Dean woke up with a start right as his alarm went off next to him. It took him a while to remember where he was and what time it was and why his alarm was going off at 6.30, instead of 6. That's when he remembered. Asa died and Cas got him home. Date. He and Cas had a date in half an hour. Only it wasn't a date, was it? Cas probably wasn't even interested in him that way. Just because Cas liked dick too didn't mean he would get into bed with anyone who had a dick.

Disregarding that line of thought, Dean decided to take a shower and get dressed before Cas showed up, he probably stunk a lot. Taking a whiff of the air around him Dean decided that yes, that's what happens when you don't have time to take a shower before reporting for a work related emergency.

After taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, Dean looked at the clock on his phone and realized that it was already 6.55. He didn't have nearly enough time to shave before Cas was due to show up – he hadn't even decided what he was going to wear. Cas said they were going out for drinks, did that mean he could wear a Jeans and a Tee shirt of one of his bands? Or was that a bit too informal for drinks? Should he wear a button down instead?

Rather than wasting precious time on trivial matters such as clothes, Dean called Charlie instead. She would know exactly what to wear. Charlie's advice had never let him down in the past and he was sure it wasn't going to this time either.

He was snapped out of his musings with Charlie's greeting of "What's up, Handmaiden?" Dean rolled his eyes at the nickname.

Charlie liked to do this thing known as LARPing. Or Live Action Role Playing. Where people would dress up as characters and live their lives and stuff that Dean never got the hang of. Dean tried LARPing once and somehow got stuck being Charlie's handmaiden, while Charlie was the queen of someplace called the Moondor. Dean wasn't sure how it happened but the nickname stuck and Dean being the amazing friend that he was, humoured her whenever she slipped into her Queen persona. This seemed to be one of those times so Dean played along.

"Greetings, your Highness. I have a date and I need help deciding what clothes to wear."

Dean heard an audible gasp on the other end of the call.

"Dr. Dean Winchester has a date?! Dr. Dean Winchester who never took a day off, not only took a day off today but also has a date? Miracle of Holy Miracles. Praise the Lord and whatnot. How did this happen? Who is he?"

Dean cut off Charlie's teasing rant and said,

"Charlie I don't have time for this. Cas will be here in 3 minutes and as of now all I have on is a towel around my waist. Which, by the way, isn't appropriate attire for going out on drinks. Which, incidentally reminds me, this isn't exactly a date. He just offered to go out for drinks to relax a bit after today's incident."

"Wait back up a minute. Cas? Cas as in Cas Novak? The hot single bisexual father who totally has the hots for you? Your not a date, date is with that Cas? Whoa. This guy is a miracle worker if he convinced you not only to go home and sleep but also to go out for drinks. Also I'm pretty sure he won't mind you in that towel, you know. You have a nice body. And that's a compliment, coming from a lesbian. Sorry I'm rambling again. Clothes. Wear your Jeans that you hate because they don't have any ball space. It makes your ass look great. And wear your white button down. It should be ironed, I did that myself the last time that I was over there. But leave the top buttons open and roll up the sleeves till your elbows. You're gonna look great. Now get going, your not a date is going to pick you up any minute now. Bye! I want all the nasty details tomorrow."

Before Dean could react by saying that there would be no nasty details, it's not a date, Charlie, she had hung up. Taking a deep breath, Dean turned to his wardrobe and literally dove in, trying to find the clothes Charlie said. He put on his Jeans, but it was unbuttoned and was just wearing his shirt when the doorbell rang. Cursing, he went to open the door to let Cas in, without sparing much thought about how he looked.

When he opened the door, Cas was standing right in front of him, just inches away. Dean look at Cas and realized that he looked really hot. Cas apparently had the same idea as Dean – or Charlie, and wore a burgundy button down with Jeans, which Dean was sure, made his ass look better than phenomenal. His hair was a mess, as if Cas had run his hands through it multiple times, giving him a totally sexed out look which gave Dean's brain a lot of spank bank material. And goddammit his traitor of a dick was starting to pay attention.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Dean raised his eyes to look at Cas' face. Cas was pretty much staring at Dean and was blushing slightly. Dean looked down at himself and almost smacked his own fa e because of it. His Jeans was unbuttoned and hung low on his hips. His shirt was open in the front and gave an unobstructed view of his chest and stomach. He realized that Cas was staring at the tattoo that he had on his chest. A flaming star kind of thing that, according to lore, prevented Demon possessions. Dean didn't believe in all that but Sam did. So when Sam went to get his tattoo, Dean got it too. Beneath the star was the date of his parents' deaths.

Dean cleared his throat and gestured Cas to come inside.

"I'm sorry. Just give me 2 minutes, I'll be right out. Make yourself comfortable, Cas."

With that, Dean rushed into his room to get dressed. Exactly two minutes later Dean came out with his clothes all buttoned up, and him being completely ready to leave. He found Cas looking at a picture of him as a kid with his mom. It was one of the very few pictured he had of his mom before she died, and was his favourite.

