Dean wasn't exactly sure where he was meeting Cas for their date but he had the coffee, he didn't know if it was the kind Cas drank or not though. When he had gotten home last night after his third whiskey and had told Sam about his date with Cas – he left out the how it was organised – Sam had chosen the perfect coffee date outfit, at least that's what Sam called it. Dean called it his nice jeans and his nice shirt, not a big deal. Sam was more excited about Dean's date than Dean was. This morning when Dean woke up he found a tie on his bedroom door handle and later found Sam packing to spend the night at Andy's dorm room.
Dean had asked him why he was staying at Andy's, Andy always stayed at their apartment – at which times, Sam was the one with need for the tie on the door handle. Sam had answered by mumbling something about not knowing where coffee can lead. Dean had stolen the bathroom from Sam at the part and head his little brother mumbling something about needing to get laid. Dean wasn't sure why but he felt like it was a reversal of their roles somehow.
Yet here Dean stood. The last six days in a row, Dean had been in different places around the campus, and it wasn't a small campus, but Cas had still managed to find him. Just like he'd managed to find him last night and it wasn't a small city. Dean was starting to think either Cas was following him or was his guardian angel. Guardian angel that probably had thoughts about getting him into bed seeming as he was asking him out continuously. Dean was near the place where the coffee Cas always bought had shown up from. Same coffee cups and smell. Surprisingly, Dean never realized Cas had been buying from the most expensive café on wheels on the campus. He thought fleetingly that he should have just waiting for the guy to ask him out again so he wouldn't have to pay.
But then he thought about paying for coffee for Lisa. What coffee she liked, if she drank it, or if she hated the smell of it like him. He wondered if she drank it in the mornings and what it tasted like on her lips, wondered if he'd like the smell of it in her apartment when he woke up there in the morning. Wondered what Lisa's lips tasted like with the coffee, he wondered about her lips and if they were as soft as her hands.
"Dean," said the same monotone voice from behind him.
Dean turned and found the man inches from his own body. "Cas, I said this yesterday. Personal Space."
"My apologies," Cas backed off immediately.
Dean stared at Cas's face and the man's eyes. Those eyes seemed to look into Dean and Dean felt very vulnerable suddenly and afraid. Afraid that Cas could see how Dean was thinking about Lisa. Not just Cas, everyone. He felt suddenly afraid that everyone could tell he was different. He thrust the coffee cup at Cas a little to forcefully and some coffee spilt on his trench coat. Dean's eyes widened but he didn't apologize. He wanted to play strong. He was going to play the role of strong, protective boyfriend with Cas and nobody would have to know anything.
Cas looked absently at the coffee mark but didn't say anything. Dean lead them over to a bench and purposefully sat closer to Castiel than he normally would have with any guy. He asked about his childhood, and why he was studying History and more. He found out that Cas had an absent father for the most part and that he was studying History and Religious Studies and already had a degree in archaeology as well as being able to speak and read numerous languages fluently, he wanted to study ancient religions he said. Dean also discovered that Cas wasn't much of a talker and that Dean did most of the talking and most of the question asking.
By late afternoon, Cas knew Dean's childhood with one of his fathers, John, who took to doing traveling vermin extermination work after the death of their other father, Mark, when Dean was four. All about how their dad was still travelling with his work but Dean had left to go to school years ago and Sam had gone with him. Dean had never spoken about himself so much, or so honestly. It felt nice to open up to Cas and gave him hope that maybe he could have a nice relationship with Cas. When it started getting dark, Dean suggested that they go and get dinner at a nearby restaurant.
Dean ordered a burger and joked about his brothers salad diet, Cas ordered the same thing as Dean. Dean paid. Dean found himself starting to like Cas, not in a way that he knew was right but in a way that he cared for Jo. By the end of the night when they said goodnight and Dean got out of the ugly situation of kissing before anyone attempted anything, he had started to believe Cas could be a good friend just like Jo. But not like Jo. Dean wouldn't revel in his hugs with Cas like he did with Jo and he very highly doubted he'd every try to secretly sniff Cas's hair. He most certainly not linger on Cas's body when they got changed in the same room like Jo and Dean used too. Dean was glad to find out that Cas could be a great friend. He was even more glad to find out that Cas was highly religious. The first thing Dean did when he got home was take the tie of his doorknob with a relieved sigh.
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