Chapter Seven


Author's Note: For some reason I'm having trouble writing the actual date. The story's been pretty easy to write so far, but I dunno... anyway, the date's the chapter after this one. Hopefully I have it up soon.

Enjoy,

{Dreamer}


Dean rushed through the house with a "Herrn" in Sam and Adam's direction, which the younger Winchesters took to mean "Hi". They watched as Dean raced upstairs, the sounds of him cursing and throwing his boots off hitting their ears.

Sam and Adam exchanged looks. 'Should we...?' Adam tried and gestured vaguely at the staircase.

'Uh... probably,' Sam settled on saying. There were more thumps from upstairs and they only got louder and louder as Sam and Adam climbed the stairs and went down the hall towards Dean's room. The door was half-shut and Sam and Adam exchanged looks before knocking. 'Er, Dean?'

'Go away!' came Dean's muffled voice.

'Dean, we just-'

'Fuck off, Sammy!'

Sam rolled his eyes while Adam snickered. Finally the blond pushed the door open and he and Sam stuck their heads in. Dean was pulling clothes from his chest of drawers and wardrobe, and the bed and floor were covered in nice shirts, t-shirts, and jeans. Dean swore harshly again and held a blue shirt up against his chest, staring himself in the mirror in the corner, before shaking his head and tossing it aside.

'Er...' Sam cleared his throat and Dean turned to scowl at his brothers. 'Dean?'

'What part of "fuck off" don't you get?' Dean growled.

'What's going on?' Adam asked.

'You really don't have to dress up for us,' Sam added. 'It's just pizza and a movie.'

Dean frowned at them. 'What?'

'Pizza and a movie...' Adam said slowly. 'You know, Friday night? We all get together here or at Sam's or Bobby's? Bobby'll be here soon with Ellen and Jo.'

Dean blinked at them rapidly before swearing and going back to his drawers.

'Dean, seriously, what the hell?' Sam asked. He had to duck when Dean threw a pair of jeans at him, and turned to face his older brother, looking unimpressed.

'I'm, ah... gonna have to skip Friday night,' Dean said, his back turned to them. He tugged a black t-shirt out of his dresser and nodded in satisfaction. Sam and Adam watched as Dean stripped off his plaid shirt and grey t-shirt before pulling the black one on.

'What?' Sam asked.

'Why?' Adam added.

'I've got... you know...' Dean mumbled as he tugged the shirt over his head. 'Plans,' he finished.

Sam and Adam exchanged a look as Dean rushed over to his bed. He started grabbing at dress shirts again, scowling as he threw two blue ones aside, followed by a black and grey striped one. He picked up a dark green one with black buttons and eyed it critically.

'Wait...' Sam held his hands up and Dean glanced at him. 'Do you have a date?' Sam asked.

Dean froze before glancing at his brothers. 'Er... maybe?'

Adam grinned. 'Is it with Cas?'

Dean scowled at the shirt, his mumbled answer easily reaching the younger Winchesters' ears; 'Maybe.'

'Oh my God,' Sam laughed. 'And you're running around acting like a thirteen-year-old on your first date!'

'It is a first date!' Dean argued. 'If you're not gonna help then shut up, Sam!'

Sam clicked his tongue and looked at Adam. Adam nodded and the blond went to Dean's chest of drawers, pushing through the mess Dean had made. Sam walked across the room and grabbed the green button-down shirt Dean had dropped.

'Take the black t-shirt off and just wear this,' Sam ordered his brother. 'Leave your necklace on, it'll draw Cas' eyes to your chest.'

Dean blushed but did as Sam asked.

'Need fresh boxers?' Adam called.

'Don't get cute with me!' Dean growled as he pulled the shirt on and started buttoning it up.

Adam just chuckled and walked over. 'Here,' he said, handing Dean a pair of jeans. 'You always look good in dark jeans, and these are nice and tight. Wear your good leather shoes with them, not your boots, okay?'

Dean blinked rapidly at both his brothers before nodding. 'Right...'

'A thank you would be nice,' Adam said and Dean glared at him. 'Okay, okay,' the younger man laughed.

'So, when's the date?' Sam asked as he and Adam turned their backs on Dean, letting their older brother get changed.

'Seven,' Dean answered.

Sam looked at his watch. 'Um... Dean, it's twenty to seven.'

'Which is why I'm fucking rushing!' Dean snapped. 'Victor fucked up on a Honda Accord that was brought in after lunch. He said the fucking jack broke- when do jack's break? So he damaged the goddamn front bumper, the passenger door, as well as the wheel alignment. Now I'm out a couple hundred dollars to fix some dickhead's car and I'm running late!'

