Just as a warning for anyone who doesn't like this kind of stuff, there is an explicit scene in this chapter, and before you get excited, no, it's not Dean with Cas. It's just Dean.
Chapter 9: Dinner At Castiel's
Cas didn't wait too long after their little escapade before inviting Sam and Dean over for dinner. He told them Gabriel is holding a small dinner party at Cas' house.
"He's hosting it at your house?"
"Yes, he says it's more convenient since it's bigger than his."
Dean consulted his brother about it to make sure he was free, and when Sam gave him the green light Dean texted Cas to let him know they'd be there tomorrow. Cas responded with a smiling emoji, which Dean thinks is incredibly adorable how much Cas loves his emojis, or, as Cas calls them, emoticons.
Later that day Cas sends Dean a text with another emoji that reminded Cas of Dean, and this has happened a few times now, and every time Dean held himself back, but he risks it this time. It will be less suspicious now that Dean knows what Cas' name actually means. So he decides, why not send it?
{picture of a text message}
Cas: (hamburger emoji) This emoticon reminds me of you.
Dean: It took me a minute, but now I understand. It's cause I'm delicious, isn't it?
Dean: Well I have one that reminds me of you, wanna see it?
Cas: Of course
Dean: (angel emoji) it's an angel. Get it? Since your name is angel of Thursday
Cas: Oh, yes, that makes sense
Little did Dean know that that made Cas a blushing mess for the rest of his day.
The next day comes a lot quicker than usual, but it isn't a beautiful sunny day they were all hoping for. Instead, it's dark, cloudy, and a torrential downpour.
"Dean, where the hell are all the umbrellas?" Sam asks from the hallway closet.
"They should be in there-" Dean hesitates and makes a look of realization. Sam looks over at him and furrows his brows. Dean nods with a smile. "We don't have any."
"How do we not have any umbrellas, Dean?" Sam asks accusingly.
"Benny and I may have made a bet a long time ago to see if we had enough umbrellas if it would work as a parachute." Sam's eyes widen at the ideas running through his head. "So we took them all and strapped them to me and I jumped off the bridge."
"What the hell, Dean?"
"Yeah, I know, it didn't even work," Dean says with a small pout.
"And now we're going to get soaked running out to the car."
"Oh, come on, Sammy, a little water never hurt anybody." Sam narrows his eyes at his brother and Dean rolls his eyes. "Right, kill me later. Right now we gotta scoot boot and boogie."
The brothers waste no time in sprinting to the car and throwing themselves inside. Those few seconds in the rain, even though they ran fast, has them on the verge of soaked. Sam simply looks at Dean unamused and Dean points a finger at him saying, "Don't even say it, Sammy." before starting the car and heading out.
When their destination comes into view and Dean parks the car, he has to take a moment to look the house over. Dean knew Cas' house is big, Cas even said it himself, although less directly, but damn.
Dean looks over at Sam with an expectant raise of the brow. "Ready?"
Sam nods and they get out and run up to the house, under the roofed porch and ringing the doorbell. Yet again the few seconds they were out in the storm got them the rest of the way wet. They weren't quite soaked to the bone, but their clothes were dripping.
"In retrospect, maybe ruining all our umbrellas wasn't the best idea."
"You think?"
The door swings open a few seconds later to reveal Cas. Cas' smile falters when he sees the state they're in. "You're soaked."
"Thank you, captain obvious." Dean teases. Cas lets them in, Sam closing the door behind them.
"Follow me, I can lend you some clothes if you'd like."
"That would be amazing." Dean smiles and Cas leads them up the stairs to his room. When they enter the room, Dean looks around at his surroundings as Cas immediately goes to his closet. His room looks nice. Simple, but nice.
"Here," Cas' voice sounds from behind him making him spin around. Cas is holding out clothes for the brothers. "They should fit. I had a pair of Michael's old clothes that should fit you, Sam.
"You've got a nice house." Dean says as he starts to strip, the conversation keeping Cas in the room, so he turns his back on them.
"Thank you, it was my parent's house, but they gave it to me a few years ago. I have to admit though I would be much more comfortable in a smaller home."
Cas' phone starts to sing in his back pocket so he pulls it out and sees who it is. Sees Gabriel's name and tells the brothers he'll be right back before going into the hall and answering the call.
