A/N: Woke up bright and early to write this, so here I am. Currently listening to Heat of the Moment, trying to get myself pumped. If Sammy can get up every day during Mystery Spot, then you can write another chapter, I keep telling myself.
Also, I might be changing the title to 'Falling For You', or maybe something else, so look out for that.
Well, here we go.
Enjoy!
During third period, the one before lunch, Castiel isn't paying attention. He is debating on whether what he wore today was appropriate for tonight. Having not told his family about the date, Castiel had to work out the details on his own. It's not like his family would help, anyway.
He had woken up twenty minutes early so he would have time to pick out something nice to wear. Did Dean like the trench coat? Or would he rather just a T-shirt? What about flannel?
He ended up just staring at his closet for those extra twenty minutes. At the last second, he decided on black pants, white button-up shirt, black over-shirt and a blue tie. And, of course, his trench coat.
Now, he feels overdressed.
The bell rings, thus ending the tedious lecture about whatever the class was covering. Cas scurries to his locker and puts his books away. Then, he tries to calmly walk down to the cafeteria, but he's too jittery. This will be the first time today seeing Dean.
He goes to their table. Dean isn't there. Well, Cas is usually first, anyways. He snags some food and hurries back to the table.
His plan of trying not to attract attention fails. Alastair stalks toward him, sneering. "Hey, Castiel," he says in his nasally voice. He runs a tongue over his bottom lip and continues, "What are you all dressed up for, huh?" He stalks around the table to come to a stop beside Cas.
Castiel doesn't answer, just ducks his head. He can feel everyone's eyes on him. The cafeteria is silent.
"Are you going to a-" Alastair pauses, as if for dramatic effect- "funeral?"
"Yea, yours, if you don't shut up."
Cas turns quickly to see Dean behind him, once again. Alastair hisses and stalks away, turning and running his tongue over his lip again.
Dean sits in front of Cas.
"Thanks," Cas says sheepishly, a nervous smile on his face.
"No problem," Dean replies. He takes a bite of the sandwich on his tray. "Didn't want him to hurt himself, thinking of an insult."
"Yea, well, he always manages to come up with one." Cas sighs and tears a piece off of his sandwich, nibbling on it.
Dean smirks. "You look great, by the way. The tie matches your eyes."
Cas looks down. "Are my eyes really this color?" he asks incredulously.
Nodding, Dean takes another bite. "So," he says after swallowing, "what kind of pie do you wanna get?"
Cas grins. "You are really excited about pie, aren't you?"
Dean nods vigorously. "Cas, it's pie. Of course I'm excited."
Finishing off the bite he tore off, Castiel tears off another. "I don't know. I've never had pie. What kind is your favorite?"
"Apple," he replies without hesitation. "Sweet, succulent Granny Smiths, doused with sugar and cinnamon, with flakey crust draped over top. Mmm."
"Don't give yourself an orgasm," Cas chuckles.
"Mmm, I might. Just thinking about pie makes me all tingly inside."
They fall into an easy discussion about music. Before long, Dean finishes his sandwich and Castiel offers the rest of his.
"Dude," Dean says, astonished. "Do you even eat? There are, like, two bites taken out of this!"
"M'not really hungry," Cas mumbles in reply.
"Here," Dean halves the sandwich, handing Cas the bigger half. "Eat that."
"I told you, I'm not hungry," Cas says as he pushes the half away.
Dean puts on his best puppy-dog eyes and says, "Please, Cas? For me?" He looks unbearably cute.
"Fine," Cas agrees. "I'll eat half of that. Hey, it's better than nothing," he says at Dean's disappointed look.
The rest of the day is a blur. Castiel is too nervous to pay attention in class, too nervous to pay attention to Alastair's attempts to torment him, and too nervous to think.
Before he knows it, Cas is outside waiting for Dean to pull up with the Impala. He hears the loud purr of the engine and his stomach flips. What if Dean doesn't really like him? What if this is a joke?
"C'mon, Cas! Let's go get pie," Dean calls from the interior of the Impala.
Cas strides nervously to the passenger side and climbs in. Dean turns to him, smiles, and drives off.
"So," Cas says after a few seconds of silence. "What diner do you have in mind?"
"One out of town a little ways," Dean replies, popping in a cassette tape. Stairway to Heaven starts playing.
