Chapter Eight

After finishing the food in front of them, Castiel had yet to try the milkshake. Dean was chewing a fry when he finally did take a sip of the chocolate mixture. An odd sound of pleasure slipped out of Castiels mouth as he tasted a milkshake for the first time since he was six, but he was oblivious to it; Dean, however, herd it loud and clear. Almost choking on the fry he tried to swallow, the boy turned a bright red and paniced slightly. He stood, waving off Castiel as he voiced his concerns, and tried to make it to the bathroom but instead knocked over a waiter who held a tray full of food.

"Shit!" Dean cursed, looking at the shattered plates and cups, the shards mixed into the mush of food and drink. The loud clatter had silenced the diner long enough for Deans profanity to be herd. Thankfully, there were no kids there. Castiel, who had jumped up and sounded his shock with a cry when the plates were still falling, immeadly tried to soak up the mess of drinks with napkins from their table. Dean was trying to do the same, along with the waiter, when Jo came by.

"We've got this, guys. It's okay. Just sit back down." She says, trying to wave them off, but they both stay on their hands and knees trying to help. Soon enough, she gives a sigh and just joins them in cleaning the mess.

Before long, the mess is clean and Dean and Castiel are back on oppisote sides of the booth, looking at eachother. Dean is almost certain his cheeks are a flaming red as he apologizes to Jo once again. The waiter had left to get another tray of the same food, this time taking the longer root around the diner in order to avoid Dean.

"I'll pay for it." Dean says, pulling a hand through his hair in embarrassment.

"It's fine, Dean. Really," She laughs, clearly overly amused at Deans, who's always the 'cool' one, embarrassment. Tonight, he knew, was going to be quite the painful night at work.

"Are you alright, Dean?" Castiel asks after Jo disappeared. He reached across the table and let his hand rest over Deans, only furthering the boys blush.

"I'm fine." He mutters, letting out a deep break in an attempt to calm himself. "You just can't make noises like that without giving a guy some warning." He smiled. Castiel tilted his head a little and tried to rise his eyebrow like he had seen Dean do, but quickly gave up when he found himself not owning the skill.

"What noise?"

"The moaning sound you made when you took a sip of your milkshake?" The statement came out as a question as Dean started to wonder if he had been hearing things.

"I did that?" Cas asks, his eyes widening and a blush coming across his own face. This made Dean feel slightly better, a chuckle sliding out of his mouth.

"You did."

"Oh god…" Cas drops his head into his hands, trying to hide his blush, but Dean saw the tips of his ears turn red, which he found rather adorable. Dean let out another chuckle and leaned across the table, well aware of the cups and dishes sitting there (the last thing he wanted was to spill something on his date) to pat his shoulder in comfort.

"It's fine, Cas. Let's just pretend it didn't happen." He bargened. Castiel nodded and rose his head but the boy knew he wouldn't be able to forget how Dean Winchester reacted to his moan. It wasn't as though he wasn't fimular to the sound , Cas knew that very well. He was very well awear of the rumors circulating the school of how often he had slept around. However, he blushed at Castiels. And Dean would not forget the sound made by the boy. He couldn't help but year to hear that gorgeous noise again.

The two of them left in one piece, no more spills caused and embarrassment gone as laughter echoed around them. They boys were calm and relaxed once more, the noise forgotten but still lingering in their minds. Perhaps they could see such thoughts looking at one another, but neither mentioned it as they made their way to the theater.

The town Castiel lived in wasn't very large. It only had one movie theater. However, this wasn't the theater Dean and him walked out of at 8:30pm on a Monday night. Because of recent events, Dean wanted to make sure they didn't run into anyone from school, so he drove a town over in order to get the good theater, the one with seats that didn't creak when you leaned back in them. Castiel was more than happy with this as they stepped out with thirty or so other movie goers, none of whom paid any attention to the couple of boys who had sat with the arm rest up and ones hand on the others thigh throughout the entire movie. Here, they were invisible, and Castiel liked that.

"Did you see the part when Nick gutted the one guy?" Dean asks, grinning at his companion as they made their way towards the car. "Or were you too busy hiding behind your hands?"

"I didn't see it." Castiel says. "And I'm glad I didn't." They had gone to see a horror flick, per Deans suggestion. He seemed to have enjoyed it a bit more than Cas had. The teenager had always been somewhat sensitive compared to a large amount of his peers. It had never bothered him, but he wasn't one to enjoy horror films, espically one as bloody as that had been. Dean, however, was estatic, and Castiel liked see him that way.