Adam frowned as Sam asked, 'Won't the cost come out of Victor's paycheck?'

'Damn right it will,' Dean grunted. 'Bobby went off at him and I told him I'd be taking a hundred bucks a week from him to get my goddamn money back... there.'

Sam and Adam turned to see Dean mostly dressed. The green button-down had the top two buttons undone and was untucked, and his dark-wash denim jeans hugged him in all the right places. The shirt set off his green eyes, and the jeans brought attention to his bowlegs; something men and women alike seemed to love, Sam had noticed over the years.

'Excellent,' Adam grinned, giving his eldest brother two thumbs up.

'Really?' Dean asked, looking nervous.

Sam would have laughed any other day, but Dean had been obsessed with Castiel for weeks, and he was finally getting to go out with the guy. So he bit his tongue and said, 'Go do your hair, I'll grab your shoes.'

Dean nodded and jogged across the room. 'Thanks guys,' he said as he passed his brothers.

Sam and Adam watched him go before Adam turned to the taller Winchester. 'Hey, remember when Dean pretended he didn't like men?'

Sam laughed. 'Yeah, first in high school, and then when you came to stay with us.'

'He spends a lot of time on his clothes and hair for a straight guy,' Adam snickered.

'I can hear you!' Dean shouted from the bathroom down the hallway.

'Good!' Sam retorted.

'Bitch!' Dean snapped.

'Jerk!' Sam replied.

'Idiots,' Adam shook his head.

Finally, Dean came back into the room, his face washed, his hair spiked. He grabbed the leather shoes Sam held out for him and pulled on some fresh socks. 'Okay,' Dean finally said when he was ready. He stood and spread his arms. 'Hot, right?'

'Yup,' Adam nodded.

'Take the leather jacket,' Sam added.

Dean nodded and grabbed his keys, wallet and phone from where he'd thrown them on his bed. He made his way to the door before swearing and turning to look at the mess. 'Er...'

'Take Cas back to his place,' Sam rolled his eyes. 'We're not cleaning up for you.'

'And I really don't wanna hear you have sex all night,' Adam added.

'Bitches,' Dean grunted. 'You're both bitches.'

The three brothers made their way downstairs just in time to see Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrive. Bobby stared at Dean as Ellen shut the door behind them, and Jo grinned brightly.

'Hey there, sexy,' the blonde said. 'Where are you off to?'

'Er... date,' Dean mumbled. He grabbed his leather jacket from the hook by the door. 'So I'll see you later.'

'Is it with Cas?' Jo asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. 'Yes, Jo, it's with Cas.'

'You're so adorable when you're in love,' Ellen cooed and pinched his cheek.

'Fuck off,' Dean grunted and shouldered his jacket on.

'Where are you going?' Ellen asked.

'The Roadhouse,' Dean answered.

The woman nodded. 'Hank's working tonight; he'll take care of you.'

Dean just smiled as he grabbed the door handle. He was about to rush through when Bobby said, 'Remember to practice safe sex, boy!'

Dean froze and Sam, Adam, and Jo had to bite their lips to hold in the laughter as Dean swore and rushed back upstairs. Condoms and lube, Dean cursed himself internally. How the fuck could you forget condoms and lube? He tore a strip of condoms from the box in his top drawer, grabbed a satchel of lube, and stuffed both into his pocket before running back downstairs.

Sam, Adam and Jo were all giggling together by the door, while Ellen looked torn between amusement and telling them off. Bobby just shook his head and slapped Dean on the shoulder.

'Have fun with your angel,' he said.

Dean scowled at the lot of them and his siblings and Jo laughed harder. 'I hate you all,' Dean declared, stepping through the door. 'Just so you know.'

'Safe sex, Dean-o!' Jo called.

Dean flipped her off and slammed the door shut.

{oOo}

'You don't know what to wear, do you?' came Balthazar's amused voice from the doorway.

Castiel turned around to scowl at him. 'How did you get in?' he demanded and tossed the two shirts he'd been looking at over his bed.

'I got a key made,' Balthazar said. The older man walked into the room and peered at the clothes strewn over the bed, as well as what was still hanging in the closet. He clicked his tongue before asking, 'Where are you going?'

'The Roadhouse,' Castiel answered. 'It has good food, it's never too busy on a Friday night like other restaurants, and it's close by.'

'Right,' Balthazar nodded. 'So casual, but comfy, with just a bit of formal to make Dean-o stare. Hmm...' He looked over Castiel's clothes again before he started grabbing stuff.

