A/N: Hey guys , I'm not dead XD
I'm so so sorry that I didn't upload the chapter last week, and sorry that there won't be a chapter next week but I'm going on a Holiday trip with my Family.
Anyways, thanks for the favs and follows and to Hectatess and Tiddo-mus for reviewing the last chapter.
Castiel stood in front of the mirror for the second time this day. He had showered like Charlie had ordered him to and was now trying to pick an outfit he could wear later. He was standing in front of the bed where he had displayed a few possibilities but had no clue what he should pick.
This called for drastic measures.
"Cassie! How nice that you call me for once.", the voice of his best friend giggled from across the phone line.
"Charlie that's not funny, I need your help.", Castiel groaned.
Charlie laughed. "Okay, bring it on!"
Castiel explained Charlie his problem and described all options, but none of them seemed to please Charlie.
"Stop it right there and then Castiel Lord. You ain't gonna wear any of this."
"Char-"
"Ah ah ah! Don't interrupt me.", she scolded, "Did you pack the ripped jeans I gave you to your birthday?"
Castiel frowned. "God, no! They're hidden in the depths of my closet."
"Oh c'mon Lord!", Castiel could amlost hear her roll her eyes.
"Fine then we'll have to improvise. Have you any scissors or knifes... oh and your shaver?"
"Charlie what...?"
"I said don't interrupt me. You got the knife? Scissors would do it too if you don't have one."
Castiel sighed and searched the room for knifes or scissors.
"Okay got it.", he said as he held up a pair of scissors.
"Great, now take the black jeans."
Castiel nodded and picked them up from the bed. "I have them...Why?"
"Because it's tight-fitting and you look gorgeous in dark colours."
"No, I mean, for what do I Need my favorite jeans, scissors and my shaver."
"Because,", Charlie said, "You dumped my ripped jeans and we gotta pimp you up."
Castiel looked at his reflection critically. Charlie had told him step by step how to rip the jeans and promised him to buy a new one as soon as he got back. He had been a Little unsure of Charlies plan but now that he was wearing the wrecked jeans, he had to admit that it Kind of suited him.
Charlie had told him to wear his white v-neck t-shirt and on top of it the black leather jacket that she had given to him on christmas, but other than the jeans he had packed the jacket.
He dialed Charlies number again, she picked up at the second ring.
"And?"
"I picked the jeans up from a washer like you said."
"No I mean how does it look like?"
"Like on the picture you sent me, my jeans - my favorite jeans is now succsessfully wrecked."
Charlie groaned, "Yeah, yeah I'll buy a new one, but what I mean is how do you like?"
Castiel sighed and quickly took a picture he could send to Charlie.
"Oh wow. I knew you'd look good but damn! This Dean is a lucky man."
Castiels brow furrowed. "So you think I look okay?"
Charlie just laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just- Just go get him tiger."
Before Cas could say something else Charlie was gone and the line was empty. Castiel sighed and put his phone back into his pocket.
He was about to do something about the mess of dark hair that seemed to be even more rebellious today than on any other given day, when there was a knock on the door. Castiels eyes widened and he quickly ran his hands through the curly hair, hoping that it would do as told- for once. There was another knock on the door. Castiel silently mumbled a few curses as he gave up his hair and ran over to the door. He quickly opened it.
"I'm sorry I -", he broke off in the middle of the sentence when he found himself in front of an extremely good looking Dean. His dark blonde hair was a little messy, but on purpose - not like Castiels own hair. His face looked now completely normal again, not red, not swollen. Well he didn't look normal, he looked gorgeous. He was wearing a black, perfectly fitting t-shirt and a gorgeous dark red flannel shirt, not to talk about the tight-fitting jeans he was wearing.
Castiels mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally got it together.
"Dean you - you look good.", he stammered absently. Dean seemed like he didn't even hear Castiels words. His green eyes had darkened a little as they were looking Castiel up and down. Dean was looking at him for a while now and it somehow got a little awkward.
"I- Sorry. You- ready?", Dean stuttered and his cheeks flushed slightly. Castiel smiled shyly and nodded. Dean smiled aswell and turned around to walk down the hall and leave the building. Castiel locked his room and followed Dean.
They walked out onto the street towards Deans car. Dean opened the passengerseat door for Castiel. With a surprised 'thank you' the dark haired man got in. He watched Dean walk around the car to the drivers seat.