"Gabriel, where are you?"
"Ah, yeah, about that, little brother. I'm not coming, neither is anyone else. Samerella and Dean-o are there though, that's all that matters."
Cas narrows his eyes at the wall. "Do not tell me this was a prank."
"Okay, so I won't tell you." Gabriel laughs lightheartedly.
"You are insatiable."
"Yeah, yeah, but you love me. Hey, don't go making any bets with Dean about who can eat more, I'm still coming in just gonna be late."
Cas' face flushes a light shade of pink. "How did you hear about that?"
"How do you think, kiddo? Sam texted me asking if I knew where you two got off to when Dean didn't come back that night. Castiel, he texted me at three in the morning. Three. And he didn't stop until I answered." Gabriel groans over the phone. "Next time you want to get laid, tell Sam you two aren't coming back."
Cas' eyes fly wide open. "It wasn't like that, and you know it!" Gabriel barks a laugh and then all of a sudden there are horns honking on Gabriel's side of the line and a loud crack of thunder. Cas frowns thinning his lips. "Are you okay? I'm hearing a lot of horns on your end."
"Yeah, I'm good, the road is just starting to floor and it's hell's highway over here, but don't worry I should be there soon … ish. And before you tell me not to come if it's that bad, I'm already halfway there."
"Alright," Cas sighs running a hand through his hair and glancing out the window at the end of the hall, it's starting to get a little darker out, but that could just be because darker clouds are rolling in. "be safe, Gabriel. I'll make sure to save you some food."
"Thanks, Cassie. Give the boys kisses for me."
They hang up and Dean's voice comes from behind him. "Gabriel okay?"
Cas turns around and comes to a halt seeing Dean in his clothes because damn Cas could get used to seeing Dean wearing his clothes. Cas quickly clears his throat and nods before his mind can drift any further down that road. "Yes, he's okay. The roads are flooding though so he's going to be late. Although it appears this was another one of Gabriel's pranks. A rather poor prank, but a prank nonetheless."
Sam arches a brow. "What was the prank?"
"To say we were having a dinner party, but only you two were actually invited." Cas scrunches his brows together and squints his eyes a little. "Granted I was planning on inviting you two over for dinner sometime anyway, so I'm not quite sure I understand the prank aspect of it."
Dean claps his hands together with a smile. "Well, in that case, how about we get started making dinner." Cas looks up with a smile and nods.
The three of them all start getting the ingredients and pans out, and even though Sam and Cas both had good intentions of helping with the cooking, Dean was the one who shoved them to cutting things up because frankly, they aren't the best cooks.
Dean looks up when he sees someone else walk into the kitchen. "Convenient timing, we just finished up."
Gabriel smiles wide as he walks over to them. "Lucky me, looks like I don't have to do anything."
"You're on dish duty," Cas says, effectively making Gabriel deflate.
The older Novak doesn't stay deflated long though before he notices Sam and Dean wearing Cas' clothes. He arches a brow. "Do I have to wear your clothes too, or what's going on?"
"We're wearing Cas' clothes because I have an idiot for a brother," Sam says, still a little bitter over it.
"Hey," Dean gives a mock hurt look. "it was a long time ago." They all grab their plates and make their way into the dining room taking their seats.
"What did you do?" Cas asks curiously.
"I may have broken all our umbrellas."
"He wanted to try and fly." Sam adds and Cas' eyes widen.
"Okay, no, I didn't want to fly. I wanted to see if the umbrellas could work as a parachute."
Gabriel barks a laugh while Cas just stares in shock. "Did it work?"
Dean chuckles and shakes his head. "No, it got me a broken leg."
"Wait, that's how you broke your leg?"
Dean nods looking at his plate and grabbing the burger taking a bite. Everyone else following his lead and Cas barely holds back a moan as the flavor washes over his tongue. He savors it before swallowing to speak again.
"This is really good, Dean. I had no idea you were such a good cook."
Dean smiles and the butterflies in his stomach stir. "Cooking is the one thing I'm really good at. Someone had to keep this sasquatch fed."
Before anyone could reply, all of their phones start to vibrate and a warning sound goes off. Dean furrows his brows and checks what's going on. There is a flood warning on his phone's screen.