A light blue, slightly rumpled dress shirt was thrown at Castiel, and the younger Novak was so thankful for the help that he didn't bother arguing. He just stripped off his t-shirt and tugged the dress shirt on, doing up the buttons.

'Where are those black jeans that Anna made you buy last month?' Balthazar asked, his head stuck in Castiel's closet. 'You know, the really tight ones that hug your arse and thighs?'

'In the back, beneath my torn denim ones,' Castiel answered. He eyed the jeans when Balthazar handed them over. 'Are you sure I should wear them? They're very tight.'

'That's the point, Cassie,' Balthazar said, waving the jeans in his brother's face.

Castiel glared at him and Balthazar once more turned his back, letting his sibling get dressed. After a bit of dancing and wriggling, Castiel managed to tug the jeans on and do them up. He was handed a black leather belt, and did it up as Balthazar looked him over.

'Right,' he finally said, 'did you want a jacket? Or a waistcoat and tie?'

'Um...'

'I think you look better in a waistcoat and tie,' Balthazar interrupted, 'but if you're going for casual...'

'Haven't you always said it's better to be over-dressed than under-dressed?' Castiel asked.

Balthazar grinned. 'Aww, look at that; he remembered.' Castiel rolled his eyes. 'You're right, over-dressed is definitely the safer option. Besides, you always look good in a tie.' He turned back to Castiel's closet and after pushing some things aside he re-appeared with a black vest with blue-pinstripes and a black tie. 'Put those on,' he ordered, 'and I'll get your Chuck Taylors.'

'Sneakers aren't appropriate footwear for a date,' Castiel scowled, doing up his tie.

'We're going for the geek-chic look,' Balthazar informed him, 'like the Tenth Doctor. You like David Tennant, don't you?'

Castiel rolled his eyes.

'Just trust me, Cas,' his brother said. 'Blue and black are your colours for tonight and Dean will appreciate it. Blue always looks good on you.'

'I hate you,' Castiel mumbled. He left the two top buttons of his shirt undone, and his tie was hanging crookedly by the time he slipped his vest on. Balthazar tutted and tried to straighten the material, even though they both knew that in ten minutes the tie would be twisted again.

Castiel made sure he had his phone, wallet and keys before joining Balthazar in the living room. His brother handed over his blue Converse All-Stars and Castiel obediently put them on.

'And don't worry,' Balthazar said as Castiel did the laces up, 'I'll leave after you do. You don't want your brother hanging around when you're trying to get laid.'

'What makes you think I'll be bringing Dean back for sex?' Castiel inquired.

Balthazar scoffed. 'It's about time you got a shag, Cassie. Let loose; live a little.'

'Like you?' Castiel asked, flashing his brother an amused look.

'No, not like me,' the older man huffed. 'If you lived as loose as I did, you'd fall apart. No, slow and steady and monogamous is the Castiel Novak way. It works for you, so stick with it. Especially-' he waggled a finger at Castiel, '- when it's Dean Winchester. That man is fine.'

'Balthazar,' Castiel growled and his brother laughed.

'So territorial and you haven't even been on a date yet,' the Englishman said in amusement. 'You're falling fast, Cassie dear.'

'I am not,' Castiel muttered, but Balthazar ignored him.

'Right,' he clapped his hands together, 'up you get; let's see you.'

Castiel sighed but let his brother tug him to his feet. He stood and held his arms out when Balthazar told him to, and even spun around once. Balthazar was nodding when Castiel came to a stop.

'Well?' the author asked.

'Very, very nice; I approve,' Balthazar said. 'Dean's gonna be drooling all night.'

'I'd rather he talk to me than drool,' Castiel muttered. He froze when his cell phone beeped and he quickly unlocked it to read the new message from Dean;

I'm outside, gorgeous ;)

Castiel took a deep breath and gripped his phone tightly.

'Don't look so scared,' Balthazar drawled. 'Just go and have fun, alright, Cassie?'

Castiel nodded. 'Fun,' he murmured and went to the coat rack in the corner.

'Leave the trench coat!' Balthazar shouted.

'But I like it,' Castiel said. 'And it's not a-'

'Leave the fucking trench coat or I'll take a pair of scissors to it,' Balthazar threatened.

The siblings stared at each other for a long moment before Castiel grabbed his trench coat and took off, slamming the front door shut behind him. Balthazar swore loudly and fell to sit on Castiel's sofa. His brother had always been quick; Balthazar knew he'd never be able to catch him.

'Fucking trench coat,' the Englishman growled. 'How's Dean suppose to stare at Cassie's arse in that?'