Chapter Four

Diner - Friday

It wasn't a date. It was just two friends spending their lunch break together. That's what Dean told himself, anyway. The place was like every other diner in America. It had bubblegum colored furniture, great milkshakes and a kick-ass jukebox. As it was Friday, the place was pretty packed but they didn't mind. It really just enhanced the atmosphere of the place. Thankfully, the diner smelt good too, unlike Principal Mills' office, it had a freshly grounded coffee aroma mixed with grilled burgers. Perfect.

"You know what I think?" Dean said, sliding in to the booth bench opposite Cassie.

"What?" she said, her chin balancing on the palm of her hand.

"You need to...what's the word? Relax more, I guess...have some more fun in your life." he commented as he glanced down at the menú on the sterile diner table.

"I do have fun and I am relaxed." she answered stiffly.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"After we've taken our orders, I'll tell you." he answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're very mysterious, Dean Winchester."

"Aren't I just?" he grinned, sliding the menú over to Cas. While her eyes skimmed over the options, he began to make a plane out of the paper napkins.

"What's that?" Cassie asked with curiosity, placing the menú on the table. Dean seemed to be making some sort of shape out of the tissues but so far it didn't resemble anything at all.

"It's a plane. See, these are the wings." he pouted, chucking it in to the air but to his dismay it just dropped back on to the table in front of him.

"Do me a favor. Don't become an engineer." she giggled, undoing Dean's masterpiece and folding it again before letting it fly. This time it glided through the air, landing on the waitresses tray. Cas raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'And that's how it's done.'.

"Show off." Dean grumbled but a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

The waitress coughed, grabbing their attention. "May I take ya order? And this is yours, ain't it?" she asked, placing the paper plane back on their table, causing them both to laugh a little. a de

"Yes, that's ours. Sorry." Cassie apologized, her face flushing a deep crimson.

"Not a problem, honey. I thought it was kinda good." the waitress explained, making Dean roll his eyes. "I guess I'll have a small vanilla slurg and apple pie." he told her. Just thinking about the pie made him drool. He hadn't had one in ages and couldn't wait to taste the fresh foamy cream against the warm crust. Pure heaven.

"Sorry, we only have large milkshakes."

"Oh, I guess I-" he began but Cas interrupted him mid-sentence, saying "That's fine. We can share, I was going to order the same thing."

"Alright-y. Anythin' else?" she said, blowing a bubble out of gum.

"Yeah a burger, please." Cas ordered. She adored them. Wait, no, adored wasn't the right word. She was addicted to them. They were easily her favorite food despite the fact they were supposed to be incredibly unhealthy for you and weren't exactly a gourmet meal. Her parents thought disapprovingly about them. They were nice people but sometimes their upper class status really bugged her. They would constantly belittle people around them, not that they intended it to be that way, it was just how they were brought up, she supposed.

Once the waitress left with their order, Dean stood up, holding out his hand for Cassie to take. Her eyes flickered down to his outstretched hand, wondering what he was planning on doing. Deciding to trust him nonetheless she slipped her petite hand into his surprisingly smooth hand and was led to the jukebox. "Right. You told me you were one to have loadsa fun, right? Now you can prove it. Choose a song." Dean explained, slipping on his shades as he leaned against the side of the jukebox.

Cas wondered what he was up to. Why would choosing a song prove that? Nonetheless, she glanced over the choices, smiling at the ones she recognized. "Got one." Cas announced. "Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? Now that's what I'm talkin' about. I was pretty sure you were going to choose somethin' by the Chordettes or the like. I guess I was wrong about you, Cassie." he said with a dimpled smile, slotting a nickel in to the machine. As the song started, Dean copied the riff with his air guitar, earning a soft giggle from Cas. "You told me you knew how to have fun, so c'mon. Dance with me." Dean said, holding out his hand, wiggling his fingers.

"No, I couldn't possibly...people will stare."

"Are you tellin' me, you're embarrassed? Look, they're not even paying attention." Dean explained, his eyes scanning the diner, noticing that only a couple of people were sneaking a glance at them.

"But I don't know how to dance..." Cas said, desperately trying to find an excuse.