"The roads are flooded." Cas states looking up and meeting Dean's eyes. Cas opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, then proceeds. "Would you like to stay here for the night so you don't have to drive in this?"
Dean knows that he would be fine driving home, but the thought of staying longer with Cas is far too tempting. Not to mention he's wearing Cas' clothes so he should wait until his clothes are dry to leave. Plus, if they don't have to get soaked again, then he isn't going to leave. Then it connects with him that he isn't just making the decision for himself, Sam might have something he has to do. He glances over to his brother. "You have anything you really need back at the house?"
Dean sees the split second of hesitation before Sam shakes his head. "No,"
Dean can feel it in his gut that Sam is lying, but for once he's not going to push. "Alright, then if it's not too much trouble, we'll stay." Better safe than sorry, right?
After they finish up their dinner, the four of them decide to watch a movie. They all make their way into the living room and they scan the, rather sparse, selection. Gabriel is the first to pull out a movie.
"Cassie, you never watched the movie I got you."
Cas narrows his eyes at his brother but stops when Dean looks at the movie and his face lights up. "Whoa, Cas, you've got The Orphanage? We've got to watch it." Dean turns to Cas with a wide smile. "You good with that?"
Cas opens his mouth but quickly closes it, placing a smile in place and nods. He only glares at Gabriel when his brother snickers.
Sam sits on one couch and Gabriel quickly swoops in to take the other spot, and unless Dean wanted to sit between the two, he is left with sitting on the loveseat with Cas. Which he didn't mind at all, so he sits beside Cas, leaning comfortably on the armrest, his one arm resting along the back of the couch.
The movie they picked is a horror movie, and to Dean's surprise, he sees Cas staring at the screen looking like he wants to run away. In one scene there is a jump scare and Cas nearly jumps out of his skin. Dean wants so badly to wrap his arm around him, his arm is already so close, but he that probably wouldn't go over very well. Instead, he rests his knee against Cas' and Cas takes to it immediately, scooting closer to Dean so their thighs are pressing together. Cas doesn't tear his eyes from the screen, but he looks slightly less like a frightened puppy.
That is until another jump scare comes on and Cas jumps and grabs Dean's knee in a kung-fu grip. Dean can't help but smile, but repressing the chuckle is a different story. He bites his bottom lip trying to stop it, and finally, the urge to laugh is squashed, but the smile won't leave his face.
When the movie finally ends Cas doesn't move so their thighs aren't pressing against each other, and Dean doesn't mind at all.
"I gotta ask, Cas," Dean starts making Cas turn his head in his direction. "If you were scared of horror movies, why'd you agree to watch it?"
A light pink blush crosses his cheeks and he looks away. "I thought I'd be able to handle it, plus you all seemed so excited about it."
"Wait," Dean looks to Gabriel narrowing his eyes. "You knew he didn't like horror movies, didn't you?"
Gabriel holds his hands up in defense and hides behind Sam who tries to get out of the way, not wanting to get in the line of fire. Gabriel then peeks his head around Sam saying, "Whoa, hey, no need for the daggers there. If Cassie didn't want to watch it all he had to do was say no." Gabriel looks at the clock hanging on the wall. "I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna hit the hay, busy day tomorrow." Gabriel makes his way to the stairs shouting over his shoulder, "Don't stay up too late kids."
Before anyone else can say anything, Sam turns away yawning. "Sorry, I had a hectic day today."
"That's alright; we can head to bed now too. Follow me. I have some new toothbrushes you can have." Cas leads them back the hall to the bathroom and gets them both a toothbrush.
"Thanks, Cas."
"Of course," Cas smiles, "You two have the first two rooms on the left at the top of the stairs when you're done." Cas then leaves them alone to get ready for bed.
The brothers get ready in relative silence and then head up to the rooms that Cas told them were theirs. Dean takes the room further down the hall saying a quiet goodnight to Sam before heading in. He closes the door most of the way and walks over to the bed seeing folded up pajamas on the corner of the bed. Dean smiles, he appreciates the offer, but he hasn't been able to sleep comfortably in more than his boxers in years, so he sets them on the nightstand by the bed and strips to his boxers, getting in the bed.
