Here ya go, chapter number 3. Let me know what you think!

"Hello, my name is Dean, and I'll be your server today," Dean tries his hardest to keep his voice kind and smooth, "here's your menus and I'll be back in a moment with some water." Cas still hasn't shown any hint that he's noticed Dean is copying him word for word.

"Thank you, Dean," the gaggle of girls chorus. They giggle as he walks away. Normally, he'd flirt with them, even though they're definitely jailbait, but not today. No, today the focus is Cas. More importantly, convincing him to have what will probably be his first one night stand ever with Dean.

"You okay over there?" Cas asks from his perch along the counter. He looks up from his paperwork.

"I'll never survive it," Dean jokes, "teenagers are just so crafty. Save me, Cas." They both laugh, but Cas does blush, just a little. To any onlooker, it wouldn't have been noticeable, but Dean saw it plain as day.

"I'll ride in on my white horse if you need me," Cas teases.

"My prince." Dean sets a hand over his heart, batting his lashes before picking up the tray of waters. He starts to walk away but turns back, a little pout on his face. "Wait a minute. That makes me the princess in the tower."

"Go take those girls their water and eye candy, Rapunzel." This time, Cas has Dean blushing. Or he would've if men blushed. Soldiers don't blush, Dean reminds himself, so I most definitely did not. When all the girls turn to watch his approach, he stifles a sigh and decides to play along with their game. Besides, maybe he'll get a bigger tip out of it. Oh, yeah, sure. That's why you're flirting with girls. He lifts his hand and gives a small finger wave, flashing a panty-dropping smile. The teens giggle and sigh, watching intently.

"Alright, ladies, here's your waters. Do you know what you'd like to drink?" It takes a few of them a few seconds to come out of their stupor, but they all manage to place an order with minimal stuttering.

"Wow, you really do have them under your spell." Cas turns towards Dean. "I'd anticipate a big tip. Or a stack of phone numbers."

"Phone numbers I'll never use. Those girls are jailbait and I'm not falling for it."

"Oh, definitely not," Cas says with an over-exaggerated shake of his head.

"I'll have you know, I've got my eye on a different prize for tonight."

"Is that so? And what prize would that be?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Prince Charming." Dean winks and finishes getting the drinks, walking them over calmly. He puts a little strut in his stride, making sure Cas gets a nice view of his ass. Because no way can he not feel those eyes searing holes through him. Could use them in place of a knife to take our clothes off some night.

Wait- some night? No. Dean Winchester only does one night, not some nights. So no. That's a no go. He won't stick around for long enough to find out if that stare really can burn through his clothes.

"And here are your drinks. Now, have you had enough time to decide on your meal?" They order and he returns to Cas, noticing his eyelids start to droop. Now, that just won't do.

"Hey, sleepy. Come on, up and at 'em. I think it's probably time for a break." Dean sends the order back to the kitchen and, seeing as it's his only table, signals to the on-shift manager that he's taking his break. He only receives a token protest as he pulls the papers out from under Cas.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"Making you take a break. You need to," Dean informs his target, one arm wrapped around his waist as he practically carries the man to the back of the diner.

"But-"

"No. You're going to collapse. It's two hours into my shift, which means you've been up for over fifteen hours. Assuming you were awake for an hour or two before that, it's probably more like seventeen hours. Although that's a low estimate. You need sleep." They get to the back and Dean notices a couch. Perfect. He settles Cas onto it and the man peers curiously into his eyes.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I like you, Cas. You seem like a good guy." Dean leans in to add in a low whisper, "Doesn't hurt that you're amazingly sexy, too."

"I'm who you're trying to woo today?"

"Woo might not be the right word, but yes. I want you."

"Oh."

"Didn't expect that?"

"No, I didn't. But I like you, too." Dean smiles into blue eyes.

"I know, Cas. Now, sleep. We won't get to have some fun later unless you're able to be awake for it."

"Wake me after your shift?"

"Of course." Dean returns to the diner, a warm glow inside from taking care of Cas. It should be Sammy you're taking care of, you stupid shit. You know rule number one. Dean tries to shake the negative thoughts out of his head, but now that Cas is out of the room, it feels as if they've come back with a vengeance. Why did they leave him alone when Cas was here? Is Cas just so distracting that he can't even think about how worthless he is? It's not like you have a brain anyway. You didn't even make it through high school. His pocket knife starts whispering to him again from its place in his pocket. He tries to tune it out, but the low hum of its words is always there, just under the real world.

Dean lifts a tray laden with food. No. He won't give in to it. He will stand strong. Besides, Cas shouldn't have to see how broken he is on their first time together. Your only time together. Even if that wasn't your rule, he wouldn't want you for any longer than that. Dean strides to the back to check on Cas, make sure he actually went to sleep instead of continuing the paperwork. With his eyes closed and at rest, his face is so smooth and peaceful. Beautiful. You'll break him, destroy him, just like you will Sammy. One night, Dean, and then walk away. Leave him in peace.