"I've never heard this one before," Cas confesses.
Dean laughs. "Why am I not surprised? Well, it's called Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. It's eight minutes long, so be prepared to listen to this the majority of the ride."
It turns out to be a good song, actually. Soft and sad, but good.
Cas leans his forehead against the window and watches the trees fly by. Once out of town, they spot a few deer crossing the road. Not exactly abnormal, but the two still gasp.
The mother deer pushes her baby along with her nose. A buck crosses after them.
"That was awesome," Dean exclaims as the car starts moving again.
The trip took longer than expected. There was construction along most of the road, slowing the pace. But they still made it to the diner by 4:30.
"Perfect," Dean says as he puts the car in park. "Dinner time."
The diner is sort of small. It has a neon sign on top that reads, "Harvelle's Roadhouse".
The inside is cramped, as Castiel expected. There is a large bar in the center and small tables all around. In a semi-separate room, there's a pool table.
"Hello, boys!" a sweet voice calls. Dean waves and starts walking in the direction of the bar. Cas follows him like a lost puppy.
"Hey, Ellen," Dean greets the woman at the counter. She's middle aged, with strawberry blonde hair and kind eyes.
"Haven't seen you in a long time." She looks Dean over then moves her eyes to Castiel. "Who did you bring this time, honey?"
"Oh, um, Ellen, this is Castiel. Cas, this is Ellen."
Cas half-waves, nervous out of his mind. Ellen smiles and turns her attention back to Dean.
"So, the usual?" she briskly asks.
Dean nods, looks at Cas, and asks, "You're not a vegetarian, are you?"
"N-no?"
"Good. Make that two."
Ellen winks. "Comin' right up."
The pair find a table and sit down. "Nice place," Cas hums.
Dean smirks, nodding. "You're afraid of Ellen, aren't you?"
Cas can feel a blush rising on his cheeks. "A little," he confesses.
"Wait 'til you see her daughter," Dean chuckles.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, two plates are set in front of them. A young, blonde girl slides into the seat next to Dean.
"Hey, Dean," she smiles.
"Well speak of the devil," Dean smiles back. "I was just telling Cas about you."
The girl glances over at Cas, slightly frowning. "Hopefully good things," she forces a laugh.
"Cas, this is Jo. She's Ellen's daughter."
Cas forces a smile. "Nice to meet you."
She doesn't even acknowledge him. Instead, she puts a hand on Dean's thigh and says, "Well, you better eat. The burger's only getting colder."
With that, she grins and leaves.
When she disappears into the back, Dean fake-gags.
"Ugh, tell me I'm not imagining that," Dean pleas.
Cas chuckles. "She basically had heart-eyes for you!"
"Please don't remind me."
Castiel is somewhat glad. He won't admit it, but he felt a twinge of jealousy when Jo was around.
"How old is she?" Cas asks.
Dean has to think for a moment. "Fifteen."
Nodding, Cas looks down. In front of him, there's a giant bacon cheeseburger with a heaping pile of fries and a strawberry milk shake. "Jesus!"
Dean is already halfway through his burger. "Try it, it's good."
Cautiously, Cas picks it up and takes a bite. He smiles as he chews. This is actually good. He quickly takes another bite. "These make me very happy," he says with his mouth half-full.
He looks up and sees Dean staring at him with his grass-green eyes. They make awkward eye-contact and blush.
"So, uh," Cas stutters, trying to break the tension. "How did you find this place? You've been here only a few days."
Dean swallows. "I've lived here before, with my… uncle, Bobby."
"Really? How long ago?"
"About a year and a half. Used to come here every day after school. I still came after I moved, usually once a week. Took the two hour drive for the burger and pie." He glances at his plate. "Totally worth it."
Cas nods. "What's up with Jo?"
Dean tilts his head back and barks a laugh. "She's had a crush on me since I first moved here. She was only eleven at the time."
"Was the feeling mutual?" Cas huffs.
Dean snaps his head up, looking straight into Cas's eyes. "Are you- are you jealous?"
"What, no!" Cas stutters.
"I swear I could almost taste the jealous vibes in the air."
"Shut up."
"C'mon, it's cute!"
It's Cas's turn to snap his head up in surprise. Dean blushes furiously and rubs at the back of his neck.
