Do You Love Me?
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Day 4 - On A Date
Castiel was better. Dean of course was happy at his quick recovery but a little suspicious. He saw the injuries and without Castiel being able to heal himself, he should have been down for a while. Dean knew this and so did Bobby but Sam didn't seem to be bothered. He was making up things like 'maybe angels heal at a different rate to humans'. Dean knew that something was going on but he was so happy to have Castiel on his feet that he didn't have the heart to push it.
Sam was trying to push Dean off trying to find out about why Castiel had healed so quickly. Because Sam knew, if Dean found out he wouldn't be best please. The truth was, Gabriel had visited Castiel. Due to many things from the past, Dean wasn't that fond of Gabriel and to be honest no one could really blame him; he had killed him a couple of hundred times.
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Sam didn't have the heart to kick him out when the man found the archangel beside Castiel's bed. He was just stood there. Sam could see the glisten of hateful tears in his eyes as he brushed his thumb over Castiel's hand. It was the night after the game marathon and Castiel had gotten worse again and Dean was once again looking for an answer, any answer to get his health up.
"I know you're there Samsquatch," Gabriel muttered wiping his face and letting go of his brothers hand.
"I was... I just had to..." Sam stuttered rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"It's okay," Gabriel said, turning and giving him a half-hearted smile.
Sam smiled back a little and walked beside him, "Can you do anything?"
Gabriel laughed a little and looked at his baby brother once more, "Of course I can. I don't why he couldn't have done it himself."
"He said that Raphael must have done something to it because he'd tried and he couldn't heal himself," Sam told the archangel whose features crumpled in confusion.
He closed his eyes and laid a hand on his chest. He opened them again and sighed loudly rubbing a hand over his light brown hair, "Cassie, Cassie, Cassie, what have you done?"
Sam looked at the angel infront of him puzzled. As far as Sam was aware Castiel hadn't really done anyhting since they had found him in the warehouse. Dean hadn't let him out of his sight and to be quite honest it was very sweet but it was a little bit annoying since the other people in the house weren't as fond of him as Dean. Everytime Castiel said something with a tilt of his head, they all sighed and shook their heads. All except Dean who would just laugh.
"I knew about what was happening to him but, I didn't think it would ever get this bad," he sighed.
"What's wrong with him?" Sam mummbled stepping closer and looking at the angel.
Gabriel sighed again and a light emmited from his hand as he healed Castiel, "He'll tell you in his own time I'm sure."
Sam nodded briskly and before he could reply Gabriel flew off.
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Sam wanted so much to tell Dean what happened just to get him to stop having off side conversations with him about it but he was sure Castiel knew what had happened and he should tell him.
"It's settled we'll go out for dinner then!" Bobby stated as the other three walked into the room.
"I have no need for nutrition," Castiel stated in his usual unemotional voice. Now he was fully recovered all emotion seems to have disappeared with it and he was once again driving them insane.
"Come on man. What's the point in being in Team Freewill if you aren't going to go on team dinner's with us all?" Dean asked looking at him sternly.
"I suppose I could try some food. It won't harm me in any way."
"That's better."
"Er... Hey Bobby," Sam called causing them all to turn on the spot, " Can I talk to you?"
Bobby let out a long huff and walked over to the kitchen to join Sam and leave Dean pestering Castiel -he was trying to get his gaming secret from him again-.
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"What do you want boy?" Bobby asked gruffly as he entered the kitchen and leant against the counter.
"We should just sent those two off to have a meal and make up something that we have to do here," Sam said bluntly.
Sam had had about enough of the constant 'eye sex' as many of the two's friends had begun to call it. The moments when they would stop talking and just stare into each others eyes for at least five minutes before one of them would reply two the other's question. Sometimes someone would be explaining something to one of them and when you looked up to check they were watching they would be staring at the other from across the room. It was getting ridiculous.
"Yes," Bobby breathed without hesitation, "I can't stand those two love birds and the sexual tension they bring upon my house everytime they're in the same room!"
Bobby had also noticed this. To be quite frank everyone knew that they liked each other apart from maybe themselves. They both seemed completely oblivious to the fact even though practically every second of the day they spent staring intently at each other.
At one point the group thought of doing a bet but it didn't work out because everyone thought they'd eventually get together.
"How do we do this then? Just say that we have to research or something?"
"I don't know we could just-"
"What are you two talking about?" Dean asked strutting into the room with Castiel close on his heels.
"We were just saying that we actually can't go to the restaurant with you two," Sam blurted out quickly.
"Yeah?" Dean said skeptically, "Why?"
"Bobby can't make it there. His foot hurts," Sam spluttered with an unconvincing smile.
"My foot doesn't hurt ya idjit!" Bobby whisper shouted before shouting out in pain as Sam dropped a gun on his foot, "Yup, hurts like a bitch."
Dean looked at the two, eyebrows raised. Castiel stood behind them with a similar expression with a little bit of confusion thrown in, "Well, we'll wait until Bobby's foot is better and-"
"No!" Sam shouted holding out his hands infront of his older brother.
"No?"
"No, because..." Sam looked helplessly at Bobby and twitched his head encouraging him to answer the question.
Bobby shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the floudering younger hunter.
"Because, Pig 'n' a poke is only on offer tonight!" Sam shouted energetically with a click and a smile as he thought of something that sounded vaguely reasonable.
"I do like Pig 'n' a poke..." Dean said slowly, "Okay then. You okay with that Cass?"
