Day 04: On A Date
Title: The Benefits of Chick Flicks
Summary: Sam brainwashes Cas with a chick flick, but Dean can't bring himself to be mad this one time.
Notes: Warning: Severe amounts of fluff. By the way, the movie Cas mentions is called "50 First Dates" (I've watched it before; I thought it was actually pretty good myself).
"Dean," Castiel said as he and Dean walked back to the Impala after interviewing a distraught girlfriend, "Why don't we go on dates?"
Dean snorted, "Because look how that turned out for Sarah Johnson. Poor chick saw her boyfriend get decapitated at a drive-in theatre."
Castiel frowned, "I'm serious, Dean."
"Really?" He said, and with Castiel's firm nod, he cocked an eyebrow and added, "What's up with the sudden need for romance?"
"I was watching this movie with Sam..."
"Oh God," Dean groaned, "He brainwashed you with a Chick Flick, didn't he?"
"It was about this man that liked this girl who had short-term memory lost," Castiel explained, ignoring Dean's eye roll at the already cheesy plot, "Since she would never be able to remember him, he was forced to come up with new ways to meet her every day and go on a date. It was very...touching."
Dean stared at him, "If I hadn't had thoroughly checked last night, I would think you were growing a vagina."
Castiel gave him an exasperated look, "Dean."
"Okay, okay," Dean said, throwing his hands up in surrender, "We'll go out to dinner tonight. I'm sure Sam can hold down the fort while we're gone."
Castiel's small, secret smile in response was almost enough to quell the sudden spike of anxiety that coiled in Dean's stomach.
"What's up with the monkey suit?" Sam asked as Dean tugged at his stubborn cuff links.
"Because of you and your girly movie taste, Cas and I are gonna go out on a date." Dean told him curtly, glancing up at the clock to see how much time he had left before Cas arrived.
"Okay," Sam said, obvious puzzlement in his tone, "But why are you in a suit?"
Dean sighed, silently dreading how freaking gay this was gonna sound, "Because it's Cas' first date, and if I have to do it, I'm damn well gonna do it right."
Sam could only hold in his fit of disbursing giggles for a pathetic total of three seconds, "That's so…sweet."
Dean scowled, "Shut up." Sam grinned and looked about to tease him further, but a sudden ruffle of feather interrupted him.
"Hello, Sam." Castiel greeted with a nod before he turned to Dean, "Hello, Dean..." He trailed off at Dean's outfit, his gaze soaking up the suit and tie almost hungrily.
Dean smirked, "Hey, Cas. You ready to go?"
Castiel shook off his daze and nodded, "Yes."
"Awesome," Dean said with a grin, smacking Cas on the back and leading him out of the motel room, "Get ready for the night of your life."
When they pulled up at the fancy, expensive restaurant, Dean decided that he was going to be a nice gentlemen and walk over to open the door for his date. Of course, his plan was foiled because as soon as he cut the engine, Cas teleported out of the vehicle before Dean could even reach for the door handle.
"This doesn't look like your usual style of eatery." Castiel noted with a tilt of his head.
"I thought I'd class it up a little." Dean said nonchalantly with a shrug as they walked through the parking lot.
"Yeah, we got a reservation for Winchester." Dean told the hostess with a moderate amount of awkwardness in his voice once they made it inside.
The hostess nodded and picked up two menus, sending the two a blinding (yet obviously faked) smile as she said sweetly, "Follow me, Gentlemen." Dean knew Cas was shooting him curious glances at the sudden change of scenery, so he made sure to pointedly stare ahead as the hostess led them to their table.
As soon as she seated them (in a nice yet small table with lit candles in the center like in all those sappy romance movies), she said with false cheer, "Your waiter will be here shortly to take your orders." Dean bobbed his head in silent gratitude as the hostess left.
"Dean," Castiel said, examining the set of utensils that were neatly arranged in his napkin, "There are two different types of spoons and forks. Is our meal going to be that immense that we will require such addition utensils?"
"Nah, they're for different uses," I think, he left off, "One's for regular while the other is for, like...salad and shit."
Castiel tilted his head to the side but didn't voice his confusion, something Dean was eternally grateful for (since he had no fucking clue himself either). Clearing his throat, Dean picked up a menu and started looking for the cheapest thing possible...
By then, he promptly started to freak the fuck out.
First of all, he didn't even see anything that looked even a shred familiar on the menu. Honestly, it was like the whole menu was written in a whole other language (which yeah, this was an Italian restaurant and all, but he had expected it to be at least somewhat dumbed down for shit-head Americans like himself). All he wanted was just spaghetti and maybe a slice of pizza, but he couldn't even find that! And the prices...seriously, it wasn't like this was his last meal, okay? Why would he spend that much on something he's only gonna shit out later?
With a gulp, he glanced up and saw Castiel staring at his own menu with a perplexed look on his face. Dean swallowed the lump building in his throat and arched an eyebrow, suggesting plainly, "Bail?"
Like the fucking awesome boyfriend he was, Castiel nodded hurriedly, seeming relieved at the suggestion, "Yes."
They ended up eating at the crummy diner down the road. The building was a little shady and he was half-certain that their waiter was on crack, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he watched with utter fondness as Castiel devoured his second burger.
"This pie is heavenly, Cas." Dean told him, pushing the fork into his boyfriend's mouth with determination. Castiel accepted the bite without even a pause of hesitation, lips wrapping around the utensil and sliding the food into his mouth. He cocked his head as he chewed, curiosity and contempt in his expression.
"This pie does not have any celestial origins," Castiel informed him after he swallowed, adding, "But it is very delicious."
Dean choked on his coke in a fit of laughter.
"So," Dean said as they walked back to the Impala, "Did the date live up to your cheesy expectations?" He hated how much his stomach churned as he waited for the angel's answer.
"It was wonderful, Dean," Castiel said with that microscopic smile of his, "Thank you for indulging me on my 'chick' needs."
Dean cracked a smile, shrugging as he agreed gruffly, "Yeah, it wasn't the disaster I thought it would be."
Castiel sighed and squeezed his hand, leaning in and kissing Dean chastely on the cheek, "I mean it; thank you."
Dean smirked and pulled Castiel to a stop, wrapping his arms around his neck and murmuring against his lips, "Forgive me for being forward, but do you put out on the first date?"
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