"Everything tastin' fine, boys?" Ellen gushes, snapping them out of their awkwardness.
"Yea, everything's great," Dean assures. "Could we get two pieces of pie?"
"Absolutely. Let me guess, apple?"
Dean grins. "You know me, Ellen."
"Alright, commin' right up."
The two go back to their awkward state. They sit there for about a minute or two, until Castiel decides to voice the worries that are swirling around in his head.
"Dean, is this all a joke?" he blurts out.
"Is what a joke?"
Cas gives an exasperated sigh. "This. Going out with me, being my friend."
Dean looks astonished. "No!" he snaps. "No," he says again, calmer. "Why do you think this is a joke?"
Shaking his head, he replies, "It's just- I don't have many friends; none, actually. I'm not used to people being nice to me. Well, unless they want something in return," he looks skeptically at Dean. "Which leads me to my next question-"
"Cas, stop it." Dean sighs and runs a hand down his face. "I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to laugh or get all awkward on me, okay?"
Cas hesitates before he says, "Okay."
Sighing again, Dean prepares himself to reveal… something. "On the first day, I wanted to talk to you because you were cute and I just mustered up the courage to go say 'hi'. Well, my natural-born dickiness kicked in and… yea. Then, you snapped at me a few times and I thought, 'Hey! We could get along.'
"Later that day, I saw you getting bullied and I thought, 'Woah, nobody deserves to be treated like that. I need to look out for this kid'. At the gas station, I just wanted a drink. Then, this major douchebag came and put a gun to your head. I was like, 'Oh hell no. Nobody touches my little buddy'. So, I put a knife to his throat.
"The next day, after school, I thought I'd give you a ride. It would be a chance to get to know you, right? Well, I also screwed that up. I thought I chased you away. I thought, 'Oh man, so much for my little buddy'. But then, you wore the trench coat. However, I didn't have time to celebrate my victory because some dicks were jeering at you.
"And after school yesterday, I just, you know, asked you out. And here we are," he gestures around him. "That's my story."
To say Castiel was dumbfounded would be an understatement. He swallows and blinks. "I-I… Um, uh…"
He couldn't even string together words to make a coherent sentence!
Finally, he takes a deep breath and blurts out, "ThankyouIdon'tknowwhattosaybutIreallyappreciatethatthisisn'tajokeandthatyouwereactuallybeingnicetome!"
Dean giggles, well, not like little girl giggles, but more of 'Wow I got something off my chest and now this cute guy is flustered' giggle. "Sorry, could you say that a little slower?"
"Thank you, I don't know what to say but I really appreciate that this isn't a joke and that you were actually being nice to me."
"Oh," Dean blinks. "No problem."
A plate is slid into the middle of the table, startling both of them. "Here you go, boys." Ellen leans on the chair next to Cas. "Are you done with those burgers?"
Cas nods and hands her the plate. He only managed to eat half. Dean ate the whole thing plus a majority of his fries. Ellen smiles and goes to the back.
"Jeez, what are you? An endless pit?" Cas jokes.
Dean runs his tongue over his lip. "Something like that."
On the plate, there are two pieces of pie. The crust is golden and the filling is oozing. Dean looks expectedly at Cas.
"Well, aren't you gonna try a bite?" he asks.
"Oh, uh, yea." Cas grabs his fork and snags a goo-covered apple slice. He also scoops up some crust. Looking at it skeptically, he raises it to eye-level.
"Just eat it!"
Cas looks at Dean and smiles, bringing the pie to his lips. While keeping eye-contact, he closes his mouth around the fork.
Flavor explodes in his mouth. His eyes go wide and he smiles as he chews. Dean chuckles and takes a bite of his own.
"Pie," Cas says, taking another bite.
"Pie," Dean agrees, his mouth full.
The two speak through moans and gestures until the slices of pie are gone. The two then talk easily about pie, sipping their milkshakes.
Suddenly, Heat of the Moment starts playing. Dean starts and reaches into his pocket, extracting his phone. "Hello?" he answers.
Pause. "Mmhmm." Pause. "Are you alright? Things go okay with Jess?" Pause. "Oh. Okay, we're leaving now. Be there in a few."
Dean hangs up and explains, "That was my little brother Sammy. We need to pick him up when we get into town. You're ready to go, aren't you?"
