Author's Note #1:
I'm so sorry for taking so long guys! I took a few lazy days and just now finished writing this. I promise work diligently the rest of the afternoon and evening time so that I can have a new chapter up for y'all within the next few days.
Chapter 4: Daunting Realization
Castiel spent a few hours dilly dallying around his apartment in giddiness but his mind was never far from his story and eventually the urge to continue writing won out and he found himself in front of his computer once again.
The two men continue talking and getting to know more about each other as the night progressed; neither one really giving much attention to the time and the pizza and beer had finished hours ago. They were about to start delving further into each other's pasts when Dean happened to look at the clock on the cable box near the TV.
"HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed as he hurriedly got up from the couch.
"What's wrong, Dean?" asks Castiel through a yawn.
"It's two fify-seven, Cas! I've got work tomorrow! Listen," he says as he walks a little a closer towards Castiel who has stood up to walk Dean to the door, "I had an awesome time tonight. Could we do it again some time?" Dean asks shyly.
Castiel is taken by surprise and doesn't answer immediately; merely squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side in confusion. Dean starts to look a little disheartened before he realizes that he should probably give an answer before the mechanic leaves with the wrong idea.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get the 'deer in the headlights' look but...I am unused to persons that actually want to continue interacting with me; I was just in shock. Of course, I would love to do this again. Though, may I suggest that we do this on the weekends? It seems that we are both quite busy during the week."
Dean's eyes light up with joy. "Alright! Yeah, man! I'll see ya later, Cas." Just as Dean was heading out the door, Castiel places a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Should we not exchange numbers before you leave? Or is that no longer the correct social protocol? My 'people' skills are rather 'rusty', I'm afraid," Castiel finishes sheepishly.
Dean bursts with laughter before he answers, "Yeah, man, that's my fault. Got ahead of myself for a second there. Here, give me your phone and I'll type in my number and you can text or call me later and I'll add you on mine." As he finishes his statement, he holds out an expectant hand in which Castiel unceremoniously places his phone where it proceeds to fall to the floor. "Sorry, Cas, I shoulda had a better grip on it," says Dean while he bends down to get the phone not knowing that Castiel had the same intention. When their hands met over the phone, they both felt an immediate electric charge and goosebumps shoot up their arms which causes both men to gasp in surprise as their eyes meet in a daze. They stare at each other as if for the first time truly seeing each other and there is a shiver that makes it's way down both their spines. The green eyed man finds himself alternating his gaze between blue eyes and pink lips and he slowly leans in but what his intentions are...even he doesn't know. He is taken from his reverie when he hears Castiel gasp in surprise again. He shakes himself mentally and quickly grabs the phone and inputs his number before handing it back to a wide-eyed Castiel. "Um...I'll see ya 'round, Cas," he says as he walks out the door.
When Dean is seated in his car, he takes a moment to think about what just happened. Was I about to kiss him? No...I just met him...he is cute though. OK so...I think I'm into him but...who's to say he's interested back? I've gotta be careful with this one; don't wanna scare him off. Dean continues his mental battle all the way to his place.
Meanwhile, Castiel is halfway through a panic attack. He has already concluded that Dean was about to kiss him and that he was going to allow him to for whatever reason. Ok, he is dashingly good looking. He may as well not lie to himself about the chemistry they have, either. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, there has been a constant buzz of magnetism drawing them together and he is only recognizing it now because it left when Dean walked out the door. He pulls out his phone once more and sends Dean a text:
Hello, Dean. It's Castiel. I just realized that
even though I was supposed to pay for your
dinner, you ended up doing so. Allow me to
remedy that this weekend. We'll go do what-
ever you want and I'll pay. Which days work
best for you? I am free Friday afternoon all
the way until Sunday evening.
Dean smiled widely when he received the text and immediately typed out a reply:
I didn't even realize! But if you insist on re-
paying me...I'm free Saturday and Sunday.
And we don't have to do what I want the
WHOLE time. We can take turns picking
stuff to do.
C:
Are you sure? Nobody ever seems to enjoy
the same things I do. The last thing I wish
is to bore you.
D:
Dude. Seriously. What the fuck kind of people
do you usually interact with? I hope you don't
consider them friends.
C:
I do not have any friends per se. Just coworkers
that venture to get to know me and then are
discouraged after getting to know me.
D:
That is literal and utter shit, dude, I'll be your
friend.
C:
But we hardly know each other. How can you
know that is what you desire already?
D:
I just spent the last 11 or so hours with you,
man, and I offered to spend more time with
you. That isn't clue enough?
C:
I'm sorry.
D:
It's alright, Cas. I'll talk to you tomorrow after
work or something. Goodnight.
Both men fall to sleep with a smile on their faces.
Castiel decides to call it a day at this point and saves the document before starting to make himself something to eat before going to bed. As he sets about his kitchen making pasta, his mind is reeling with what he should put himself and Dean through. Dean and I could go to a museum and see a movie...possibly go to a bar... He pauses for a moment as he realizes what he just did...he really is screwed up in the head. He's not even thinking about them as characters anymore. He eats his food and contemplates the consequences of what he's doing. I'm falling in love with a man that doesn't exist...is the last thought that runs through his mind before getting ready for bed.
Author's Note #2:
Alright guys, what do you think? I have a lot of plans for this thing and not enough energy in my little fingers to write it all at once D: