A/N Once again thank you all for your continued support. Things are finally starting to calm down which is good. Still in the process of moving though so things are still up in the air but I will strive to keep with my schedule :)

By the time Friday rolled around, Castiel was a nervous wreck. All week the pair had been teasingly close to each other but unable to do anything about it. By some rule they had silently agreed upon, Castiel didn't see Dean outside of the team training sessions. It was if that seeing they had a date on Friday, they were no longer going to spend their lunch period together. However, Castiel was grateful for the lapse in seeing Dean as it added more meaning to the time they would spend together on their date. Although now, seeing they had already taken a step in resolving the sexual tension between them, it became impossible for Castiel to keep his hands off Dean. During the training sessions he would find himself distracted by the way Dean's lips moved as he gave direction to the squad or how tight his shirt was on his broad frame. He could see the desire in Dean's eyes as he stripped off his clothes into his swim suit and it was excruciatingly difficult to keep from closing the distance between them and attaching their lips together.

Of course, Castiel kept turning up late to training which didn't help matters one iota. It meant that after the session, they were alone again. The flirting had stepped up a notch seeing as they were both planning to actually act on it but with the silent agreement that they weren't going to interact more than necessary, it increased the sexual tension tenfold. The teenager found himself alone in his bed at night jerking off to thoughts of Dean a lot more often than normal and he was beginning to get sick of not being able to relieve the tension that was still thrumming through his body even after Monday. He just needed Friday to hurry up and arrive but with Castiel looking forward to the weekend, by rule of thumb, the week dragged on impossibly slowly. Classes were as dull as ever and with not even his usual lunch period with Dean to look forward to, the time passed even longer.

But finally, Friday had arrived. Dean had told him after training that morning that they were going out for dinner but nothing fancy so he should dress casual which left Castiel's mind reeling as to what Dean had planned. Dean had told him that he would pick him up from outside his apartment at seven so by six, Castiel was pacing his apartment in nervous anticipation. He had dressed in black skinny jeans that hugged his figure with a white button down with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. He wore his black Chuck Taylors to keep it casual and was now waiting for Dean to show. Before he knew he had done it, his phone was pressed to his ear and it was ringing.

"Hello Clarence. Bit early to be drunk dialling me isn't it?" Meg's voice greeted him.

"Ha ha Meg," Castiel replied sarcastically. "I haven't even had anything to drink yet"

"Oh really? Then what do I owe the pleasure?"

Castiel sighed, "I told you I have that date with Dean tonight."

"Ah so you do. I almost forgot. Why are you calling me again?" Meg asked playfully.

"Fuck you," Castiel retorted, "I'm kind of freaking out here. I've never been on an actual date before. What do I do?"

Meg chuckled through the phone and it had Castiel frowning in annoyance. For his best friend she really was a bit insensitive. He started to wonder why he had even become friends with her in the first place but then he remembered that she was the only one that genuinely liked him for him and not his popularity.

"Clarence," She started once she stopped laughing, "Just be yourself. He obviously likes you and you've already spent a lot of time with him during those cute little lunch dates you've been telling me about so why should this be any different?"

Castiel nodded his head in agreement feeling some of the nervousness dissipate at Meg's words. She was right. Castiel had already spent so much time with Dean that they were already comfortable around each other. It shouldn't be awkward going out together because they both wanted to be there with one another.

"You're right," Castiel replied with a smile.

"Of course I am. Can I go now? It's Friday and I want to go out."

Castiel chuckled feeling better with every passing moment, "Yeah of course. Thanks Meg I'll let you know how it goes."

"You better. Catch ya later Clarence." Castiel hung up his cell and flopped down on his bed pushing his phone into his pocket as he did so. With Meg's words running through his head, his nerves for his date with Dean had completely disappeared and all that remained were the good butterflies. He was excited to see where Dean was going to take him and what they would be doing. In reality though, he was just excited to spend time with Dean outside of school grounds where they would be labelled as coach and student and had to keep things normal between them.

As he let his mind wander as to what Dean had planned for the night, he completely lost track of time. A toot of a horn from outside brought his attention back to the present and he quickly stood up from his bed and checked his hair in the mirror in one last attempt to tame his unruly hair. Unsuccessful, he sighed and grabbed his jacket before picking up his keys and heading out the door. He locked it behind him and made his way down to the ground floor. Seeing Dean leant up against his black beast of a car had a grin plastered on his face as he exited the building. His stomach did a twist as he saw what the man was wearing. Dark washed jeans that hugged his legs defining his bow legs, a black t-shirt covered with a bottle-green button down that complimented his eyes and a leather jacket to top it off. To say he looked good would be an understatement.

As he stepped closer to Dean, Dean's hands found his waist and pulled him in so that their lips met. It was the first time since Monday lunch period that they had kissed and Castiel wasn't going to waste a second. He quickly deepened the kiss pressing against Dean has hard as he could only to have Dean equally enthusiastic and opening his mouth to lick at Castiel's bottom lip. Castiel opened his mouth and let Dean's tongue roll around his before sucking gently on it. Content, they pulled away only to grin at each other.

"Hey," Dean breathed into the air around them.

"Hi," Castiel replied still grinning.

"You ready to go?" Castiel nodded his assent and Dean pushed him back slightly so that he could move away from the door. He opened the car door for him and Castiel slid inside onto the leather interior. As Dean closed the door behind him, Castiel couldn't stop himself from taking a large inhale taking in the scent of Dean's car. A smile spread across his face as he remembered all the stories Dean had told him about this car and how he had basically built it from the ground up after it had got into a bad wreck. He hadn't told him the details of the wreck only that Dean wasn't involved in the accident.

The teen was startled out of his thoughts by the driver's door opening and Dean sliding onto the bench seat. Castiel's stomach did yet another flip as Dean grinned at him before he started the ignition of the Impala with a roar. The rumble from the engine had Castiel's chest vibrating and he couldn't help but be reminded of his own car. He smiled to himself as he realised how much Dean and he had in common.

"So where are we going?" Castiel asked to break the comfortable silence they had fallen into.

"Uh this place called 'The Roadhouse'. It's kind of my favourite place to go," Dean answered shyly. His skin started to cover in a blush and Castiel smirked over at the other man. "What?" Dean asked as he caught Castiel's smirk.

"Nothing," Castiel replied nonchalantly, "Just find it amusing how you're embarrassed about taking me somewhere you like"

"Fuck you," Dean jokingly replied.

"Maybe later big boy" Castiel replied cool as ever. He broke into a fit of laughter as Dean went a deep red and ducked his head pointedly looking back at the road. It only made Castiel smirk wider. They drove in silence for the rest of the ten minute drive before Dean indicated and pulled into the carpark of a wooden bar. Castiel looked out the window sceptical of what he had gotten himself into but eager none the less to see why Dean liked this place so much. It looked like a typical country bar where if you weren't a regular, people would look at you sideways until you left again.

They exited the car and Castiel followed slightly behind Dean as they stepped into the establishment. He was pleasantly surprised at the atmosphere that the place held. There were tables around the joint that had people talking over a beer as well as a few booths off to the side where people were enjoying a full meal. The bar was located off to the right and Castiel saw a blonde woman who looked to be a little older than himself keeping and laughing at something an old man had said to her. The blonde looked up and over in their direction before breaking into a huge grin and waving at them.

"Dean!" She called out and waved him over. Dean started in her direction and Castiel tailed behind him. "I have your booth for you," She said as she lifted the wooden divider and stepped out from behind the bar. "You must be the famous, Cas," she spoke as she gave the teen a once over, "I'm Jo," she introduced with a broad smile.

"It's nice to meet you," Castiel replied with a nervous smile of his own. He was a little taken back that the barkeeper knew who he was but also slightly ecstatic that Dean actually talked about him. He looked towards Dean to see him glaring a heated stare at Jo who just returned it with a cheeky smile and bounced off in the direction of the booths. Once she was out of earshot, Castiel nudged Dean's shoulder with his own, "So you talk about me huh?"

