What felt like hours later, Cas finally noticed the pitch blackness around them. After the kiss, she had lent her head against Dean's shoulder, feeling the muscle through his thin shirt.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked him, realising she was still wearing his jacket and making to take it off.
"Yeah, a little, but don't worry you can keep it. I have a zillion others at home."
"Really?" Cas replied, questioning both the fact that she was allowed to keep the leather jacket and the fact that he had a collection.
"Yeah, they were my dad's." She felt him stiffen slightly at the mention of his dad, but shook it off, "you'll have to come and see them, some are really pretty."
Cas smiled, she had no idea Dean was this human, normal. She had always seen him as a jock, cool, girls falling at his feet, and yet he was more and less and the same time. He was beautiful and had a way with people that made you want to do whatever he told you, and yet just wanted to sit on a bench looking out over the lights of the town with the school's bookworm, when he could have been at a party with a cheerleader on each arm.
They sat like that, Cas' head on Dean's shoulder, every now and then one would comment on something, the other would agree and then they both would return into the comfortable silence, their breathing mirrored, their fingers intertwined. That was when Cas noticed the time on the face of Dean's black watch.
"Crap!" Cas sat up quickly, it was almost one in the morning. Gabe would either be home or in the process of getting there, he would panic. She hadn't told him where she was going in an aim to avoid the banter, maybe not such a good idea when your brother was the 'call the police first, ask questions later' kind of guy. "I need to get home; my brother's going to flip!"
Dean sat up looking at his watch, he too noticed the time. "Oh crap! I told Sam I'd be back at ten." He stood up taking Cas' hand. "Time flies when you're having fun, eh." He winked.
They walked back through down the overgrown path, Dean holding the branches out of the way, as he did on the way to the bench. Cas put on her helmet herself this time as Dean climbed on he turned around to her,
"thank you for tonight."
"Why are you thanking me? You organised this." The smile was evident in her voice.
"Yes, but it wouldn't have been nearly so special if I had done it by myself", he returned her smile.
"Now get on, or our brothers will beat us three ways from Sunday."
He had a fair point so without another word; she got on the back of the bike, once again wrapping her arms around Dean. Somehow it felt different, good different, as though before she had just been holding on so as not to fall off; now it was more like she was holding on because he wanted her too, not just to save her from tumbling off the back, but he wanted to share that moment with her.
"So, where to now?" they were back within the town limits heading down the main street.
"Left at the bottom, down to the end, right and third on the left."
"And straight on till morning", Dean teased.
She giggled, it was quite appropriate; Gabe was the veritable Peter Pan, complete with the sense of humour of a six year old.
They pulled up in front of her house. The lights were on; Cas noticed the upstairs curtain twitch as the engine cut out.
"Thank you, Dean, I had fun."
"As far as first dates go it wasn't too bad was it?"
"Not at all", Cas smiled, thinking to herself that it was the best night of her life, "see you around?"
"I'll ring you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Of course", she replied. She started to walk towards to her front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said playfully holding on to her wrist and pulling her in for a kiss.
She knew she would get teased for weeks; she could feel Gabriel's eyes on her back and could easily picture him raising her eyebrows.
"Good… goodnight", she said once her heart rate had slowed down enough to let her speak.
"Sleep well", he looked at her once more with those beautiful, warm green eyes before turning the key in the ignition and kicking off from the curb.
She followed him down the street with her eyes, grinning to herself, at the same time preparing herself for the onslaught of mocking the minute she put one foot through the door.
Once Dean had rounded the corner, she turned in her heels and walked towards the blue painted door, the colour had been her idea, it was welcoming in her opinion, even if the only people it welcomed was her, her brother and the postman. She turned the handle and entered into the dark hallway, pushing on the wood of the door to close it so as to avoid the creaking, a trick taught to her by the master of silent exits, Gabriel.