Come Monday, Dean Winchester was on a mission. He was up early and had showered, shaved, was dressed and had even had breakfast, all before Sam texted him.

"On my way. You up?"

Dean smiled and shook his head. Not even a superior feeling Sam would get him down, not this morning.

"Yes. Meet you at the office, got stuff to do." Dean replied back to Sam.

He left his house and turned on the engine. He was so not going to walk to work today, not if his plan worked as he hoped it would.

Dean parked across the street and sat in the car as he looked at the windows of the store. It was open and Castiel had even been outside, putting up a small table and two chairs and a lime-tree in a bucket.

Dean had smiled as he watched the man work. He had also ducked for some reason, as if he didn't want Castiel to see him.

Just as Dean got up the nerve to go over there, Castiel came outside again and sat on the chair with a cup of coffee. Or tea. Who knew?

"Dammit," Dean thought to himself. Now there was no way Castiel wouldn't notice him as he sat there for all this time. Or had lurked for all this time.

Dean looked at his clock. 20 minutes to eight. Dammit. It was now are never. He sat up straight and decided to grow a pair. He then stepped out of the car and went straight across the street, over to Castiel.

Castiel sat in the shadows of the building and seemed to enjoy the morning chill and the birds as they chirped. The city was still relatively quiet and only the baker down the street had been open earlier than Castiel's shop.

As Dean approached the man, he looked up at him and smiled, like they were old friends. In a way, they were. Friends who didn't know anything about each other at all.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said, but made no indication to move.

"Hey, Cas." Dean said and stopped a few feet from him.

Then the silence got awkward.

"Nice morning, huh?" Dean said and stuffed his hands down his pants pockets.

Castiel smiled and leaned over his crossed legs. "Indeed."

Dean nodded, more to himself than to Castiel. God, this was awkward.

"You mind if I sit?" he said and pointed at the chair.

Castiel shook his head and Dean sat.

"Coffee?" he asked and Dean nodded.

"Sure. Black, no sugar."

Castiel smiled and put his own mug down and got up. A few moments later, he was back with a mug for Dean. It was green and had a big yellow flower on it and the same logo that the bags Dean had seen last week, had.

"Thanks." Dean murmured and accepted the mug without incident. Castiel hummed and sat down again.

Neither of them said anything after that. After ten minutes, Dean had finished his coffee and looked at his watch. He had to go if he didn't wanted to be late for work. That was when Castiel decided to talk.

"I didn't think you would have the guts to come and talk to me this morning." He began and just stared at the Impala with his mug in his hands. "I guess I was half right."

He then turned his head and looked at Dean with a smile. Dean felt his heart stop and then make a flutter as he felt himself turn beet red and chuckle to himself.

"Yeah, well you know…" he replied as Castiel kept on staring at him.

"Know what?" Castiel responded and Dean wasn't sure.

Dean decided to try another tactic.

"I know who you are now." Castiel lifted an eyebrow and turned his eyes back to the street. A man on a bicycle was on his way towards them, but other than that, it was still quiet around town.

"We've met before." Castiel just said and took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

"Yeah. Why didn't you say something? Last week, I mean?"

Castiel still didn't look at him, but now stared at the bicycle that slowly moved towards them. Poor guy was still working his way up the hill towards town. Dean was just happy it wasn't him on that bike. You had to be an idiot if you took on that trip up the hill, freely, on a bike.

"Would it have made a difference?"

Dean wasn't sure how he would have reacted, had Castiel said anything.

"Yeah, it would."

"Would you have remembered?"

"Probably not."

"Then why bring it up?" the other man continued when Dean didn't.

Silence.

"I'd like to thank you. Probably. And I'd like to know your version of what happened. I only have my family's version and I still don't remember myself. Not really."

Castiel looked at him. "Are you sure?" he asked and Dean felt his eyes pierce through him and look straight into his soul. He shivered and looked away.

"Anyway, as I said I wanted to thank you. So does my family. We'd like to see you on Sunday for dinner, if you'd like. It's okay if you have other plans, of course." He babbled and he knew it, but he couldn't stop himself.

Castiel made him stop as he smiled at him. "I would love to, Dean."

Dean stopped and couldn't help but smile back.

"Really?! I mean, cool." he said and stopped himself so that he didn't sound like an excited teenage girl.

"Tell your family that that is very kind of them and though they have thanked me enough, it would be an honour to dine with them. And with you." he added and Dean felt his ears burn. He smiled and looked away. The biker was close now. He seemed familiar…

"Okay, cool. Six o'clock then. You have the address? Or I could come pick you up if you like?" He was slowly backing away from Castiel now, who had risen from the chair and looked taller then.

Dean remembered. Almost as tall as himself.

"I know where your parents live and I can get there myself, don't worry about that." he said with a smile and Dean couldn't help but smile again as well. He kept on backing up and suddenly he felt the ground tip underneath him and he almost tripped backwards down the curb. He quickly regained his balance and laughed nervously back at Cas.

"Cool. Then, then I'll see you there then." Castiel smiled and nodded.

"Watch yourself, Dean." Dean nodded and looked to both sides before crossing the street.

He then stopped dead in his tracks. The man on the bike. Dean started to laugh. It was Sam. In a suit. Sweating like a pig. With what looked like spit on his shoulder. Sam ignored him and went straight past, smiled at Castiel and kicked after Dean.

Dean sobered up as he looked at Cas who stood smiling with crossed arms. His crisp white shirt was rolled up his forearms and his black trousers matched his shoes, and fit perfectly around his waist. He looked hot. Smoking hot, Dean thought and felt himself blush for the thousandth time this morning.

It was gonna be a long week until Sunday.

As he sat in the Impala and roared the engine, swung a perfect U-turn, he waved and smiled at Cas, who waved back. Dean saw in the rear view mirror how he gathered their mugs and went inside the store. He smiled and looked forward to Sunday.

As he passed Sam on his bike, he drove really close and turned the music to full volume as he sped up. Sam on the other hand, flipped him the bird and tried to kick the car. Dean roared a "Hey! Watch it, bitch!" after him. Sam yelled "Jerk!" after him and the day was well on its way.