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The day had finally come. Cas had waited a long three weeks to finally see Dean again, but now there was another reason for his anxiety. His trench coat was nowhere to be found. The way he figured, Dean was the only one who could have it, or at least know where it was.
Cas sat in his office, attempting to go unnoticed and avoid as much work as possible. The busyness had died down. Gabe could handle the few patients left, plus the hygienists were there until 4 o'clock.
Cas backed up his chair and laid his head on his desk, leveling his back. He was exhausted. Cas had lost a lot of sleep worrying about the whole situation. He didn't want to believe it, but the only possible solution was that Dean had taken his prized possession.
But why? Cas knew Dean had probably stolen before, considering his police record, but there was nothing of value about his coat, only sentiment. It was pretty beat up and didn't look valuable at all, so why would Dean have stolen it?
Cas wished it wasn't true, but at the same time he wished it was. If Dean had taken his coat, he could get it back today, even if he had to follow Dean home. Although, there was no telling if Cas could get it back if Dean wasn't willing.
If he didn't have it then Cas would be relieved that Dean couldn't have done something like that to him. But on the other hand, he would still be without his precious trench coat.
Cas sighed, his eyes drooping into a light sleep.
"Hello, Dean, back again?" Meg's words pulsed through Cas' veins, waking him from unconsciousness. He rushed through the doors to greet Dean.
"Yeah, I have a few cavities-" Dean responded, pausing to glance at Cas who pushed the door open a little too harshly, "I was told by Cas, here, that I needed them filled. We did have an appointment today, right?"
Cas fidgeted nervously. He hadn't said anything to them about it. Cas had wanted to get them all home at 4 o'clock. Dean's appointment was at 4:30. He glanced at the clock. 4:31. Cas had not wanted Gabe or Meg there when he was with Dean, especially now that he suspected Dean in the mysterious of the trench coat's disappearance. But he had slept longer then he had intended.
"Uh, yes, I believe this was the appointment date-uh-day," Cas stuttered, as if he hadn't been counting down the days.
"Alright…" said Dean. Meg looked over at Gabe, smirking from the waiting room.
"Yeah, Cas told us all about you, Dan!" Gabe exclaimed, merging into the lobby.
"It's Dean," muttered Dean.
"Gabe, no I-" Cas tried to shut him up, with no success.
"Yeah he did! Cas said you two have a date today."
Cas felt his blush, but before he could lower his head to hide it, he noticed the same pink on Dean's face. This sparked hope in Cas' heart. Dean wasn't upset over the mention of him dating Cas, he was shy and embarrassed. Cas' eyes lit up for a split second, but covered himself by denial.
"I did nothing of the sort, Gabriel," Cas growled, the use of his full name telling Gabe that Cas was very serious. But what could be more fun than making a fool out of your younger brother?
"Okay, whatever you say, Castiel," Gabe mocked.
"Castiel?" Dean asked.
"It's nothing," Cas said, glaring at Gabe, "Come on back."
"Don't you need some help?" Gabe asked.
"No!" Cas barked and closed the door behind him. He guided Dean towards a patient's room, just like before.
Dean sat in the chair, then looked up at Cas' dark brown eyes.
"What was that about?" Dean asked him.
"What was what about?" Cas replied, shuffling his tools around that had just finished being sanitized.
"The Castiel thing. Is Cas short for Castiel?"
"Yes," Cas replied, brooding.
"I take it you don't like that name, huh?"
"What?"
"Well you gave, what was it, Gabriel a hard time for calling you by your full name. You must hate it."
Cas didn't respond, he only prepared for his work.
"I get it, though," Dean continued, "My brother's name is Sam but I call him Sammy all the time. He hates it, but I think it fits him."
"Sam?" Cas tilted his head. "huh…"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just another one of our dentists, she's on vacation now, is dating a Sam. I doubt it's the same one. There's probably a lot of Sam's in Lawrence."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Dean trailed off, then added proudly, "Only one Sammy though."
