Note:

Right, another thing to know about the watch is that if a person's mate doesn't have the watch as well, the watch will not work for the one that does have it. And what I mean is that they won't have a countdown. It's not red, green, or blue, it's just a blank, white watch.

Anyways, all mistakes are mine until I get Beta readers/editors.

Chapter Three

Five Things

The Impala slows to a stop and the engine dies instantly. Dean groans silently as he stares out the window, watching the house in front of him. This was the place, right? He runs a hand through his hair, looking down at a piece of paper. Yep, this was it. Dean scans the house once more. The house was pale, looking like it needs to be repainted soon. The windows were covered, so he couldn't see the inside of the house.

After a few minutes of internal conflicting, Dean gets out of the car and makes his way towards the house. He hesitates as he nears the place. He turns around before he groans in frustration, turning around once more and approaching the house. He looks at the black door, studying the ancient carvings on it. Finally, Dean raises his hand and knocks on the door.

When nothing happens, Dean thinks that he wasn't heard and raises his arm to knock once more. But as he did so, the door opens abruptly, making him take a few steps back.

"Gabriel, I told you you were going to forget your -"

Castiel clamps his mouth shut when he notices that it was Dean. He stares at the other, an eyebrow quirked. "D-Dean," he mumbles, clearly surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Dean was confused when Castiel addressed him as Gabriel. "Who's Gabriel?" he asks, looking at Castiel as if he had done something wrong. By the way Castiel had his tie undone and hair dishevelled, Dean figures who Gabriel was. "Wow, you moved on quickly."

Castiel crosses his arms angrily, scoffing. He glares at the other. "If you're implying what I think you're implying, then you could never be more wrong," he snaps back. "Gabriel is my half-brother."

Dean bites his bottom lip, shaking his head. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"What are you doing here, Dean?" Castiel questions, clearly angry.

Dean raises both his hands in the air as if surrendering. "I'm here for the trial -"

"Is that so?" Castiel replies. "You didn't seem too keen on it yesterday. Oh, god. Balthazar. Did he put you up to this? He threatened you, didn't he?"

Well, at least he caught on quickly. "Yes, yes, he did," he answers.

Castiel shakes his head, uncrossing his arm angrily as he let them drop. "Unbelievable. I told him no. He still thinks - God. Dean, go home. Go," Castiel says. He closes the door as he says, "I'll talk to him -"

Dean forces the door to remain open, receiving a questingly expression from Castiel. "Whoa, there, trying to get rid of me already?" Dean replies. "That usually happens on the second date."

Castiel quirks a brow, clearly confused. He tilts his head at him. "I don't understand. I'm giving you what you wanted. And that's Lisa."

Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by the other's response. He stares at Castiel, seeing the sincerity in them. "Listen, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I genuinely want to get to know you -"

"He's going to quiz you on me, isn't it?" he interrupts.

Damn, he was fast. He sighs before he runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah. He wants me to know at least five things about you."

Castiel glances up and curses as if condemning the sky. He looks down at the ground at last, an arm rubbing circles on the wrist that once had his watch.

Dean just stares at the other, unsure whether he should say anything. Well, this was awkward, he thought. He bites his bottom lip, watching the other as he rubs his wrist.

"My name is Castiel Novak. As you know, I have a brother named Gabriel. My favorite color is green, and I prefer cats over dogs. My favorite thing to eat are hamburgers. And I like reading in my spare time," Castiel says quickly. "Five things. There." He closes the door once more.

Dean was taken aback when he hears the other firing away random things about him. When Castiel tries to close the door again, Dean forces it open once more.

Castiel rolls his eyes angrily, glaring at Dean. "What now?" he groans. "I've given you all that you need to not get in trouble."

"Well, I really did mean it when I said that I wanted to get to know you -"

"Bull shit," he interrupts, leaning against the frame.

"Stop being difficult!"

"Me? I'm being difficult? You're the one that said you weren't interested in me. And you're calling me difficult? Dean...just go away," he answers bitterly. "Go with Lisa or something."

"Well, I'm an idiot! Okay? I am. I'm sorry!" he snaps back desperately. "Is that what you wanted to hear me say? It's bad enough to say it to Sammy." Dean had explained his situation with Sam yesterday. But instead of Sam agreeing with him, he turned on Dean and lashed out at his brother, calling him an idiot and an asshole.

Castiel was staring at the other, trying to look for any sign of dishonesty. When he found none, he sighs, uncrossing his arms. "Dean, I think...we both need time to...calm ourselves down."

"Cas, I'm just... I am sorry. I was being a jerk and I didn't even consider your feelings when I said that," he mumbles weakly, unsure how to make amends with people.

Castiel furrows his brows. "Cas?" he questions, looking at the other.

"Well, yeah, Castiel is hard to pronounce. I don't want to mispronounce it since I know I'll get tongue twisted if I do," Dean whispers, talking slowly.

"Maybe you should get more practice then," Castiel shot back.

Realizing what Castiel had meant, Dean bit his lip, eyes widening, as he looks away from the other, resisting the urge to gulp. When he finally returns his gaze at the other, Castiel has a smug expression. Dean licks his lips before he says, "I'm not allowed to call you Cas, aren't I?"

"Not to strangers," Castiel answers.

Dean nods his head in understanding before a small smile formed on his lips. "Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius; I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women."

Castiel has his arms crossed as he listened to the other, still leaning against the door frame. "That was technically three, but since I didn't really know your full name, I'll pass it. There's still one more you need to tell me."

Dean looks at the other, smiling faintly before he says, "And I tend to be a closed minded idiot. But this closed minded idiot has a conscious, and realizes what he said to you yesterday was hurtful. And I am really sorry. But, Cas, I really did mean what I said. And I really don't blame you if you were to slam that door in my face and tell me to fuck off."

Castiel was listening to Dean silently as he watched the other, trying to find any hint of insincerity in his eyes. When Dean finished, Castiel nods his head, slamming the door in Dean's face.

Dean blinks repeatedly as he stares at the door. That hurt more than he thought it would. He huffs silently. Well, he deserved it, he thought. He was the one that was acting like a jerk yesterday. Dean turns to go.

But soon enough, the door opens and out comes Castiel, coat in hand. Dean quirks a brow at him, puzzled. Before Dean could ask what Castiel was doing, he raises his finger at Dean.

"First things first, this is your only chance to change my you fail to impress me, then I will call Balthazar and force him to end the trial Also, don't interrupt me or you'll live to regret it. And finally, I'm driving."

"What?" Dean questions, hearing the last demand.

"You heard me. I'm driving. Now give me your keys or we're taking my car, which happens to be walking on our two feet," Castiel shoots back.

Dean's stunned at the other, quirking a brow in disbelief. Your bossy, Dean thought. But nevertheless, he pulls out his keys. Before he gives the keys to him, he says, "If you so much as put a dent in her, I'm killing you."

"Baby," Castiel replies, snatching the keys from Dean's hands with a smirk tugging on his lips.

He walks away and heads towards the car, leaving Dean stare at him in bewilderment. Well, he was something. Wait, did he just give him his Baby? Dean's eyes widen in horror as he looks at his car.

Note: I still think Dean got off the hook too easily. And I wrote it. But...what Dean said will pretty much come back to bite him in the ass. Maybe. Working development.

Please share your opinions on what you think, and how you think the date will go.