Dean walks into the coffee shop the morning after the thanksgiving party and walks straight over to his usual table, pulling out his laptop. He tries to avoid looking over at the spot Cas sits but as his laptop is taking forever to boot up, he find his eyes drawn to the spot.

Cas just so happens to be sneaking a glance at Dean the exact same moment and their eyes lock for an awkward moment before Dean forces himself to look away. Thoughts of last night cloud his mind as he logs onto his computer, clicks on Google chrome; the usual.

Is no that they had a bad time last night, they had a great time. That, Dean thinks, is what makes it so weird. How do they go back to business as usual after a night like that? Dean feels a blush creeping up his neck as he remembers sitting next to Cas, feeling his foot bump Dean's and then his leg just pressed up against Dean, stayed like that the rest of the meal. Dean could hardly focus on chewing let alone speaking. Cas's sister had kept asking him questions and he would try his best to respond. The worst moment- or best, depending on how you look at it- was when Cas had put a hand on Dean's knee, suggestively. Dean had nearly choked and all the while, Cas was sitting next to him, a calm and easy smile on his face as if he knew nothing of what was going on under that table.

After the meal, Cas took Dean outside on the small balcony and they just leaned against the rail, pressed against each other as they stared out at the quiet street. Cas had nudged Dean a while later and told him he'd drive him home. The drive and the walking up to his house was silent, neither of them sure how far they would take the night.

Dean was too much of a chicken to do any more than stand there and look dumb while Cas smiled and said he'd see Dean around. He left then and Dean went inside to curse loudly at himself for not jumping Cas's bones right then and there.

Now, in the coffee shop, Dean feels as if his face is burning from the blush that refuses to leave his face. He catches movement in his peripheral vision and looks up just as Cas sits down across from him. He hold up his hands in surrender when he sees the startled look on dean's face. "I promise I won't distract you from your emails. I just want to sit with you, if that's alright."

Dean nods, at a loss of words as Cas sits down, takes out his laptop, and start typing. He doesn't know what to do, wonders if he should say something but bites his tongue for fear of saying anything stupid.

The two men sit like that, not saying anything as they type away on their computers, no idea that they are both currently writing a story together. Dean gets excited with an idea so he sits up straighter and then leans down, practically wiggling with excitement. Still, though, Cas doesn't notice. He is too engrossed in reading what impala356 is writing, too anxious to reply.

Hours pass and neither man says a word to each other, typing all of what they'd say out onto the fic. Truthfully, they are both writing the story with each other on their minds but neither man catches the obvious connection between the blogger on the other side of the story and the man sitting right across from them.

Dean's phone buzzes and he groans. He finishes up his last line and then sends:

Have to get to work.

Dean looks up just as Cas receives the message and sees Cas sigh and then type. When Dean glances back down he sees the reply:

Alright. Goodbye.

Dean glances back up at Cas, disbelief coloring his face. "Cas-"

Castiel glances up to see Dean staring at him with this weird look of confusion. "What?"

"Were you just….were you just writing a story?"

Cas frowns, then raises his eyebrows as he catches up to Dean's train of thought. "Wait, are you-"

Dean interrupts, "Impala356"

Cas's mouth falls open and he stares at Dean with those huge blue eyes of his. "Oh my god."

Dean suddenly laughs, uncontrollably and Cas soon joins in. They look from each other to the laptops and then laugh again, in disbelief. "All this time-"

Cas smiles, calming his laughter. "All this time, we were writing together. Oh my god."

Dean laughs again and stands, "I have to get to work."

Cas nods. "I know." He says, laughing again. "You told me."

They smile at each other, still slightly shocked, and then Dean says again that he has to go and finally starts packing up his laptop. When he's done, he throws enough money for both of their breakfasts on the table and turns, right into Cas.

Cas slides his hands around Dean's neck and pulls him toward him, kissing him with a surprising amount of passion. It takes Dean a moment but then he has dropped his bag and his gripping at Castiel's waist and pulling him against his body.

When they pull away, both men are breathing heavily and their eyes are clouded with desire. "I really do have to go to work."

Cas nods, "I know."

Dean looks down at Cas's lips, then back up to his face. "Screw it. Come home with me." Dean growls, planting another fierce kiss on Cas's lips.