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Chapter 11
Castiel looked out of his bedroom window anxiously. Dean was due to pick him up any second now to have dinner with him, Sam and Bobby, and Castiel had been glancing up every five seconds, unable to focus on his homework. As he turned away to scowl at his reflection (his damn tie was still refusing to behave), he heard a familiar engine rumble, accompanied by Gabriel cheerfully shrieking "I'VE GOT IT CASSIE!"
Castiel flew out of his room, tripping over his foot and narrowly avoiding tumbling headlong down the staircase. "Gabriel, please-"
"Hello, Dean-O! You sure do look nice!"
Too late.
Castiel arrived behind Gabriel, gasping for air. Dean stood on the doorstep, the warm rays of the setting sun striking his face. Castiel, struck literally speechless by the sight of Dean looking almost made of molten gold, simply stared until a hand clapped him on the back, bringing him back to earth and causing him to realise that Dean was staring back.
"Well, you kids have fun! That is, if you can stop undressing one another with your eyes and actually undress one another," Gabriel snorted, and a horrified "GABRIEL!" sounded out from behind Castiel. He turned to see a horrorstruck Samandriel stood there, eyes wide.
"Samandriel, Gabriel was being stupid. This is Dean, my boyfriend," Castiel said, blushing, and Dean winked at Samandriel.
"Samandriel? That's one hell of a name, dude."
Samandriel shrugged. "Yeah, most people call me Alfie." This elicited a confused frown from Dean.
"Um. Why?"
"In first grade I couldn't spell my name, and my writing made it look like I'd written "Alfie" on my work, so everyone called me that. It stuck, and it's a lot less dorky that 'Samandriel'."
Dean acquiesced. "Nice. Cas, you…uh, you ready to go?" A slow blush was steadily creeping its way up his neck under Gabriel's delighted scrutiny. Castiel, taking pity, nodded, pushing past his older brother.
"Yes. Goodbye Gabriel, I shall text you and keep you informed."
The two of them walked down the path to the Impala, hands brushing.
"Use protection!" Gabriel squealed, before hauling Samandriel inside from where he'd been leaning out the front door.
Dean was tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel as he pulled away from the kerb.
"Dean? Are you alright? I am sorry about Gabriel. He can be….intense," Castiel said worriedly. Dean shot him a smile, illuminated by the last rays of the sun.
"I'm fine, I just….I had this plan, and I wanted to run it by you."
"What is it?"
"Well, before we went back to Bobby's, I thought we could go see a movie? 'Cause I kinda thought…we haven't really had a second date? Like I know we had our first date and it all just sorta went from there but I want to take you out and stuff, if that's okay?" He looked over at Castiel, and Castiel realised that Dean was actually nervous. He placed a hand on Dean's leg reassuringly.
"I would love to go and see a film with you, Dean."
Dean beamed, and they drove to the cinema.
After a whispered debate in the line (which Dean totally let Castiel win, by the way), they had paid – Dean paying for the tickets, Castiel paying for the popcorn and Dean's liquorice. Which, if the look on Dean's face was anything to go by, wouldn't last long at all. Castiel had shyly produced the treat after buying it and the popcorn and drinks, and walking to where Dean was waiting for him. Dean's entire face had softened, and he had looked from Castiel to the proffered liquorice before asking "How did you….how did you know?"
Castiel had simply responded quietly, "You were looking at it before. I thought you might like it," and Dean, overwhelmed by this simple act of affection, pulled Castiel close and kissed him. They broke apart after a few seconds, Castiel blushing furiously as Dean grinned, to the sound of applause. Dean scratched the back of his neck before taking one of the bottles of Coke and the liquorice from his still flustered boyfriend, taking Castiel's hand, and pulling him to the theatre room.
Name any 'cinema date' cliché, and you can be certain that it happened with Dean and Castiel. What really made Castiel's cheeks warm, though, was when their hands met in the popcorn bowl, and Dean had turned to smile at him before clasping his hand, and settling them on the armrest between them. Not long after, a tentative hand had slipped from Castiel's, before slowly making its way around his shoulders. Castiel had placed the almost empty popcorn bucket on the floor (it hadn't really lasted beyond the opening trailers), before leaning into the embrace, hating the stupid armrest that was between them – but then Dean had obviously cut a deal with a devil or something, because the armrest lifted up. Castiel tucked himself more snugly under Dean's arm, the part covered by the other boys' arm feeling as if it was aflame. When the end credits began to roll, and those who didn't know about the after credit scenes (how could they not know?!) were leaving, Dean carefully tilted Castiel's chin up, smiling into his eyes before closing the distance between them and kissing him gently. Castiel, dissatisfied, pulled Dean's head down for more when he began to pull away, and teasingly ran his tongue along Dean's lower lip. Dean, completely taken by surprise, automatically opened his mouth, and soon enough their hands were grasping at one another, trying to get even closer as their tongues deliciously tasted the inside of the other's mouth.
They were interrupted, however, by a rain of popcorn.
"Get a room, faggots!"
Dean turned to where the voice had come from and stood, raising an eyebrow as he let his full height and size be made apparent.
"You wanna say that to my face, douchebag?"
The guy – Gordon Walker, from the same grade as them – scowled.
"Shoulda known it was you, Winchester."
Before anymore could be said, a nervous looking cinema staff member approached them.
"Um, guys? No fighting in the cinema, please. And sir, if you are going to throw around derogatory insults, we are going to have to ask you to leave." This last part was directed at Gordon, and Dean slumped back down next to Castiel, taking his hand again. Gordon blew past them, still scowling, and the employee looked over at where Dean and Castiel were.
"I am so sorry for his behaviour. We can offer you free tickets for the next time you visit us?"
Castiel, surprised, looked at Dean, who looked just as taken aback.
"Uhh, sure."
"That would be awfully kind of you. We wouldn't want to put you out."
They answered at the same time, and the employee gave them a quick smile.
"It's no trouble – any form of prejudiced behaviour is not tolerated here." She hurried out, and returned just after the end credit scene, handing them a coupon.
"I hope you both had a satisfactory evening, and that you visit again."
Dean, now completely bemused, took the coupons dazedly.
"Thanks….."
They didn't run into Gordon outside the cinema, thankfully, and drove back to Dean's house. It was now dark, and the stars were beginning to become visible. Castiel leaned his head against the passenger window and gazed up, smiling to himself. Dean glanced over, and his heart constricted at the sight.
The Impala pulled up outside Bobby's, and Dean hurried around to open Castiel's door for him. Castiel blinked at him.
"Dean, I can open a door, you know."
"Shut up, I'm a gentleman!" Dean took Castiel's hand.
"Aww, ain't he cute?" A voice came from the porch. Bobby and Sam stood there, with shit-eating grins on their faces. Dean hid behind Castiel, nudging him forward.
"Dean, what are you –"
"They're laughing at me, not you. Sammy likes you."
"….Next time Gabriel talks to you I am not rescuing you."
Castiel walked up the steps to the porch nervously, Dean still behind him, hand outstretched.
"Hello, Mr Singer. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dean talks about you quite a bit."
Bobby shook Castiel's hand before pulling the surprised boy in for a hug and releasing him.
"Talks about me all the time, does he? Well, he talks about you all the time here, so you're family already. Come on in, I made us some chilli."
Castiel looked over to Dean for guidance, but Dean looked like he was about to cry with happiness, so he allowed Sam to drag him into the warm house by the hand.
AN: I feel like this was pretty short but I have to fill out a form for a uni application thing, so yeah. Sorry. The cinema employee is awesome. Gordon is not.
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