"That's my mom." He told Cas.

Cas turned around with a start and looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been looking without asking. She's really beautiful though."

"It's right man. Yeah she was. Thank you. Anyway, you ready to leave?"

When Cas nodded, Dean grabbed his mobile and his keys and they left. They decided to go to The Roadhouse, because it was close and affordable, and also it had a friendly vibe. The ride to the bar was stilted with awkward conversation but by the time they got there, they had gotten comfortable with each other and were teasing and laughing.

When they entered The Roadhouse, Dean led Cas to the bar where Jo was tending the bar that day. Jo came over with a smirk on her face as she saw Cas sitting with Dean. Oh no. Dean knew that face meant no good. He should have told Cas to go some place else instead. Jo came over and smacked Dean on his arm with a towel.

"Well, hello stranger. How come you're here tonight? I thought the only places besides the Hospital and your house you were ever in was your Baby? I thought you had forgotten all about me." She pressed a teasing kiss to Dean's cheek which he automatically wiped off on her sleeve. Before Cas could get the wrong image, Dean introduced them.

"Cas, this is Jo. She is like my little sister and her mother – "

"Her mother is gonna whoop your ass young man." Dean was cut of by Ellen Harvelle, the owner of The Roadhouse. She then pressed a soft kiss to Dean's temple and looked at Cas.

"Hello, I'm Ellen, the owner of this fine establishment. Now, I practically brought up this guy so don't you let him give you any trouble." With that, she ruffled Cas' hair even more and left to go back inside, leaving behind a grumpy looking Cas because his hair was even more messed up than usual.

They stayed at the bar for at least a couple hours, but Dean lost track of time. He was with Cas, albeit on a not date, and he was in the familiar territory of The Roadhouse, where he practically grew up. Through the night, they had beer and burgers and pies. Jo and Ellen and Bobby, who was Ellen's husband and Dean's surrogate father, all came over to their table to tease Dean and tell Cas that they would whoop Dean's ass if he was out of line, to which Dean always looked offended and replied, "I thought you all were supposed to be on my team!" They shared some embarrassing anecdotes about Dean from his childhood and taking pity on Dean, Cas shared some of his poor moments. Lapses in judgements as he called them.

Cas and Dean talked about their jobs. Cas was a teacher in the local high school and taught English Literature to moody, uninterested teenagers. They talked a bit about their childhoods but mostly avoided the subject, reason being that it was not a happy subject. Dean's parents had died and Cas no longer talked to his.

By the time they got up to leave, Dean and Cas were pleasantly buzzed, so Jo decided to drop them off at Cas' place. Cas would then drop off Dean to the hospital, where he was already supposed to be headed in the morning, before going for work.

When Cas had first showed up on Dean's doorstep that evening, Dean had felt annoyed that he hadn't had the time to jerk off in the shower, because he was sure that as good as Cas looked, there was no way his dick wouldn't make an appearance that night. But as the night drew on, any thoughts about wanting to bone Cas had left his mind and they settled into a comfortable friendship. So what if they didn't have much of a concept of personal space? They were on the road to becoming good friends and that's all Dean could ask for. He was more than happy to just be a friend to Cas, if that's what Cas wanted. But now when they were alone in Cas' room, with his daughter spending the night with her mother, and Dean was changing into clothes that smelled like Cas, in Cas' house, surrounded by Cas' stuff, he was more than just turned on. Of course he couldn't do anything about it. Masturbating in a friend's bathroom? Not at all cool. So instead, Dean thought of the most unsexy things his brain could come up with, such as Bobby in swimming trunks, until his not so little situation went away and went outside to join Cas in the guest room where Cas had insisted that Dean would sleep, instead of on the couch.

"I have a guest room for a reason, Dean. It is so that people don't have to be subjected to the torture of having to wake up after spending a night on the couch. Not to mention, you have to be at the hospital in the morning and I won't be responsible for what you do there if you have a bad night. Now, come on, go to sleep. We leave early tomorrow. First we have to pick up Claire from her mother's place, then we have to go to the hospital, I wanted to discuss Claire with you. And then I also have to go to work you know. I don't want to be late because of my daughter's doctor's tardiness." Cas mock scolded Dean as he went about taking out the covers for Dean.

Even though they had gotten ready for sleep a while ago, it was after 12 when they finally fell asleep, on the couch of all places. They had been awake, talking about themselves in a manner that seemed a lot like a relationship-y way to Dean, staying up till late, talking and munching on some frozen fries that Cas had heated up. With someone else, this would have scared Dean, but with Cas, it felt natural. And before either of them knew it, they were asleep, in the middle of a conversation about how Dean had restored his car, his Baby, after a particularly bad accident. It was the same accident that had killed his dad but Dean left that part out, along with any talk about his tattoos. That was a bit too personal to share with someone he had known for only a few days.

Just as he was falling asleep, Dean knew that his neck and shoulders would hate him in the morning, but that night, curled up on the couch, Dean slept better than he mostly slept, even though the couch was an uncomfortable piece of crap.