Cas hugged his torso and got up. He tugged on an old Iron Maiden tshirt, and grabbed his keys. "Can I buy you coffee?" He asked, quietly. He grabbed his wallet.

Dean sat up, stretching his arms, before jumping off the bed. "That's very nice of you, but you really don't have to." He smiled at the offer, following Castiel out of the room.

Cas sat down in the driver's seat, but not before his brothers stepped out onto the front porch. "You're leaving the house today?" Bal looked at Gabe. "Gabe, he's leaving the house, we have a wiiinner!" He sang. Gabe did a golf clap. Cas rolled his eyes and shut his door, driving out into the street and to the coffee shop.

Dean suppressed a small laugh, turning his glance to Castiel. "What, you don't usually come out of the house?" He asked in the most casual voice he could possibly imitate at the moment, giving off a warm smile.

Cas looked away, biting his lip. "Not usually. I don't have friends." He said, sounding a little bitter. "Do you want coffee or not?" He asked, nudging him as he got out of the car now. He tried to take the joke easily, but he couldn't seem to manage it.

"Ah, yeah, of course." Dean stummered out, quickly getting out of the car and following Castiel. "I didn't mean to offend you, I know that brothers can be tough to deal with sometimes. I just got curious, y'know. Do they usually bring many friends to the house?"

He shook his head. "They go out. I think they're embarrassed of me sometimes." He said, stepping up to the counter. "He wants his black. Can I have my usual? Thanks, dear." The girl behind the counter batted her eye lashes and smiled, walking away with a contented sigh and an overly enthusiastic nod. "Okay, Cas." She smiled as he turned to get the pitcher of coffee for Dean. "Are you staying, or going?" She asked, looking to Dean slightly.

She'd just then noticed that her daily customer had a decently attractive friend with him this time. Cas smiled. "To go. Thanks." He winked, and turned to face Dean.

The girl set the pitcher down and grabbed two to go cups and pushed the holders over each of them. "Yes, of course. I'll have those ready in a minute." She said, a little disappointed. Her facial features had tensed. She turned around to gather the other supplies she needed and to fill the cups with the machine instead. After dropping one of them on the ground, she apologized, and grabbed another one.

"That's alright. We're not in any hurry." His voice was as smooth as silk. Cas had her wrapped around his finger. If he ever did go out, it was to get coffee, and she would always play it sweet on him. They studied together a few times, for SATs. She went to the school in the next town over. Cas smiled, sipping his warm cappuccino.

Dean took his coffee, throwing a curious look at the girl as they walked away. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Aren't you a little player, huh?" he teased, nudging Cas slightly. "Not very nice of you, Cas, having that girl on a leash like that, you should talk to her." He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

"What's the point?" He asked, opening the car door for Dean. "My heart's been taken quite a long time." He shrugged. "She knows that. She's just nice to me."

"Yeah, right, just nice, my ass." Dean barked out a laugh, watching as Cas leaned against the car door. "She is all over you and you're just eating it up. What, thought I didn't notice the wink?" Dean teased, crooking an eyebrow.

"Look, you have your girls, I have mine." He sipped his coffee. "Jealous?" He asked, feeling Dean leaning closer. "I did no such thing as to wink!" He huffed sarcastically, and nipped Dean's bottom lip.

Dean grinned down at him, raising his eyebrows. "Jealous? Who? Me? Nah-" He shook his head, letting out a small laugh. "I just think it's a bit unfair to her. Why should I be jealous?"

Cas shrugged. "She might start to spit in my coffee or something." He explained, getting in the car then. They drove to the book shop, and got out without any feeling of needing to rush. Cas took Dean's hand once they were inside, and walked over to the biography section. "Usually I don't like other people, but I heard Marilyn Monroe has a new biography out. They aired it on HBO, I was hoping there'd be a book for it or something."

He chewed on his lip, holding the cappuccino out to the side as he bent over. He scanned the shelves for a few seconds, and then crouched down, letting Dean's hand go. "Do you like to read, Dean?" He asked after a while. He pulled out a white book with red lettering and put it under the arm of the hand his coffee was in, and took Dean's hand again with his free one.

Dean followed Castiel all the way to the book store, watching him silently right until he got struck by the question. "Well, that depends." He began, humming in his thinking process. "I guess I do like to, but I just don't read that often. But that's just because I only read something that would interest me from the first glance." Dean shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee and throwing the empty cup away. "And you read a lot, right?"

He nodded. "When work is slow, and yknow. When I'm home alone on Saturday nights." He snickered and looked to their hands. "Maybe we could go out for a weekend here or there." His shoulders raised in a shrug. "I might find I like being out of the house."

Dean smiled, giving off a light squeeze to Castiel's hand. "Of course we could. We have to, and we will." He assured, slowly making his way out of that section. "You can pick any place you want, I don't mind." Dean shrugged, glancing at Cas to make sure he was still following him. "Are you going to look for any other books? Or do you want to stay here anyway or...?"

"Hey there's that gay bar in town-" He snickered, and started to pick up another book or two from a new section now. He skimmed the back, and put them on the shelf again. "Oooh-" He picked up another, and put it in his arms, walking to the check out. "What do you wanna do? I feel like relaxing today." He asked.

Dean's eyes widened at the reply, letting out a soft chuckle and shaking his head."I don't think you need anymore alcohol, while I'm around at least. You get a little feisty. Besides, no one will let you inside a bar, and that includes gay ones." He muttered, watching him curiously as they made their way to check out. "We can drive somewhere, or back to your place, or mine. It's all up to you."

"I wanna drive." He said softly. "To nowhere. To everywhere. Do you trust me Dean?" He asked. "When do you have to work next?"