Nodding, Cas stands. Dean leaves a twenty on the table. The two leave, Dean yelling a goodbye to Ellen.
In the Impala, they buckle up and start driving back to town. "Thank you, Dean. That was enjoyable."
"No problem, Cas."
They ride in comfortable silence, well except for some rock song playing on the radio.
In town, Dean pulls up to a small convenient store. A little kid, probably thirteen years old, hurries to the Impala. He looks into the passenger window, sees Cas, and frowns. A few seconds later, the back door opens and he climbs inside.
"Heya, Sammy," Dean greets. "This is Castiel."
Cas turns around in his seat and smiles at Sam. Sam mutters a 'hi' and looks down at his feet.
"He's a little shy," Dean whispers, loud enough for Sam to hear.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The two continue this until Dean shuts up and asks, "So how'd it go with Jess?"
"Jess?" Cas asks, curious.
"Sammy's little girlfriend."
Sam gasps. "She is not my girlfriend! And it's Sam, not 'Sammy'."
Dean laughs and starts the car. "You didn't answer my question."
"It went fine."
Dean sighs. "Then why did I need to pick you up early?"
Sam grumbles, "Her dad doesn't like me."
Looking in the rearview mirror, Dean sees that Sam has a black eye. "Sammy, where'd you get the shiner?" When Sam doesn't answer Dean continues, "If it was that old man then I'll-"
"It wasn't Jess's dad," Sam blurts out. "It was this kid, Dirk."
"Dirk?" Dean chuckles. "I'm gonna rip his lungs out!"
Cas is taken aback by the explosion. He looks at Dean, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Cas."
Sam continues, "He pushed my friend, Barry, down. I helped him up and Dirk started fighting me."
"I hope you beat his ugly ass."
"I didn't fight," Sam admits.
"What?" Dean exclaims. "You just let him beat you up?"
Sam shakes his head. "A teacher broke up the fight after he got one punch in."
Dean shakes his head sadly. "Next time you have a problem with him, tell me, okay?"
Sam nods.
They pull up to a small apartment building. "I gotta go drop Cas off, Sam. Just don't let anybody in, alright?"
In reply, Sam gets out of the car and slams the door.
The car continues driving down the road. "So you have to go the opposite direction to get back to your place after dropping me off?" Cas asks.
"Yea."
"Dean! I don't want you to waste gas. I'll just walk home from now on after school, don't worry."
Dean shushes him. "No it's alright. I want to drive you."
"But Dean-"
"No more discussion. I usually drive around for a while after school anyway," he assures. "This just gives me purpose."
Cas puts his head in his hands. "You are so stubborn." His voice comes out muffled.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Dean smirk. "But you love me anyways."
"That's the problem."
Dean nearly swerves off the road.
Laughing, Cas exclaims, "I made Dean Winchester nervous!" Dean scoffs. "He's even blushing!" Cas adds.
"Shut up," he mumbles.
Cas throws a smile Dean's direction. "Was that the first time getting that reply?"
Dean shrugs. "Usually I just get a chuckle, not confirmation."
With that, they pull up at Cas's house. Dean turns off the car.
"Well," Cas sighs. "That was fun."
"Yea," Dean agrees. He has conflicting emotions on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Dean smiles fleetingly. "I don't know. Usually, this is where I kiss the girl I just took out on a date." He pauses. "But, you aren't just some girl."
They sit in silence. "Well, I should go," Cas starts.
Dean sighs, grabs Castiel's tie, and pulls. Their lips touch softly. Cas's eyes flutter closed.
He can feel a hand on his cheek. He moves one of his hands onto Dean's chest and feels the soft leather.
Their lips are moving together softly, finding a rhythm. When they find it, it's as if they were made for each other.
Dean lets out a soft moan as they pull apart. They are both smiling like idiots, Cas licking his lips.
"Now you can go," Dean whispers.
Cas leans in and kisses Dean softly on the cheek before opening the car door. He stands at his porch and waves as the car pulls out of the driveway.
Putting a finger on his lip, Cas thinks, I just kissed Dean Winchester.
A/N: Jeez, I hope that was okay. I'm not good at writing kiss scenes, since I haven't been kissed. *sigh*
Well, anyways, today is the last day of break so I won't be able to post as frequently as I would like.
Farewell for now, henchmen!
Please review, it'll motivate me.
+Gellie