The bed is so soft, Dean feels like he's in heaven. He lays on his back and closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The room smells nice. It smells like Cas, which makes perfect sense seeing how Dean is in his house. That's when Dean feels a familiar twitch in his stomach. He knows he shouldn't, he really, really shouldn't, but thinking that doesn't stop the heat from pooling to his groin.
Dean groans in annoyance, trying to ignore it, but it's no use, it's all he can think about, and he's not going to get to sleep without taking care of it. So he reaches a hand down and palms himself through his boxers as he breathes in Cas' scent.
Growing quickly annoyed at the fabric of his boxers, he quickly pushes them down. He continues to touch himself for a little while before he starts to feel an urge bubble in his stomach for the first time in a long time. He brings his hand up to his lips and hesitates before licking them. When he deems them to be slick enough, he brings them down to his entrance, running a finger over the muscle. After a second he gently pushes in one finger to the first knuckle and lets out a shaky breath.
Cas' scent on the pillows has a calming effect on him but also serves to make him more aroused. He works himself open to slide the second finger in and scissor himself. His fingers brush against his prostate and he bites back a moan arching his back imagining that Cas is the one doing this to him. He imagines him naked hovering over him, looking at him with those powerful blue eyes that send shivers down his spine.
Dean knows he should be feeling bad about doing this, he really does, but that rational part of his brain that is usually there to say 'This isn't right, we should stop.' isn't there. Instead, they are replaced with 'Fuck it, only I will know what I'm doing right now.'
He brings his other hand to his cock and continues to pump himself a little sloppily. Thankfully he doesn't have to keep at it for too long before he's coming into his hand and on his stomach.
He keeps his eyes closed and catches his breath for a few seconds before opening his eyes and whispering to himself, "What did I just do…" his rational thoughts flooding his head making him feel guilty. Not to mention he hates himself for loving it so much. He shouldn't like being finger fucked. He especially isn't supposed to get so turned on by the thought of his fingers being Cas' dick in his ass.
He is not supposed to think of Cas that way when the man let him stay in his house out of The kindness of his heart, and Dean just jacked off to the thought of him. What the hell is wrong with him?!
Dean groans and decides it's a good idea to clean himself up, so he grabs the pajama bottoms and his underwear and slides them on. He makes sure to be as quiet as he can as he walks down the stairs and into the bathroom. He cleans himself off then glares at himself in the mirror before leaving the room. As he makes his way to the stairs he stops when he sees Cas sitting on the couch reading a book.
"Can't sleep?" Dean asks making Cas jump, looking wide eyed up at Dean.
Cas sighs when he sees it's Dean and gently closes his book, resting it on his lap. "I'm afraid not."
Dean smiles a little and comes around the couch, taking a seat next to him. "That movie really messed you up, didn't it?"
Cas rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have a weak constitution when it comes to scary movies." Cas gives a small chuckle. "I was hoping I'd be able to play it off longer than I did."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from the monsters, Cas." Dean cracks a wider smile at him when Cas blushes. The both of them sit in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before Cas speaks again.
"Why're you up? I don't think it was because of the movie."
"Oh," Dean jabs a thumb back in the direction of the bathroom. "I, uh, had to go to the bathroom." Cas nods and Dean pulls his bottom lip between his teeth debating how he can help Cas get to sleep. "Hey, uh, is there anything I can do to help you sleep? I mean, it was partially my fault for the movie."
"It wasn't your fault, Dean." Cas frowns, not wanting Dean to blame himself for Cas' lack of sleep.
Dean drops his eyes to the book in Cas' hands and arches a brow. "What're you reading?"
Cas' eyes widen and he looks down then back up with an almost shy smile. "It's silly," Cas holds it up and shows Dean the cover. "But I find it relaxing."
"Charlotte's Web?" Dean smiles wide, "I used to read it to Sam as a bedtime story all the time. I could recite the book without it in front of me." He holds out a hand for the book. "Can I see it?"
Cas nods and hands it over to Dean. Dean takes it and cracks it open, the spine not making any noises when he does, indicating it's been well loved over the years. When his eyes land on the first page he can't help but smile and read them aloud. "'Where's Papa going with that ax?' asked Fern to her mother as they were sitting at the table for breakfast." Dean sees Cas smile out of the corner of his eye so he continues to read it.