Cas smiled. He knew how Dean felt. Cas wanted to protect his loved ones, too.
A reminder went off in his head. 'Idiot, you've been stressing out the whole week, and you completely forget about what you need to ask him in the first place.' Cas thought.
"Hey, Dean, before we start…I have something I need to ask you."
"Yeah, sure, what is it?"
Cas hesitated. "I-was wondering…"
"Yeah?"
Meg came through the door. "I thought you might need some help."
Cas glared at her.
"The last hygienist went home and filling some cavities takes more than one person. Unless you want to end up completely toothless." Meg winked at Dean, who wasn't overly fond of her joke.
Meg leaned over and whispered in Cas' ear, "I thought I'd be better help then Gabriel." Cas nodded in understanding.
"I thought you were a receptionist," Dean questioned.
Meg swung her hair back as she looked Dean over. "Well, I do a bit of everything."
Cas cleared his throat, attempting to break the awkward stare-down Meg and Dean were having. "Alright, shall we proceed?"
Cas and Meg went to work in Dean's small cavities, occasionally pausing so Dean could gather his bearings.
"Are you nervous?" Cas asked gently.
"Yeah, a little," Dean responded, shaking. "I've never actually been to the dentist before. I mean, besides the time before this."
Cas smiled. Dean was adorable when he was scared. "You're almost done." Dean nodded.
When they were finished, Dean got out of the chair and followed Cas into the lobby. Gabe had gone home and Meg stayed in the back, knowing they needed a few minutes alone.
"Just drink liquids for a few hours, then only soft foods until tomorrow," Cas finished his instructions.
"Okay. So I guess I'm done here for a while, huh?" said Dean.
"Yes, unless you keep up with that pie."
"Right." Dean started towards the door.
"Listen, Dean, about what I wanted to ask you…"
"Oh, almost forgot. What is it?"
"Well, you see," Cas was sweating, nervous as to how this would tip the balance of their chances, "I sort of…lost something."
"Okay, can I help?"
"I don't know… I lost it, well on the day you first came in. So I thought, maybe, you might have an idea where it is?"
"I see," Dean said slowly, skeptical of what Cas was getting at, "What did you lose?"
"My-uh-trench coat." Cas said solemnly. Dean stared at him, a smile beginning to curl his pink lips.
"A trench coat?"
"Yes, a tan trench coat. It is very important to me, I'd like to have it returned," Cas stopped short. Within the subtext, he just accused Dean of stealing his coat. Cas held his breath, hoping he hadn't offended Dean, who was still staring.
Dean burst into laughter. "So that's where that coat came from!" Dean had to steady himself from the uncontrollable laughter by stooping and resting his hands on his knees.
"I don't understand. What's so funny? I've been worried sick about this," Cas said, agitated. Although, he couldn't help but soak in Dean's heavenly laugh. It seemed as though his laugh could give hope to one in despair and sleep to the restless. It was wonderful. Even in his frustration, Cas found the happiness to smile with Dean.
"I'm sorry," Dean said, "It's just Sammy and I were arguing over how that coat had got there."
"Got where?"
"Your coat is at our house. I put my jacket over your coat when I first came in," Dean explained, "I must have accidentally grabbed them both when I left."
Cas was relieved. This had worked out much better than he had anticipated.
"Look, are you done for the day?"
"Yes," Dean replied without checking the schedule.
"Great, well why don't you just follow me back to my house and I'll get your coat for you?"
"I don't have a car. I walk to work." After a judgmental look from Dean, Cas added, "It's cleaner."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine, then you can just hitch a ride home with me."
"Okay." Cas masked his delight. "I'll let Meg know."
"Meet you outside," Dean left.
Cas was amazed at the events of the past hour. He had discovered where his trench coat was and didn't insult Dean in the process. Plus, he was going to see where Dean lived. It had been a great day.
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