"Aw, come on Cas. It wasn't that bad." Dean bumps his shoulder into his friend and grins. "The gore was really fake. The sex scean wasn't too bad though." He winks and wiggles his eyebrows which makes Castiel erupt in laughter.

"Unlock the car, pervert." Castiel says, stopping by the sleek black car that Dean had spent a whole five minutes parking. He slids the key into Cas' lock and lets him in, shutting the long, metal door behind him. Castiel didn't know much about cars, but he knew by the fact Deans still had metal doors that it had to be old; and for an old car, it was extreamly well taken care of.

"Back home?" Cas asks, a tone of regret tinting his voice. Dean nodded, his green eyes looking somewhat sad.

"Back home. I'd love to stay out longer with you, Cassie, but I've gotta get to work." Castiel glares at the nickname Dean had finally gotten the nerve to use this evening and, since Cas' apparently amusing reaction it to, hadn't stopped.

"Did you not get off?" Castiel asks, trying to ignore the nickname, but Dean had already caught sight of his glare and now had a wide grin as he pulled out of the parking space.

"I got off of the shop , not the bar. Ellen needs all the help she can get." Dean explains with a shrug. "We'll see if we can do this again soon, alright?" He was a little shocked with the words that came out of his mouth, but didn't take them back. He had enjoyed himself more than he had expected to, and honestly wanted to further his relationship with Castiel; he was at a lost at how to say it though. Little did he know, Castiel was at the same spot.

"I'd like that." Castiel responds softly, lacing his hands together in his lap. The two boys fall into a comfortable silence. Everything was alright for the moment. Althought the space between the two of them seemed too far. Dean glanced over at where Cas sat in the passangers seat of the Impala. The long, interrupted space between the two of them seemed much too great, even though Cas had sat in the same place earlier in the evening without an issue.

"Cas, you can sit in the middle seat if you'd like." Dean offers, not wanting to sound desperate, but wanting to be closer to his date. The boy, if he even knew what Dean was trying to do, he didn't show it, unblocked himself and scooted to the middle seat.

"You don't have a CD player?" Cas wonders aloud as he looked at the old time music player in front of him.

"It's an old car." Dean says, rather amused. "It works just as well. Watch." Dean leans forward and pressed a few buttons on the console and the rich sound of Led Zepplin flowed through the car. The tone seemed richer with a somewhat static to it, like an old record player. It filled the entire car without being too loud, like the gorgeously written staff and notes wrap around the passengers like blankets.

"Wow…" Castiel says, the word floating between them.

Dean smiled, glancing over at Castiel. His blue eyes were a gorgeous pure blue that shone in the darkened night as he looked at the stopped cacet player. "I know. You wanna put another one in? They're in the box down there." He pointed to the cardboard box of tapes under the far seat that Castiel had just moved out of. He slid the box out and searched through the identical black tapes that each had a title written on the white strip. Some of the titles were in Deans easy recognizable scrip, the others written in a similar scrip that had just a bit bigger curves, but still held the messy aspect of Deans. Castiel could only guess that was his father. Finally, he pulled out a tape with a name he didn't regonize. To be fair, Castiel didn't regonize most of the names in the box, but this one sounded interesting.

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog.." The rich sound of Elvis floated through the speakers. Dean laughed, his entire body vibrating with the sound that Castiel was starting to find addicting.

"Elivs. Really?" He shook his head and glanced over at his date again. "You ever listened to him?" He was shocked when the black haired boy shook his head and tilted it to the side slightly, singling his confusion. "You never… well damn. Here, listen. I think you'd like him. I don't listen to him much though." Dean turned the music up and fell silence, letting the songs rythms and beats speak for themselves.

Halting the car beside the same brick building Dean had been at only hours before, he felt a bit of sadness. The driver longed to stay with his date for longer, as long as he could. There was something about him that Dean felt he could never get tired of, so to say the least, he was happy to accept Cas' offer of coming inside. The gorgeously laid driveway seemed to stretch on forever as the two of them walked along it, the crisp air making Dean grin softly. Castiel, as shy as he was, took Deans hand in his own.

"Oh joy, Lucifer's home." Cas mutters, rolling his eyes. He squeezed Deans hand before letting it go. The hands fell to each of the boys sides without a word spoken between them, the feeling shifting only slightly to add longing to the comfort.