Ten minutes later, Dean glances over to Cas when he feels something fall on his shoulder. Cas fell asleep. Dean quietly closes the book and sets it on the coffee table before carefully situating himself and Cas so they can sleep on the couch comfortably together. When Dean settles them back, Cas snuggles himself into Dean's chest and Dean pulls the blanket from the back of the couch over them both.
"Goodnight, Cas." Dean gently kisses the top of Cas' head before closing his eyes to sleep.
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Dean groans as he starts to wake up, but the smell of coffee and bacon wakes him up enough to opens his eyes and take in his surroundings. He squints and furrows his brows as he groggily sits up. Why is he in the living- oh. He feels his cheeks slightly heat up remembering everything he did last night. He goes to stand up but pauses when he sees his clothes neatly folded on the coffee table. Grabbing them he makes his way to the bathroom and gets ready for the day, trying to tell himself to not act weird around Cas because he was stupid and embarrassed about last night.
Dean makes his way into the kitchen where Cas is leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee. He looks up and smiles at him. "Would you like some coffee, eggs, and bacon?"
"Yeah, uh, thanks." Cas nods and gets him his coffee and food. Dean takes it with a nods and he eats it quietly at the center island.
"Are you okay?"
Dean jolts at Cas' question, looking up to meet his eyes. He thought he was acting normal. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You just looked like you had something bothering you."
"That's just my morning face." Dean laughs trying to make light of it. "I'm fine, really."
When Cas nods and turns around to get more coffee, Dean breates himself. He's the only one who knows what he did last night. He needs to stop acting weird or else Cas is going to end up finding out, and god he hates himself for kind of getting turned on again by the thought.
He clears his throat and speaks to get his mind off it. "So, do I need to go kick my kid brother's ass outta bed?"
Cas turns back around with a smile. "No, he's out for a run. He said he'd be right back, he just didn't want to mess up his running schedule."
Dean pauses mid-sip and lowers his glass with scrunched brows, one brow arching in thought. Since when did Sam start running?
"Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Dean snaps out of it meeting his eyes. "Oh, no, it's nothing." It's at this moment that Sam decides to show back up, making his way into the kitchen. Dean arched a quizzical brow at his brother. "Running?"
Sam nods his thanks to Cas as he hands him a cup of coffee. "Yeah, Dean, running. I just started not too long ago. I want to get into a habit." Sam pauses and sees Dean turning up his nose at him. "It's good for you, Dean, you should come with me sometime."
"Oh, no, I'm good relaxing here with my bacon and having a lovely morning with my buddy Cas here, thank you very much."
Sam huffs a laugh. "Whatever you say, but when I'm 80 and running laps around you you're going to wish you were me."
"Dude," Dean scoffs, "When I'm 80 I'm gonna be just fine with my ass in a rocking chair on my front porch."
Cas smiles at the brothers, taking another sip of his coffee. He could get used to having mornings like this.
Their morning rolls by smoothly after this. Sam and Dean making light hearted bickering, Gabriel eventually stumbling down the steps following his nose to eat before leaving, and Cas calmly finishing his coffee. Eventually Sam and Dean have to leave and Cas sees them to the door.
"It was nice to have you both here, thank you for coming." Cas smiles at them.
"We had a good time here, thanks for the invite, Cas." Sam says putting his shoes on and opens the door waiting for Dean.
"We'll see you around." Dean smiles and Cas nods. They say their final goodbyes and the brothers go out to the car and get in.
"I saw you fell asleep on the couch with Cas last night." Dean looks over to his brother before looking back forward, his hands on the wheel. "I know you're scared you'd hurt him, but Dean, seeing you last night and this morning, I really don't think you have anything to worry about."
Dean sighs. "I'm gonna do it," Sam's eyes widen. "Later, cause it would be weird to ask him after we just spent the night at his house."
Sam rolls his eyes. "You're just using excuses, if you're going to do it, do it."
Dean knows he's being a chickenshit, but can you blame him? He puts the keys in the ignition and starts her up, but doesn't move any further from there. He drums his fingers on the wheel, then quickly opens his door and makes his way up to Cas' house, knocking on the door before he can lose his nerve.