"Shut up," Dean grumbled in reply which had Castiel chuckling. Castiel took the opportunity to lean in and quickly peck Dean on the cheek before stepping in front of him and following Jo to their booth. He didn't look back to see if Dean was following because he knew he would be. Jo came to a stop beside a booth near the back of the bar and gestured to the red leather seats with a smile. Castiel slid in to the nearest seat and waited for Dean who was just behind him. Dean's cheeks had a small tint of a blush to them as he slipped into the seat opposite him and Castiel's smirk returned.

"So what can I get you boys to drink?" Jo asked bouncily.

"Two beers," Dean quickly replied not giving Castiel a chance to order. He wasn't even upset because it's exactly what it wanted.

"Anything else?" Jo asked as if she was unwilling to leave.

"No Jo," Dean replied agitation thick in his tone

"Alright sheesh," Jo replied which had Castiel chuckling nervously. Obviously Dean was good friends with the woman and she was trying to do everything in her power to get to know all about Dean's date and to probably embarrass him. Castiel watched Dean watch her go. He saw the obvious tension slip from his shoulders as she left them alone and Castiel let his mind wander to why Dean would bring him somewhere where he wasn't comfortable.

When Dean turned to face Castiel however, he had a smile on his face which the teen couldn't help but return.

"Sorry about her," Dean apologised, "She likes to put her nose where it's not wanted."

The teen chuckled in reply, "I don't mind," he said, "She seems to know you quite well." He hoped to keep the jealousy out of his tone but judging by the look on Dean's face, it didn't quite work. It was hard not to notice the looks Jo was throwing Dean's way when she was with them.

"Woah Cas, she's like a little sister to me. I've known her since I was little. Her Mom, Ellen, is married to Bobby so Ellen is pretty much my Mom too."

"Oh," Castiel breathed relief thick in his voice. He didn't want to be the jealous type but apparently he was.

Dean thankfully moved on and picked up a menu handing it to Castiel. Castiel noticed Dean didn't pick up one for himself and as Castiel remembered that Dean said this was his favourite place to go, he probably knew the menu off by heart. The teen gave the food options a once over before placing it back onto the table.

"I'll just have whatever you have," he announced trusting Dean's judgement.

"You'll love it," Dean replied with one of his tooth showing grins. Just as they decided, Jo returned and placed their beers on the table. She slid one over to each of them before turning to look at Dean.

"The usual?" She asked.

"You know it and Cas wants the same," he replied not taking his eyes off of the teenager.

"Sure thing," she grinned at Castiel before moving away from the table. Dean was still staring at him so to break the awkward stare; he picked up his beer and took a hearty gulp. With the bottle between his lips, he looked down the glass and over to Dean who still hadn't taken his eyes off him as he picked up his own drink. Castiel smirked as he noticed the hungry look in Dean's eyes as he swallowed. He placed his drink back onto the table and played with a shaft lightly watching Dean's eyes zero in on the movement.

Castiel let Dean watch his fingers move for a moment, before Dean shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. The teen had to supress a chuckle. Castiel looked around the bar and took in its friendly environment and the atmosphere seeing why Dean liked this place so much. It was so unlike the usual places Castiel would find enjoyment but somehow he just knew it was exactly Dean's scene.

"This place is nice," Castiel said to break the tension that had fallen over the table.

Dean smiled at him, "Yeah I kind of grew up here. Ellen would make me food and I'd help out in the back washing dishes to earn some cash."

"Oh really?" Castiel asked with raised eyebrows, "I didn't see you as the type to wash dishes."

Dean let out a chuckle and Castiel's insides melted at the sound, "Yeah there's a lot you don't know about me I guess," he replied before taking another sip of his beer.

"Well," Castiel drawled, "You could always fill me in on the details."

Dean let out a sigh as he placed his bottle back onto the table. His features took a darker shade to them and Castiel felt as if he had overstepped a line asking Dean to talk of his past.

"Cas," he breathed, "My past is a little dark. I don't think it's really first date material"

Castiel let out a huff of a laugh. "Dean," he said catching the eyes of the other man, "I don't think you can really count this as a first date. We've both been openly flirting since the moment we met. If you're not comfortable telling me that's fine but I'd like to know."