"He can't be that bad," Dean mutters, trying to hide his grin. "he's only named after the devil." Castiel rolled his eyes but let his amused smile show. "Speaking of which," Deans tone turned serious as he looked over at the Novak boy. "Why hasn't he given you your jacket back?" He cocked and eyebrow and Castiel only shrugged in anwer.

"Cause it's a nice jacket, I'm guessing."

"But it's yours, and you're freezing. You have to walk to school every day while that…" He paused, seemingly searching for the right word before settling for "Jerk has a car."

"So?" Castiel says simply. He knew how he got treated was unfair, but his demaner showed he didn't care; he had given up fighting for better treatment long ago and had simply accepted the fact in full. Dean, however, was no were close to doing that, but didn't want to ruin the evening by starting a fight with his dates older brother.

"Well, lets go meet the devil." Dean mutters, waving Castiel towards the front door. The teen looked a little shocked, probably that Dean wanted to meet his family, espically his brother, but walked to the door anyway and let the pair of them inside the warmth of his house.

Lucifer was lounging on a couch the wrong way, putting his feat on the back and letting his head hang so he was watching his horror movie upside down. A horror movie, Dean though, how fitting. He was sure it was Children of the Corn or something honestly terrifying, but didn't care enough to ask. Dean was a little too shocked as he figured out who he was looking at.

"Dean this is-" Castiel started to introduce the two of them when Dean cut him off.

"Luke?" The shocked sound of his cilivan name made the older Novak boy look away from his horror movie. His face morphed from annoyance to surprise, to a grin that even a child could know was up to no good.

"Dean Winchester! Would you look at that! Even without the grease, you still look like a monkey," Lucifer paused the movie and swung himself off the couch in a rather graceful movement before walking towards Dean.

"You're one to talk." Dean snaps, giving a quick once over. Castiel looks between the two of them with a look of confusion.

"You guys know each other? How?"

"Work." Both of the boys answer at once, a silence challenge written into their features. Deans green eyes locked with Lucifers blue ones and they stood close to as if they were ready to fight. Castiel looked on, rather frustrated at the pair of them.

"You two are acting like children." He says, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. Dean finally broke eye contact to look over at his date, his expression lightening slightly as he did so.

"He is a child," Lucifer says with a smirk growing as he rested both his arms behind his back. "A child who can't paint worth a damn."

"Excuse me for thinking the customer would be a little happier with an unpainted, working motorcycle rather than a broken one that flames on the side." Dean snapped, his hands starting to move in and out of fists where they lay at his side. Lucifer stayed unfazed and stated calmly

"That wasn't the job I gave you."

"That was the job Bobby gave me. It's his shop."

"Well you did a shitty job there too."

"Bobby sure as hell liked it."

"Bobby's a fool. Always has been." Lucifer states calmly, shifting slightly as his smirk grew.

"At least he's not a jackass." Dean snarls, looking ready to swing, as Castiel stepped in between the two battling boys.

"Knock it off, would you? This is stupid and Dean you need to leave soon."

"Oh, Castiel. Always the foolish peacekeeper." Lucifer says with a chuckle in his voice as he turns back to his movie. He plops himself back down on the couch in the same way as he had been prior to the bickering. Dean, with a little guidance from Cas, made his way out back. He jogged down the stairs and paced around in angry silence, Castiel watching from his spot on the porch.

"Dean." Castiel says finally, cutting the boys muttered rant off as he looked up at his date decending the stairs towards him. "It's fine. He is very rude, yes. But please do not let that upset you."

"Sorry." Dean mutters, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. "I just hate dealing with him." Castiel nodded in understanding as he took his hands off where he had rested them on his shoulders without realizing it.

The two of them stood facing one another as the tension fizzled in the air around them. Dean ached to hear that blessed moan fall from Castiels lips into his own mouth, which would be causing the sound. He didn't act on such want though, but rather took a step closer to his date and pressed his lips to his forehead in a soft, quick kiss. The boys blue eyes shone a little as his lips parted just enough to make them further tempt Dean. Both of the teens had a pink blush covering their cheeks but neither went noticed in the still darkening sky.

"See you Monday?"

"Monday." Castiel confirms, his voice altered just enough for Dean to walk away with a victorious smirk on his lips. Lips that he still wanted to form to Castiels, but he wouldn't admit that.