castiel patiently waited for meg, looking around with inquisitive eyes at the restaurant.
he's never been to one of these things before, it was nice. he's been waiting for a fairly long time, though, he got here at seven.
it's eight-thirty now.
castiel was still okay, though. people noticed him come in at the time he did, shooting him sympathetic glances before they left the restaurant. he saw his waitress come back to his table for the third time that night.
"sir, you've been here for over an hour. are you sure you don't want to order?" she asked, tone soft and empathetic.
"n-no. they should be here soon." castiel said, smiling sheepishly.
the waitress nodded, walking off to go tend to other tables. dean, sam, and bobby walked into the restaurant, greeting the lady at the counter. she said there weren't any empty tables, so they sat in the waiting area until one was free.
"guys, isn't that cas?" dean whispered, noticing the angel sitting alone at the small table in the middle of the restaurant.
sam looked over, his eyebrows raising. "yeah. who is he waiting for?"
"i don't know, but it seems like he's been waiting for a long time. maybe – look!" dean gasped. "he rolled up his sleeves!" dean pointed, watching castiel roll his suit sleeves to his elbows.
"so?" bobby was confused.
"he does that when he's upset. don't you guys notice these things?" dean asked.
sam shot him a look, keeping an eye on their favorite angel. dean saw how he sighed and tapped his fingers on the menu, glancing around the restaurant for whoever he was waiting for. dean huffed, getting up from the waiting area and walking over to castiel's table.
"cas! hey! i'm so sorry i was late, sweetie; traffic was terrible." dean said, a little too loudly just so people could hear.
castiel gave him a confused expression, watching him sit down.
"just go with it, okay?" he whispered.
castiel caught on. "o-oh! it's no problem. glad you could make it!" castiel said, a little too fake, but hey. people were smiling at them.
dean sat down as soon as castiel's waitress came over.
"you made it!" she said, pulling out her notepad.
"yeah, i did. the traffic was so slow. i wish cas didn't have to wait this long." dean flicked his eyes over to castiel's big, blue ones, looking back at him with an unreadable expression. it looked like a mix between relieved and confused.
but castiel always looked like that, so dean didn't really notice.
"yeah, he was here for a long time." the waitress raised her eyebrow.
"i know. i don't think any apology could make up for it." dean said, intertwining his fingers through castiel's for emphasis.
"it's okay. you're here now." castiel offered a small smile at dean, but on the inside, he was tripping balls.
dean was holding his hand.
"can i start you two off with a drink?" she, who dean learned was named chastity, asked. (A.N. season five tease)
"i'll take a water." castiel said shyly, focusing on how nicely dean's hands fit inside of his.
"a glass of your finest wine." dean said, giving a squinty-eyed smile to chastity.
when she walked away, castiel looked at dean. "you drink wine?"
"no, but i gotta make a good impression on this first date, don't i?" dean asked, playing with castiel's hands on the table.
he normally never showed any pda like this, but castiel's hands were soft and he liked the blush on his cheeks whenever he would kiss the back of it, just to show the people that occasionally looked at them yeah, i'm his date.
whoever stood him up was a dick, they didn't know what they were missing.
dean unlinked their hands to flip through the menu they had, each category embroidered into the fabric of the pages in pretty, cursive fonts. this restaurant really was fancy. castiel leaned in a little closer to dean, making dean look at him.
"whoa, babe. we should save the dessert until after we eat." dean winked, making castiel's words get stuck in his throat and his eyes blow wide.
holy shit.
"d-dean? why are you here?" castiel whispered.
"why are you?" dean asked back.
"i was waiting for meg. we were supposed to go on a date."
"okay, well. fuck her, first off. she stood you up, cas. i just came in to save the day." dean said.
"she did?"
"how long have you been waiting here?"
"almost two hours."
"yup, she bailed."
"why wouldn't she tell me?"
"because she's clearly a-"
"here is your wine," chastity interrupted, "and your water." she placed the drinks in front of them. "are you guys ready to order?"
"can i try the nicoise salad?" castiel asked, looking up at chastity.
"of course. and for you?" chastity looked at dean.
"the bacon cheeseburger, thanks." dean said, handing her the menus.
she nodded and left them again, dean slipping a few glances at castiel as he looked around the restaurant. he really was beautiful, from his messy hair, to his bright, blue eyes, to the light scruff on his cheeks. castiel made eye contact with dean, blushing as dean gave him a small smile.
why did dean always make him feel like this? every time he was around, his heart would flutter and his stomach felt funny.
chastity snapped him out of his thoughts, setting their plates in front of them. she had one of those poppers that exploded confetti when you pull it, dean confused as to why she did exactly that and cheered. he tilted his head at her.
"congratulations! we just took a look, and you two are the one millionth couple to eat here! what are your names?" she said, smiling wide.
dean's face got hot, sam and bobby – and pretty much the whole restaurant – noticing this. sam couldn't stifle his laughs, dean shooting him a look. castiel hated this extra attention, he just wanted her to leave them to themselves.
"um...i'm dean and th-this is cas." dean spoke up after a few moments of castiel staying silent.
"can we take a couple's picture of you two for the newsletter?" chastity asked, the entire staff pouring out of the doorways and halls of this restaurant.
"we're kind of on a...first date basis, now." castiel tried to come up with an excuse to not take the picture.
"no, let's take it. we've been dating for quite a while, cas. did you forget?" dean looked at cas and got up, castiel standing up as well. his cheeks were red with embarrassment.
"dean, what are you doing?" castiel asked.
"nothin', babe! let's just take the picture!" dean said. "and get it over with..." he finished a little softer.
castiel swallowed, standing next to dean by the table and looking at the camera. they both smiled as soon as chastity raised the camera to her face, but dropped the expressions when she lowered it and raised her eyebrow.
"don't be boring, you two! do something cute!" she smiled, raising the camera up again.
"i don't want – whoa!"
dean rolled his eyes, cutting cas off by holding onto the small of his back and dipping him suddenly, kissing his lips softly. castiel was taken by surprise, but soon closed his eyes and held onto the back of dean's neck for support. the camera flash went off, signaling that the picture was taken, but dean hadn't let up yet.
he moved his right hand that was hidden to castiel's ass, squeezing lightly and causing him to gasp, breaking the kiss. dean laughed, nodding at chastity and sitting back down. castiel's gaze was focused on his salad on the table, face red and ears hot.
what the hell was dean doing?
they had finished up, dean telling castiel to pull the stick out of his ass and talk to him about something. he kept shooting sam glances from the table behind him, watching as his brother gave him knowing looks. he rolled his eyes, turning his attention to castiel, who was picking at his salad.
"cas? are you okay?"
"huh? oh, y-yeah. i'm fine." castiel smiled at dean and continued to poke at his salad.
in all honesty, he was so confused. was dean just pretending, or was he actually on a date with him?
"it's getting pretty late." dean commented, checking his watch to see that it was ten thirty on the dot.
"i'm kinda tired. should i go home?"
"if you want." dean shrugged. he looked around, seeing people still at their table. "okay, babe. i'll take you back home, yeah?" dean nodded at castiel.
"y-yeah. thanks." he offered him a smile.
dean looked at sam and gestured to castiel, sam nodding and going back to his conversation with bobby. the couple left the restaurant, castiel using his angel powers to zap him and dean back home, which was just dean's temporary hotel room on eighth street.
"bobby," sam started. "are you sure those two aren't a secret thing?"