Dean nodded, "Guess you're right," he agreed. Just as he was about to speak further, Jo reappeared with their meals. She placed both plates in front of the men and Castiel looked down at the plate with wide eyes. The burger was massive filling up almost three-quarters of the entire plate with fries filling up the rest of it. It was so big in fact that he didn't think he'd actually be able to bite it. He looked up to see Dean staring over at him with a smug grin on his face and then up to Jo who had the exact same expression on her face.

"Enjoy," she chimed before bouncing off in the direction she came from. Castiel stared back down at his plate investigating further. The burger before him was actually one of his favourites; a bacon cheeseburger with extra cheese and oozing barbeque sauce. It was just three times the size of his normal sized burgers.

"How the fuck is this meant to fit in my mouth," Castiel asked looking up from his burger to see Dean had already taken a bite out of his.

"Oh I'm sure you'll manage," Dean answered around his mouthful. He swallowed and then spoke again, "I've seen what you can fit in there."

Castiel glared at his date before moving some of the fries around his plate so that he could pick up the burger. In retaliation for Dean's comment, Castiel decided he was going to play up the situation. He stretched his mouth as wide as he could and took a decent bite savouring it on his tongue. As he chewed he let out a decent moan.

"Fuck," he groaned around his mouthful, "That's delicious." He chewed before swallowing and taking another bite. He once again moaned at the taste and smirked as he realised Dean had stopped eating his own burger and was staring at the teenager. A little bit of grease had trailed down his fingers so instead of using the napkin, he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth before licking them clean.

"Okay Cas," Dean reprimanded his voice low with arousal, "I get the picture." Castiel grinned to himself knowing he'd won before resuming his burger.

They made light conversation during dinner never delving into the past that Dean was a little shady over but Castiel wasn't worried. He knew Dean would tell him when he was ready just like he in turn would let Dean know of his own past. The teenager wasn't sure if he was quite ready to tell Dean everything but he was positive it would come out sooner or later as an eighteen year old high school student living in their own studio apartment wasn't exactly normal. Once finished, Castiel pushed his plate to the side and leant his elbows on the table leaning towards Dean who had finished his meal well before Castiel.

"So what are we doing now?" the teenager asked.

"Well, we could stick around for dessert or we could go somewhere else?" Dean answered as his foot found the back of Castiel's leg and rubbed his calf.

Castiel thought it over for a moment, "Hmm," he hummed, "I have ice cream at my place if you want to go back there? You could finally check out my record collection."

"That sounds pretty good actually," Dean answered, "I'll just tell Jo to make the pie to go."

Castiel smiled and nodded as Dean stood and made his way over to the bar. He watched him go admiring how the jeans Dean wore made his ass look before he turned his eyes back to the table. He picked up his beer and drained the last few dregs before standing and making his way over to Dean. He slipped up beside him placing a hand on his hip as he moved around to stand by his shoulder. Dean looked over at him and smiled before looking back to where Jo was re-appearing, white box in hand.

"Here you go Winchester," she said with a wink as she handed over the box.

"Thanks Jo," he replied before looking over at Castiel again. "Ready to go?" he questioned. Castiel nodded readily. "Awesome. Let's go then." Then Dean did something that surprised Castiel, his hand slipped down to the hand on his hip and wrapped it in his own linking their fingers together. Castiel stared down at their joined hands with a small smile feeling giddy inside. No one had ever made him felt like Dean did. Normally, a hand in his own was only so they didn't get lost as they fought their way through the crowded club to get a taxi home. It was never a thing of comfort but now Castiel found himself warming at the touch and gripping tightly onto Dean's hand. "I'll see you later Jo," Dean farewelled before nudging Castiel in the direction of the door. They walked hand-in-hand out to the impala before Dean let his hand go so he could once again open the door for the teenager. Castiel pressed a kissed to Dean's lips in thanks over the door before sliding in. Dean placed the pie in his lap and closed the door behind him. Moments later, Dean was joining him and starting the car.

"Your place?" Dean asked reassuring their plans.

"My place," Castiel nodded with a smile.

A/N Thanks for reading :) Leave a review if you feel inclined ;)