On Friday afternoon, Castiel did something he had never done until now. He left work early. In the morning, he had searched through his closet and come to the conclusion that whatever he owned was not right for 'DVD watching'. He had already made the mistake of over-dressing once and now knew how Dean looked liked when he went out (absolutely delicious of course, but also, quite relaxed).

Thus, Castiel entered the most luxurious shops and found himself with pristine new blue-jeans as well as a few plain T-shirts. He remembered the last time he had worn one of those as a rebellious teenager. His mother almost had a heart attack.

Then, he stopped at the florist and got a delicate flower arrangement, with as much green foliage as possible to go with Dean's eyes. In his few past relationships, flowers had always been expected, so this was an easier part.

He stood in the building's hallway, still a little nervous, but mostly excited at the idea of seeing Dean outside his place of work. He knocked lightly and composed himself.

Dean was frowning. He was looking at Castiel up and down, then at the bouquet in his hand and what he saw didn't seem to his taste. Castiel waited, disappointed and, if he may say, a tad shaky, wondering what he had done wrong.

Dean met his eyes and took a step forward, to hug him. Cas almost let the flowers fall in surprise, but he was so relieved he let out a big sigh.

He followed Dean inside and looked around with interest. The place was ridiculously small. And yet, Dean had managed to put everything he needed in it, for practicality if not for aesthetics. There was, indeed, a worn-out couch in front of an enormous flat screen, which made him smile and wink at Dean.

He suddenly remembered his offering and handed it to his boyfriend, who took it clumsily and mumbled:

"Thank you, Cas, but... I don't think I own a vase."

"Really? Where do you put the flowers from your dates, then?"

"They're... not the kind to give flowers, actually. The guys were not very romantic and the girls were the ones... who got the flowers... Plus this thing is freaking enormous!"

Nothing was going like it should be. Castiel had expected Dean to make a comment on how good he looked in jeans, and then be happy about the flowers. He had reached the end of his script, at loss for ways to salvage the date. He started pacing the room, reaching the end too quickly because of how small it was.

Dean closed his eyes, then strode to the kitchen resolutely. He took out a large salad bowl and placed it on the counter, then he arranged the flowers inside it, until it looked quite fine. He took a step back and smirked in Cas' direction:

"Hey, looks like this thing is finally getting used. It's a housewarming present from Sam but I don't eat rabbit stuff. Wait a sec."

He took a photo with his cell and typed something.

"Are you teasing your brother?"

"Yep... Plus, showing him that I am worthy of nice gifts, instead of the boring stuff he always gets me."

He looked up at Cas and his smile shined all over Cas' world, until all the negative emotions were washed away, adding: "I would take a photo of you too, to show him how good you look dressed like that, but I don't think you would approve."

Castiel shook his head and sat on the couch. Dean immediately jumped over it and landed partly on Cas' laps, who reached his arms in reflex, finding himself nose to nose, with Dean.

"Hey, Cas.

"Hello, Dean."

He decided to throw away every expectations and scripts he was following and just kissed him full on the mouth. Dean readjusted himself while keeping the kissing going. It lasted for a long time.

As the evening progressed, he became quite engrossed in the movie he was watching (and in Harrison Ford, who was a treat for the eyes), limiting his physical connection with Dean to knees touching and hands fondling in the pop corn bowl (something else he had been deprived of until now. Being rich meant missing out quite a lot.)

But when it was over, he turned to Dean and started stuttering and mumbling, trying to convey how much he had liked it, until Dean ran his hand through Cas' hair and whispered:

"I knew I'd make a fanboy out of you. It's turning me on to see you enjoying yourself like that."

It was such a strange feeling, to have his shy nature being validated. When he was in company of people of his circle, he had developed a public persona that made him seem charming and witty. But Dean broke through all of these walls, letting Castiel be himself and actually appreciating what he saw.

This was a turn-on for Castiel too.

The kissing resumed with a heavier note, Dean's body pressed against his chest, his fingers unfastening the new pants:

"Really? You even wear brand underwear?"

"It's very comfortable."

"Feels like it. Although, wouldn't it be even more comfortable without them?"

The way Dean was wriggling his eyebrows made Castiel laugh out loud. It changed the mood a little, enabling him to suggest moving to the bedroom:

"Not that I don't like your couch, Dean, but it is not very practical for the kind of wrestling we are currently engaged in."

Dean chuckled, getting up and pulling Cas toward him:

"Funny you would say that, I was a wrestling champion in high school."

Castiel wanted to hear more about it, listen to Dean talking about his teenage years, but his nether regions were in disagreement. He pushed Dean forward.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Well, let me see...", he started kissing Dean's neck, "I find you magnificent, we are both aroused, and I'm getting impatient." He took advantage of Dean's shirt being long gone to kiss his nipple area.

Dean growled:

"Didn't think you were the demanding type. You're always very serious."

"Have I mentioned I'm a CEO? I can be bossy at times."

It was difficult to stay focused with all the laughs they got out of each other but he wouldn't have it another way. Being goofy and playful was a new, wonderful experience that only Dean could give him.

Plus, it distracted Dean long enough for Cas to completely strip him off.

This date was going perfectly after all.