"As long as it's no trouble for you," Castiel muttered looking at Dean. Dean looked back and then no one was able to get a word out of them for at least five minutes.
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The two boys followed the directions that they were given and they found themselves outside a swanky looking restuarant called 'Glass Bar'. Dean now undertsood why they gave them money for this place because it looked EXPENSIVE. What Dean couldn't understand was why they were all going here to celebrate such a small thing that isn't usually celebrated. It wasn't as if someone was getting married.
If Dean had chosen they would have gone to a small diner or something to show Cass the true meaning of burger but no. Sam had delibrately told them to go here and what was worse was that there definitely wasn't any Pig 'n' a Poke let alone on offer.
Going into this Dean wasn't in the best of moods.
Castiel however was feeling substantionally better than Dean. While he could tell that this was displeasing Dean and he had said that whatever Dean wanted he couldn't bring himself to walk away. Truth has it that he was enjoying the time he was spending alone with Dean. It might not be anything special but just spending time away from sorting out the apocalypse was bliss.
After realising his true feelings towards Dean he had been trying to find time that he could spend with just him but in a house full of hunters who had the end of the world on their minds, it was hard to do. And now he was faced with the oppourtunity he was taking it.
"Table for two please," Dean muttered to the man standing at the front of the desk.
"Certainly Sir, whereabouts do you wish to be seated?"
"Any where."
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As they weaved through the restaurant Dean began to feel a little self concious. He felt very very underdressed. Everyone around them was dressed in full evening wear with a suit and bowtie, plain black suit shoes and a dinner jacket. Unfourtunately Dean had left the house in his usual t-shirt, shirt and jeans. Castiel was nearly dressed for the occasion if he did his tie up and took of the tan coat but they both knew that wasn't going to happen.
"You're table sirs," the waiter said pulling out the chairs for the two and handing them each a menu, "Another waiter will be here momentarily to take your drinks order."
He skittered off and left the two sat alone in the back corner of the restaurant.
The first 10 minutes were mostly silent with the odd comment on the weather or the shade of black in the sky -Cass' comment-. After that the waiter arrived and they ordered drinks. This small burst of talkativeness was followed by another 10 minutes silence before the drinks arrived.
"Dude, this is ridiculous!" Dean said suddenly, "We just need to talk and stop acting like teens on a date!"
"I didn't think we were," Castiel replied flatly. He never really had understood all the similes that Dean sprouted as they were very clearly not true so there was indeed no point in saying them. However, Dean seemed relatively pround of most of them so Castiel put it down to him being human and decided to say no more.
"Well I can tell you we were so let's just," Dean faltered a little, struggling to think of a decent topic to disscuss, "Talk about our likes and dislikes."
Castiel looked at Dean with his usual tilt of the head and squinty eyes.
"For example, I don't like that," Dean stated flailing his arms in Castiel's general direction, "It's annoying and almost a welcome sign for me to punch you in the face."
"I do apologise Dean but I'm not sure what you mean by 'this'" he stated.
Dean grumbled and ran a hand down his face before looking back up at Castiel. He then realised that he and Castiel were alone. Previously Dean had been much too wrapped up in the fact that they were both in a fancy restaurant full of women with annoying laughs and snooty waitors with tuxedo's and silver trays to notice what was actually going on. He had been served a chance to talk to Castiel and tell him how he really felt.
Then it came to him. Sam and Bobby had planned this. Dean knew that they were up to something but planning a date for them just wasn't one of the things he had considered. Of course Dean had noted the strange behavious and the fact that Sam had very clearly drropped that gun on Bobby's foot but he didn't think that they were do that for him and Cass. He thought that maybe they were going to plan his birthday party or something as his birthday was coming but he didn't expect this in the slightest.
"Dean?" Castiel asked snapping Dean from his thoughts, "What should I eat?"
"Oh yeah um," Dean stuttered looking into the brilliant blue of Castiel's eyes, "Why don't we both get different things and we can share?"
Dean scratched the back of his head awkwardly before picking up the menu and hiding behind it. Castiel did the same and scanned over all the options.
This wasn't going as he thought it would. He was hoping that maybe talking would have been a lot easier. They always managed to talk when they were at the oldest hunters house so why did it seem that they were incappable now?
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They quickly ordered and the food arrived quickly much to the couples delight as they were once again sitting in uncomfortable silence.
"Hey, Cass, you should really try this... stuff. It's superb!" Dean said holding up a forkful of it with a large smile on his face.
Castiel panicked and thought back to all the things that he'd seen on how humans behaved when they were in restaurants with people whom they were fond of. Thinking back on it all he leant forward and opened his mouth.
"Erm..." dean stuttered a small blush rising in his cheeks, "What are you doing?"
"I was... I was just waiting to try some of the food. I thought you were going to give me some to try."
"I meant for you to dig in yourself man," Dean said nervously as the blush on his cheeks refused to subside.
"But i though this is what you do on date's," Castiel replied quickly before realising what he had just said and closing his mouth quickly.
Author Note: BUSTED I think Dean knows what's going on in Cass' head now! I'm really sorry that this was up so late but I've been pretty busy today and I literally only just finished as I'm typing this author note.
Update on my life. I managed to break my toe today by kicking a doorframe. I know that you may think that that's really stupid and you would be completely correct. I slipped a little and somehow managed to miss the opening and kick the frame instead. I'm soooo well coordinated. The first bone I break and it's a toe bone, pathetic. You guys ever broken anything? Leave it in the review I'd love to hear about it (in the non wierd and slighty sadistic way).
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