"Pfft. What a loada rubbish. Everyone can dance." Dean answered and taking her hand, he spun her around, the movement causing her skirt to swish around her knees. Cas looked stunned for a minute before her look of surprise became a contagious smile.

"Come on, Miss Novak. Let's see your moves." he grinned, pulling her so close that he could smell her familiar scent of lavender. It took a few moments but soon Cas let herself relax in to the music. She began to sway her hips in time and did the occasional hop to the beat, oblivious of the onlookers in the diner. It wasn't like she was a complete embarrassment when it came to dancing, because she'd had some 'Swing' classes at school so she knew the basics but she'd always been wary of what people thought of her and always accordingly. Forgetting about all of that, she let Dean spin her around as he danced in synchronization with her. "We're putting Fred Astaire to shame." Dean commented.

"You wish!" she exclaimed, her voice slightly breathless as Dean quickly put in another nickel in to the jukebox and selected the all-time favorite "Rock Around The Clock". "May I have this dance, my lady?" Dean bowed.

"You may, kind sir." she replied, taking both his hands, her feet tapping to the beat. "One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock!" Cas sang, surprising Dean by her sudden outgoing nature.

"Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock..." Dean sang back, copying Cas as she began dancing the Lindy Hop. "Who'd have thought you were such Broadway material?" he teased, mixing in some Charleston moves, trying to impress her as Cassie spun around him.

"You're such a tease." she replied, propping her glasses back on to the bridge of her nose. Her little distraction however, made her trip over Dean's fast moving feet, causing to her yelp. Much to her surprise though, he'd caught her just in time, dipping her as if it were a planned dance move all along. "Good reflexes." Cas commented, giggling nervously as she found her feet again.

"I like to think so." he replied, his stomach grumbling. "Oops, guess I'm hungrier than I thought." Dean said, smiling sheepishly.

"Speaking of which, there's the waitress with our food."

"Great timing..." Dean remarked.

They began to dig in to their food almost instantaneously, their hunger intensified by all the effort they had put in to the dancing. "Man...this is delicious. I could eat this everyday...no doubt." Dean mumbled, his mouth full.

"You're disgusting." she smirked.

"You know what they say, all the best people are."

"That's not a thing. No one says that."

"They will now." Dean replied, watching in amusement as Cassie rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"So, tell me something about yourself, Dean." she drawled, changing the subject.

"Like what?"

"What's you favorite band?"

"Elvis, for sure."

"Gabi was right...I don't suppose you feed the homeless and own a black motorcycle too?"

"No, why? Do I look like the kind of guy who would?"

"Something my sister said." Cas said, waving her hand dismissively.

"What's your favorite band, then?" Dean asked, shoving a new spoonful of pie in his mouth.

"Would it be totally cliché to say Elvis, too?"

"Prob'ly." Dean answered, his eyes crinkling from the smile that was plastered on his face.

"But I'll listen to anything really." she mentioned, leaning across the table, reaching for the milkshake that was strategically in the middle. To her surprise, it was at that same moment that Dean had decided to take a sip too. Her soft lips parted, letting the straw slide out of her mouth as their eyes met for a fleeting moment, noses but an inch from each other. Closing his eyes, Dean cupped her face, tucking a lose strand of her hair behind her ear as he leaned closer, firmly yet gently pressing their lips together, his senses succumbing to the sweet taste of vanilla. Once the sensation ceased, Dean's eyes snapped open, the crushing realization of what he'd just done hitting him full force. He pulled away from her quickly, placing enough dollars on the table for both of their meals. "I...I can't do this...it's not right...I can't be here." he explained, his voice wavering slightly. Before Cassie could even get a word out, he ran out of the diner in to the street and out of sight.

Cas stared at the empty seat in front of her, tears welling in her eyes. She slipped off her glasses and roughly wiped away at her sore eyes. What had she done wrong? Was it the kiss? Was it really that bad? What was she thinking, kissing him like that? He'd probably kissed plenty of other girls and there was Cas the little innocent girl that she was, having just kissed for the first time. It was pathetic. She should just stick to her textbooks and be done with it. Guys like him never fell for girls like her. She shoved her glasses back on and stormed out of the diner, sighing with relief as the crisp September air whistled past her flushed face.

To be continued...