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And since we seem to have a Gilmore Girls fan in the readings... will you notice the use of a Gilmore Girl tactic?
"Then why would you ask me to open a mailbox?" Castiel frowned.That look should be illegal, for Dean's sake because Castiel looked like a lost puppy. And Dean had been thinking about Castiel and the weird encounter that followed ever since he had first laid eyes on him.
"So Gabriel did do something to the mailbox…" Castiel muttered. Dean sighed and looked warily at it.
"He probably found a friggin' ghost to possess it or something," Dean grunted.
"You believe in ghosts?" Castiel asked, amused.
"No, but but Gabriel likes to scare the other mailmen," Dean said, finally pulling the lid down and found himself squirted with water. "What the hell?" Castiel stared before he started laughing as Dean began struggling with the contraption in the mailbox that began soaking his shirt through and Dean would have found the sight endearing if his shirt wasn't wet and it wasn't windy October.
"Yeah, laugh it up, tough guy," Dean grumbled.
"Gabriel never ceases to amuse when his tricks aren't directed at me," Castiel said and Dean figured that was all the apology he was going to get.
"Crap, its October! I'm going to freeze my fucking ass off!" Dean groaned, the front of his shirt wet as was his jacket. Castiel chuckled and shrugged off his trench coat, tossing it into Dean's arms.
"Uh, thanks, Castiel- that is your name, right?" Dean asked. "Gabe said that you were Cas."
"Gabriel saw me?" Castiel asked, alarmed.
"No, he didn't see you," Dean frowned. "There something you wanna tell me?"
"No, not really," Castiel said.
"Uh, okay then," Dean said. "So you gonna keep popping up randomly or should we meet somewhere for coffee and I'll give you the mail. That way you'd have a decent excuse for being Ruth Gordon and this way, you could actually find out what's going on in their lives; their bills, who they're writing to-"
"That's the longest pickup line I've ever heard," Castiel said. "But it's rude not to give your name."
"Pickup…" Dean said, feeling like a fish out of water even though a date (and a fuck) with Castiel was exactly what he wanted. "Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Hello Dean," Castiel said, "I'm Castiel."
"Dude, that's a mouthful," Dean frowned.
"It's my name," Castiel said, frowning right back at Dean.
"I'm callin' you Cas," Dean decided.
"What am I, your pet?" Castiel asked, not realizing the suggestion his question presented to Dean.
"God, I only wish," Dean muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Castiel demanded.
"Nothing," Dean said, realizing that if he wanted to spend more time with the blue eyed beauty who had the name of an angel from the Bible, sex comments right off the bat probably weren't the way to go. "So, you interested?"
"Interested?" Castiel frowned.
"I do believe I was hitting on you," Dean persisted, flashing Castiel a charming smile.
"I dislike coffee," Castiel said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "Alright then, I know a few places."
"You should probably finish your job first," Castiel said, his eyes amused.
"But you're a helluva lot more interesting then my job," Dean said, allowing his eyes to roam up and down Castiel's body.
"Do you have the newspaper?" Castiel asked.
"Uh, yeah," Dean said. "But-"
"I ama Novak. My brothers won't mind," Castiel said. Dean shrugged and handed Castiel the mail but he only took the newspaper.
"When's your birthday?" Castiel asked.
"January twenty-fourth," Dean said. "Why?" Castiel didn't answer him but instead took out a pen and wrote something on the newspaper, tearing it up.
"I'm making it up as I go along," Castiel said.
"You sure they dont' mind you tearing up the paper?" Dean asked.
"Its fine. You won't lose your job." Castiel shrugged, writing on the front page, and tossing it to the front door with surprising accuracy. Dean was pretty sure he heard a, "what the hell was that?" from the inside and it sounded like Gabriel. Castiel pushed a piece of paper into his hand and Dean could have sworn that he kept the same expression through all of it and for some reason, that look intrigued Dean.
"Call me," he said and Dean looked in his hand as an angry Gabriel stormed out of the house just in time to see Castiel giving Dean the paper and then speeding away.
Aquarius- Call and you won't be disappointed. I really do hate coffee.
And then there was a phone number that took up most of the paper.
"Who the hell was that?" Gabriel demanded.
"That," Dean grinned, "was Castiel."
"Well I'll be damned," Gabriel whistled. "He was hitting on you. He's growing up. I don't envy you. We got a big family and he has lots of older brothers. Me included."