Castiel wanted to meet Dean during the day. He set up a date with him on Saturday at four o clock, at a nearby park. He had called Dean right after he knew his Wednesday shift ended, and when Dean asked to see him before then, he refused. Castiel said he needed to talk to Dean about something important. This terrified Dean. He was certain it meant that Castiel was going to end things with him, and Dean hadn't even had the chance to make things official yet, although he had planned to the next time he got to see Castiel.
"Cas seemed nervous over the phone." Dean told Sam, looking for consolidation in his brother.
"Stage fright. It's probably nothing. Or something good. Hey, maybe he's pregnant." Sam replied jokingly, while he was trying (and failing) to comfort his brother.
"He's gonna leave me. I know it. Fuck, man." Dean was ignoring Sam's attempts at humor, and was far too distracted by his own worry to laugh.
Sam placed a caring hand on his brother's shoulders. "It'll be okay. Even if he does end it, you've known his for what, a week? It's okay."
Dean sighed, a rush of sadness filling his eyes. "Sam. This last week has been the best of my life. Things with Cas are just so easy, and so natural. I love being with him. And I just—Fuck!" He bit back tears. Dean wasn't ready to lose Castiel, but he knew it was coming. ~
~Saturday came, although Dean wished it hadn't. He finally pushed himself out of bed around 2. He dressed in his usual outfit, today sporting a Led Zeppelin shirt. He knew they were Castiel's favorite; maybe it would change his mind. Dean hated this, a lot. He hated being the desperate girly one, but this is what Castiel had done to him, had reduced to this. When he got to the park, he was nearly trembling, but waited at the spot him and Castiel had decided on. He was five minutes early, because he was getting anxious at home. He spotted Castiel at a nearby tree, and froze. Luckily, Castiel noticed him, and made the approach that Dean was avoiding.
Dean can remember every detail, very specifically. It was 47 degrees and sunny. At 4:07 pm on January 11th, Castiel approached Dean, wrapped up nicely in a scarf and woolen trench coat. Dean was prepared for Castiel to announce that he was going to leave him, ending the string of dates they had been on since they had met. Dean cared deeply for Castiel, so losing him was going to be hard, but he would so his best to be the biggest man he could be.
"Dean… we need to talk." The low, raspy voice made Dean's heart drop. 'No.' Dean told himself. 'You're fine. You're okay. So what if it's over? You've known him for a week and a day. There's no way you've already fallen for him.'
"Yes… Cas?" Dean choked, covering up his distress with a smile.
Castiel's brow furrowed. He could sense falseness behind Dean's smile. The usual glint in his sparkling green eyes was gone, and Castiel missed it. He scooped Dean's face up with cold hand and kissed him lightly, hoping to receive a genuine smile in return. He pulled his face back when he felt that Dean wasn't kissing back. Dean was giving a confused stare, so Castiel returned one, now equally as concerned.
"Is something the matter, Dean?" He asked, his hand still placed on Dean's face.
Shocked, Dean replied asking "What are you doing, Cas?"
Castiel laughed. "Kissing you. Is that not okay anymore?"
Dean let out an exasperated half-laugh, and with a look of disbelief said "You're not leaving me, are you?" It was more of an observation than a question, and it caused Castiel a bit of distress.
"Dean… god, no! I would never leave you." He sat next to Dean and wrapped one of his arms around Dean's broad shoulders. "Dean, I asked you to come here today, because I needed to ask you something." He had has left hand intertwined with Dean's, and his right was rubbing against his shoulder.
Dean looked up at Castiel with the doe eyes the never ceased to melt his heart. "What's that?" he asked.
Castiel chuckled. "Well, I honestly don't know how to ask this. I'm sorry I had to leave you the way I did, I had some….. Things I had to deal with before I could do this. But Dean, I just needed to ask you if... I mean I was just wondering…. If you wanted to be official."
Dean nearly cried out. He couldn't even speak he was so surprised, and overjoyed. He only pulled Castiel to his lips, searching within Castiel for the 'Yes 'that he found himself unable to speak.
When Dean's tongue pricked at Castiel's lips, the angel pulled his head away. He had to hear a definite answer from Dean. He needed to know, for sure.
Dean looked at Castiel longingly, searching for the words he couldn't say. "Yes, Cas, yes… just, yes. I wouldn't be happy any other way."
Castiel scooped Dean's face up, pressing it against his own. He had softness to it, something filled with awe, admiration, and downright love. He pulled back, still smiling from the relief of the acceptance by Dean. He had been through a lot in the last few days to let the angels allow his relationship with Dean, and he didn't know what he would have done, had he done all of that just to have Dean shoot him down.
However, there was one downside to all of this.
Dean could never know. Castiel could never tell Dean that he was an angel. It was the only term on heaven's side of the deal. The only thing that kept this moment from being absolutely perfect.
"Let's go grab a bite to eat." He whispered with his face only inches from Dean's. ~
~A half an hour later, Dean and Castiel were sitting in a small restaurant that Dean had had recommended to him by a friend.
That's when Castiel dropped the bombshell.
"You know, I was still a virgin when I met you."
He was deep in is salad when he said it. He just announced it like any other conversation piece, maybe suspecting acknowledgement. He obviously didn't understand that this kind of thing was a big deal to Dean, who was now nearly choking on his burger. "A… what?!" Dean exclaimed, hacking bits of hamburger out of his throat. He looked up at Castiel, who only shrugged. "Dude, no way… no. fucking. Way. How did you not? I mean, a guy like you, stay pure? There's just no way."
Castiel chuckled at Dean's response, and did his best to hide the concern in is tone. "Hey, it's a choice." He said, teasing at his salad.
Dean considered the thought for a moment, and with a giddy smile, marveled, "Well, you could have had me fooled."
Castiel nibbled at a piece of lettuce. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, still blushing.
Snickering, Dean leaned in closer to Castiel. "It means…" he began to whisper. "…you've made me come harder than any other man or woman I've been with before. Ever."
Castiel clenched his jaw, and his hand lowered to his crotch, to adjust the member now growing in his pants.
Whispering back, he responded "Maybe we should….go." He gave Deana glare that could only mean 'Sex. Now.'
Dean smirked, and grabbed Castiel's hand. He slapped a twenty on the table and led Castiel out of the restaurant; ignoring the stares as he proudly held on to his, now official, boyfriend.
Sorry I haven't posted in a millennium, I've been busy! This chapter has been written over such a long period of time, I'm not certain it's in the same gist throughout, so I'm sorry for that. Oh, and while I'm being the barrier of bad news, I'll be in Seattle form December 23rd- January 2nd, so I probably won't be posting then.
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