Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, so here's another one!
I failed to mention before that this story might move a bit slow because the 50's were homophobic after all. I'm also going to throw in a bit of 50's slang to try and make it authentic, especially when the dialogue starts picking up a bit, but I'm gonna try to keep it simple so y'all can understand it. If you don't understand some of the slang feel free to ask me. I might add in a few definitions at the bottom for you.
And like I said before, I'm not perfect, so any and all feedback is welcome. I like it when people tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong so I can improve my writing. So let me know in the reviews or in a PM or something.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
A few days later, Castiel went back to Gabe's Diner. He was wearing a deep blue sweater vest because he'd been told it made his eyes stand out. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and walked inside. He took a seat at a booth with a good view of the counter and began to wait.
He hoped no one he knew would see him. He'd told everyone who asked that he was studying in his dorm tonight. "But it's a Friday night! The semester's barely started! Don't be such a square!" they'd said. "I'm trying to get ahead in my studies. It doesn't hurt to do well in school," Castiel had told them. So as long as none of those people saw him here, he'd be fine.
It didn't even take thirty seconds for him to start regretting the whole plan. This was his third attempt to return to the restaurant and try to find the green-eyed man. The first two times he'd chickened out before even making it in the restaurant. He was starting to wish he'd chickened out this time, too.
What was he doing here? He had no idea if the man would come back to the diner today or if he'd even come back at all. He could've just been passing through town or something. And even if he did show up, it wasn't like anything was going to happen. There was a very slim chance that he was gay and an even slimmer chance that he'd admit it. Maybe I should just leave, he thought. I don't even know the guy anyway and I'm probably not his type.
By some miracle, the green-eyed man walked through the diner doors just as Cas was about to give up on the whole idea. His face was just as perfect as Cas remembered it. As he was walking to the counter, he noticed Castiel sitting in the booth and nodded his head in his direction. Cas had to remember how to breathe.
No one had ever made Castiel feel this way before and he most certainly had never felt this way about a girl before. He always knew which girls the other guys liked, but he was never able to look at them that way. The green-eyed man was totally different. He was having feelings that he was pretty sure made him a sinner just to think about them.
The man ordered the same thing he ordered the other day and Cas, too busy trying to figure out what to do now that he'd actually shown up, almost didn't notice when Jo came over to take his order.
"Um, I'll have a hamburger and a slice of apple pie, please," he said, handing her his menu.
"Coming right up," she said.
As he waited for his food, Cas started thinking of different ways he could strike up a conversation with the green-eyed man, but they all seemed stupid. What does a guy say to the man he's attracted to who's probably homophobic and could beat him to a pulp?
His nerves getting the best of him, he decided to retreat to the bathroom for a minute, so he slid out of the booth and stood up. But in doing so he accidentally knocked over Jo, who'd come to bring him his food. Hamburger and pie splattered all over the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry," Cas stammered, feeling every eye in the restaurant on them. He helped Jo up as she wiped pie and ketchup off her shirt. "I'll help you clean it up."
He knelt down and began picking up bits of hamburger and wiping the floor with napkins. But a second set of hands joined his on the floor and when he looked up he saw they belonged to the green-eyed man from the counter. Cas had to remind himself to close his mouth and stop staring. Had his mother taught him nothing about how rude it was to stare? He busied himself with cleaning up the food and tried to forget who was helping him.
Soon they had the whole mess cleaned up and the man grabbed Cas by the hand and helped him up. Cas relished in the physical contact. Once they were both on their feet, the man turned the hand grab into a handshake and introduced himself.
"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Castiel Novak."