The door opens a few seconds later revealing a surprised looking Cas. "Dean,"
Dean says hurriedly, "Would you like to get dinner … sometime … with me … maybe?"
A slow smile spreads across Cas' face. "I would love to, Dean."
Dean lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Awesome. Okay, I, uh, will text you then."
"Alright." Cas' smile is contagious and Dean can't stop from smiling as well as he backs up and makes his way to the car again. When he gets in he looks back and sees Cas standing there with his smile, leaning on the doorframe. Cas waves bye as they pull back and they do the same.
Sam doesn't say anything, but it's obvious what happened by the fact that Dean is on cloud nine. Not to mention he couldn't wipe that smile off his face if he tried. Sam is just happy to finally see Dean so happy again.
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Castiel Novak Finally Gone Off The Market?
Actor Castiel Novak announced in an interview today that he has in fact found somebody and is currently pursuing a relationship with them, but the thing nobody was expecting was for him to come out as gay. Here is the clip from the interview where he admits it:
Interviewer: So, Castiel, there have been rumors going around about you.
Castiel: Yes, there always seems to be something floating around. People are very dedicated to find something out about me that they didn't already know.
Interviewer: Yes, that is true, but this rumor isn't something we have heard about you before in such a serious tone. Is it true that you are actually in a relationship now?
Castiel: Yes that's true.
Interviewer: What made you finally decide to find yourself a girlfriend?
Castiel: I didn't necessarily wake up one day and think 'Today is the day I'm going to start dating'. I just met him on coincidence and it played out from there.
Interviewer: Wait, did you say him?
Castiel: Yes, he is a man.
Interviewer: So this is your way of coming out?
Castiel: I was never hiding, everyone simply assumed that I was only into women and I never felt a reason to mention otherwise. People simply shouldn't assume everyone is straight.
Interviewer: How do you think coming out as gay is going to affect your fans?
Castiel: I don't think it will affect them other than a bit of shock. I don't see why it would cause them to like me any less, unless, of course, they're homophobic. But gay isn't the correct term, I don't like people because of their gender. I like people because of personality.
Interviewer: If you're not gay, or straight, what would you identify as?
Castiel: Human.
Interviewer: No, I meant …
Castiel: I understood what you meant, and I don't see a reason to have to identify as a specific thing. If I do, and I, for whatever reason, decide to contradict it in the future, then it will cause an issue to everyone else. So I am simply human.
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{picture of that math meme trying to figure something out}
Caption: When someone you weren't expecting to be gay/bi, comes out and all of a sudden you start realizing everything they've done and you're trying to figure out how you never saw it coming.
I mean, really, Cas though. I feel so stupid.
Comments · Order by Oldest to Newest
Cassie Castiel ·5 hours ago
Okay but Castiel said he isn't gay. He says he doesn't want to identify as anything other than human. Honestly I understand what he's saying. People throw fits about bisexual people all the time. Say he ends up marrying a girl, everyone would say "Oh so you're really straight and you just wanted the publicity?" or he marries a man "Oh, so you really are gay and just didn't want to come out completely?"
Harold Green ·5 hours ago
I don't understand all this hype about him being "bisexual", seriously he's just being greedy, pick one. He is just lookin for an excuse to be able to hit on everyone. I don't want no boy makin a move on me just cuz he thinks his sexuality makes it ok
Death_is_my_homie · 5 hours ago
I forgot there are people like Harold Green out there. Shallow assholes that won't take their head out of their ass long enough to see how the world is now. People are unbelievable. If you knew Castiel AT ALL then you would know he isn't like that. And trust me, Castiel wouldn't be the only one who would never hit on the likes of you. Women probably avoid you too with an attitude like that.
CasCas Novak · 4 hours ago
Guys, what does it matter who Castiel prefers, he is still the same old Castiel we know and love, he hasn't changed. He makes heart eyes with a man across the room? Good for him, go get 'em tiger. Got an eye for a lady? That's great too, have fun! This is Cas. If anyone thinks he would hit on them out of the blue they're crazy. Cas is probably one of those people who asks if flirting is okay before he does it. Cas' flirting is probably so subtle you wouldn't even know he's trying to flirt. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
