel. Occasionally one of his siblings would give him a call. Sometimes he would avoid the calls though. Castiel wasn't a people-person.

The only thing that could occupy his time without allowing any amount of loneliness into his mind was when he was reading books. Which he stopped by his favorite bookstore on the way home to pick up some new reading material.

After placing his books very precisely on his end table next to his reading chair, he walked into his tiny bathroom and started the shower. His bathroom could probably only fit three people if they somehow merged a couple limbs together. His shower was just a stall. He had excellent leg strength because the shower head was down so low in the shower, he had to crouch down to wash his hair, otherwise it was just spraying water on his chest.

He didn't mind his tiny bathroom. It was always cleaned. Castiel's apartment was always in immaculate condition. He had a slight case of OCD. The OCD where If someone were to switch the position of the salt and pepper on his tiny kitchen table, he would notice.

After showering (and getting his leg work in for the day) Castiel walked over to the mirror and noticed the stubble that was growing. He hadn't shaved in a few days, nothing but pure laziness. However, once he glanced at the clock and the bright red numbers read 7:48, he didn't care so much. He wanted to get dressed.

This was a moment that Castiel felt happy that he didn't have a wide variety of clothes. He wouldn't know what to wear on a date otherwise.

He pulled out dark brown pants and a white button up shirt and a black tie. He gave himself an awkward mirror-smile and it vanished as quickly as it came. The voice in Castiel's mind couldn't help but point out how creepy he looked when he smiled. Suddenly he was extremely self conscious. It was now 7:58 and he told Dean he would go downstairs and meet him outside the apartment complex rather than have Dean waste his time with going up all of the stairs.

He stood outside, book tucked under his arm and watched cars drive by. The night was dark, and cold. He found himself glad to wear his favorite tan coat.

A black car pulled up to the curb and Dean hopped out of the driver's side, car still running. He jogged over to the other side and opened the passenger door for Castiel who stared at him in amazement. He slowly got into the car like he'd never seen one before and Dean laughed and closed it and got in on the other side.

"Damn, Cass. You weren't kidding about a tan coat. That outfit... It's so... you." Dean said and Castiel noticed the dark jeans and the dark blue button up shirt he was wearing rolled up to his elbows.

"I apologize for not bringing Green Mile like you intended me to. I did bring a formidable substitute." Castiel pulled out Christine from under his arm. Dean looked at him for a while and then started to laugh quite loudly mumbling "oh Cass" inbetween laughter.

As a question I was just wondering who you think is going to be the abuser. (Just so you know neither of them will be completely innocent. Both will be held accountable for bad actions.)

And if you hear a song that's sad please send it my way. I get my ideas from break up songs and such. Thank you for reading.