He was so screwed.
Castiel recognized a few of the streets they were driving through on their way to the Roadhouse. He occasionally looked over to Dean, his apple green eyes fixed onto the road.
"Well Cas - I mean Castiel ... may I call you Cas?", Dean asked. He sounded a little nervous. Castiel smiled. Cas. He liked that, it sounded nearly as twice as good as the nickname Charlie had given him. Plus it came from Dean. Everything sounded so much better when Dean said it.
Castiel tried to get rid of the thought as fast as possible. "Yes of Course you can..."
Cas...
Sounds nice.
Dean smiled broadly and looked at the man on the passenger seat. "Cool. Well Cas, I wanted to tell you that you look good- well rather stunning - tonight."
Castiel felt heat rush into his cheeks and looked away quickly.
"Thank you Dean... Charlie checked my outfit and she assured me that I look good in this clothes. I'm glad that you think so aswell."
Out of the corner of his eye Castiel saw Dean tense a little when he mentioned Charlie.
"So uhm, this Charlie... she your girlfriend?", Dean asked, acting as if he didn't really care.
Cas turned to look at him again and couldn't help but laugh. Deans brow furrowed, wich only made Castiel laugh more.
"Charlie- she , she's my best friend.", Castiel said as he calmed down again. "God I could never be - ", he broke out in laughter again.
Dean sighed relieved and the broad smile from earlier took over again. "So you don't have a girlfriend then?"
Castiel shook his head, "No haven't had a girlfriend ever. Not really my area. But currently I don't have a boyfriend either."
Dean looked at him once more before turning to the road again. Castiel could have sworn that he had seen something like hope sparkling in those emerald eyes, but he surely was mistaken.
They arrived at the Roadhouse just minutes later. When they entered Jo gave them an odd look but Dean waved her off with a quick 'I'll explain it later'. They sat down on a table in a quiet corner and ordered the same things they had ordered earlier.
"Okay this silence is awful", Dean said after a while of silence and leaned back in his chair. "Let's do some 'first-date smalltalk'."
Cas' eyes grew wider and his cheeks flushed red in an instant. "D-Date?"
Deans eyes widened aswell as he realised what he just had said. He looked down and rubbed his neck nervously.
"I uh - uhm I... uh ... damnit!", Dean stuttered, "Sorry I uh... I just thought that this was... a ... "
"Date?", Castiel finished the sentence. Dean slightly looked up and Cas could see the bright redness on his cheeks, his green eyes sparkling shyly - it was fucking adorable.
"Y-Yes.", Dean mumbled and looked down again.
Cas smiled softly and tilted his head to the side. "I'd be happy to call this a date Dean."
Deans head shot up and a broad grin spread across his face.
"Really?!", he asked surprised but then he cleared his throat and leaned back, "Yeah of course you'd be happy I mean, look at that face."
Cas started to laugh as Dean pointed at himself with a smug smirk. Dean smiled at the man in front of him and barely stopped himself from saying other stupid things.
They launched into relaxed smalltalk, telling eachother things about themselves and exchanging funny little stories. Jo brought them their food and the two beers they'd ordered, eyeing the two of them up with a broad grin. Cas blushed lightly and sunk down in his chair on wich Dean gave her a scolding look. She laughed and left with a quick 'enjoy your meal'.
Dean gave Cas an apologetic look. "Sorry about Jo again."
Cas just shook his head. "It's okay Dean."
The blonde man smiled at him and took a sip of his beer. "C'mon try it. Those burgers are literally heaven!"
Cas chuckled at Dean and picked up the burger. Dean waggled his eyebrows at him as he took a generous bite of the burger. Cas' eyes fluttered close and a quiet moan slipped from his lips.
Dean started to laugh and slightly shook his head.
"Sorry... this burger is just...", Castiel mumbled and dug into the burger again.
Dean smiled gently, "No problem Cas. Told ya that Ellens burgers are the best."
Cas opened his eyes again and he gave Dean a genuine smile. They locked eyes and there was this brief moment when both of them felt something click in their heads. Castiel looked away shyly but Deans gaze lingered at him a little longer.
It was just like with Jimmy, but so different at the same time. And faster. Much faster.
Jimmy had stolen Deans heart after two, maybe three days, but Castiel? Castiel what was left of his heart the moment he opened that motel door in those ripped jeans, eyes shining and smiling.
