Dean shifted the things in his bag around while Castiel started to take his shirt off. The hunter turned around gave a small jump of surprise at the fact that Castiel was undressing in front of him. He stripped down to his boxers and started to mess with the clothes on the bed. It was all Dean could do to not be terribly obvious that he was watching. And wanting. His cheeks started to burn.
Castiel dressed in one of Dean's brown T-shirts and worn jeans, the dress shoes didn't exactly fit the outfit and Dean pointed this out. "Keep them, though." he said. "They'll come in handy for jobs. If things ever get back to normal around here."
Castiel looked down at his shoes. He didn't know what normal meant, and Dean didn't know where here was.
"We'll get your some regular shoes, some... other clothes." Now it was getting awkward. Why did he have to say it like that?
Castiel just nodded, though, as Dean walked to the table, uncomfortable.
"I'll teach you to drive, too, if you want." he said.
"I won't be going anywhere alone."
"Unless you have to."
Castiel tilted his head.
"In case something happens to me and Sam. You take good care of that car."
Even Castiel could understand how big a deal that was for Dean. He was "leaving" him the Impala. This was huge. "Thank you, Dean." he said. He went to grab his coat and Dean took it before he could.
"Give it a break." Dean said. He looked so much better without it. And in Dean's clothes, no less. "You hungry?"
"I think so."
"We'll stop by a diner on the way to Bobby's. I need some pie."
"Pie." Castiel repeated, smiling.
Dean made the excuse of cleaning the Impala until Sam came out. Anything to not be alone with Castiel.
"Why are you out here?" he asked.
"It hasn't rained in a while, she's getting dirty." Dean said, moving on from the doors to the hood with the old red rag. He looked over his shoulder to see that Sam was alone. "Where's Cas?"
"Taking a shower."
He muffled a sigh. Now he needed a bigger distraction.
"He wouldn't until I told him I'd come sit with you. He's been watching through the window."
Dean smiled for a second but hid it.
"Is there something going on with you and him?"
"What?" Dean spun around and was ready to argue.
"Does he know something I don't?"
Dean opened his mouth to deny anything else his brother might think, but Sam cut him off.
"You can trust me, Dean, I'm handling myself. If there's something he knows, some clue about how to make the apocalypse easier at all, I need to know."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to his car. "He knows all we know, Sammy. He's just another soldier now."
"You're sure?"
"He hasn't told me anything new, and if he knows, he will."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"Whatever you say." Sam shrugged and went back into the room.
They were on the road in a half hour, Sam relaxed in the back with his laptop, Castiel was in the passenger's seat, observing, Dean was driving and not saying a word. The music was rather quiet, but he didn't notice. All he could think about was what was said in the hospital room. Had Castiel taken offense to what he said? What if he hadn't said it? Who would he have woken up next to? Oh who was he kidding, that would never happen....
Well maybe not never. But not right away. Dean didn't even know anymore. His logic wasn't meeting with reality anymore, and he didn't want it to. He just wanted to have something he wanted before the world ended.
"Hey, Cas." Sam said, breaking Dean's insane thoughts. "Turn it up a little, would you?"
"Oh, sure, Sam." Castiel leaned at the radio and went for the volume knob.
The music finally registered with Dean and he had another distraction.
They found a diner and sat in a corner, in a booth. Sam slid in across from Dean and Castiel slid in next to Dean on the little red bench. Dean felt Castiel's body heat and picked up a menu to hide his face, just in case it was redder than he'd liked.
"Oh, right." Castiel said softly like it was a reminder and picked up the menu in front of him.
Sam shook his head and picked up his menu. If Castiel was going to learn from Dean, things were bound to get interesting.
The waitress came to the table with her little notepad. "You boys ready to order?" she asked, smiling, particularly as Castiel.
He smiled back and Dean gave Sam a look. Sam held back a laugh and turned his attention to the waitress. "Yeah, I'll have the French toast."
She scribbled on her little pad and turned to Dean.
"Is your pie ready?" he asked.
"Pie?" she questioned.
"Yeah, apple?"
Sam shook his head again. It was never too early for Dean to have pie.
"Sure." she said, writing it down and looking at him with confusion. She went on to Castiel.
"Um..." He looked back at the menu and then at Sam. "I'll have what he's having."
"Two French toasts and one piece of pie." She gave Castiel another smile, which he returned, and walked away.
Dean nudged Castiel with his elbow and said, "Don't be smiling at every pretty face that walks by."
"Why shouldn't he, you do." Sam said.
Dean gave him a look that told him to not get involved and Sam smiled. He began to watch the tennis match.
"I was being nice." Castiel said.
"That's fine here, but in bars, smiles mean other things." Dean said.
"I have observed you in bars, I know what smiles mean.
"You've observed me in bars?"
"Of course. I was protecting you."
"From what?"
"You never know when a demon could strike."
Dean looked at Sam and decided his brother was enjoying this way too much.
"You sick son of a bitch." Dean, shook his head. But he couldn't help smiling.
When the food came, Castiel studied his meal for a while before actually eating it.
Sam was the first to ask him how he liked it once he started. Castiel just nodded as he stuffed his face, he was hunched over his plate like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Dean smiled at his eagerness.
"Wait till you try pie." he said.
Castiel stopped eating for a second and looked over at Dean with a full mouth. He smiled.