Dean was walking aimlessly around the side streets. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. He had so much energy. He kissed Cas, and Cas kissed him back. He finally made his move and it was well received. He was over the moon.
Dean had known for a long time that he was gay. It wasn't until recently that he had let himself accept the fact. He was embarrassed. He felt ashamed in himself, like being the man of his family meant he was supposed to have the same traits as his father had. John had been a ladies man, there was no denying it. He and Sam had a half-brother Adam out there that only further proved the point.
Dean had tried the straight thing. He would work himself up and drink until he knew he could get it done. Even during the act he found himself thinking about the things he had watched on Sam's computer to finish the job. He wasn't an idiot, he didn't use his own computer. Somebody might know what he was looking at.
Dean wondered how his brother was going to react to the news. He knew he would have to tell him. He thought Sam would be ok with it. His brother loved him, and wanted him to live his life however Dean felt most comfortable. He didn't know if this was what he had in mind, but he didn't feel the same fear he had before over it.
As Dean walked lost in his own thoughts, he came up to a bar.
He saw the sign on the front read "The Roadhouse." He didn't have anything else to do, so he decided to check it out.
It was a small dive bar, he saw as he walked in. Everything was old and the place smelled like it had been open for a long, long time. Dean loved it.
Dean walked up to the bar. As he leaned over to look for the bartender, he heard a voice come from beside him, "Dean?"
He turned to see the weird red head, Charlie. Cas said she was cool, and Dean believed him.
"Your Majesty, How do you do?" He asked her smiling and turning his body to face her.
"At ease soldier. I'm good. How are you doing? Is Cas here?" She asked looking around him.
"No, he's at home on the phone with his mother." Dean told her.
"Oh, poor guy." She said and took in a sharp breath. She let it out slowly. "But, you do know where he is?" Charlie asked raising an eyebrow.
Dean was in too good a mood to care. "Yes I do." He laughed. "What are you doing out here in a place like this?"
"This is where everybody goes." Charlie held up a hand as Dean looked around the room.
He recognized a lot of people from the building. It made sense, it didn't take him long to walk here after all.
"And, they got a new waitress." Charlie gave Dean a sly look as she turned to look at the tall, lean brunette with the very short skirt. She was bending over to put drinks down for some guests.
Dean laughed. "I see. Not my type. Guessing she's yours though."
Charlie looked at Dean and smiled so hard Dean thought he may have started to love her.
"Yes. She. Is." Charlie said as the waitress turned to walk back behind the bar.
"She's probably pretty close to yours too." Charlie said to Dean just before the waitress came up to them.
The new waitress leaned over the bar, presenting her ample chest to Dean. "What can I get you?" she asked.
Dean noticed the shocking blue eyes right away. He looked over to Charlie and laughed. "Ok, maybe a little. Whisky."
The waitress turned to pour his drink.
"Wrong bits hey?" Charlie whispered.
"Yeah, Charlie, wrong bits." Dean said as he took his drink from the waitress. He shook his head.
"Well, better for me." Charlie said grabbing her own drink from the bar.
"So really, what are you doing out? Don't you have school or something?" Dean asked Charlie when she came out of her waitress trance.
"No, I'm a prodigy. It'll take too long to explain, but trust me, I'm a genius." Charlie told him casually.
Dean laughed. The girl was funny.
"A prodigy and a queen? Must be good to be you red." Dean said as he polished off his drink.
"Damn straight it is." Charlie said raising her glass. "How about you tough guy? What are you doing here instead of canoodling the neighbor?"
"I told you, his mom called." Dean said to her. "She called like, 4 times in a row."
"Yep. Sounds about right." Charlie said as she excitedly signaled the waitress for new drinks.
"Should I be worried?" He asked her, not getting the attention from her he would have liked.
"Hello gorgeous. Two more please." Charlie said dopily to the waitress.
"Charlie?" Dean tried to get her attention back. Once the drinks were set down in front of them Charlie turned her focus back to Dean.
"Worried? I wouldn't say worried. Concerned maybe. Are those the same?" Charlie wondered aloud as she took a drink.
"Close enough." Dean said. "Why do you think that?"
"I met her once, outside. She was not awesome." Charlie paused to think. "Mean." Charlie had a reminiscent look on her face. She shuddered.
"Good to know." Dean said and took a long drink.
"Anyways, Cas will be fine. It's his mother, he's got this." Charlie said reassuringly.
"I hope so." Dean said more quietly.
"He's fine Dean. Look at you momma bear." Charlie nudged Dean on his stool.
"Shut up Charlie." Dean laughed as he took another drink.
Once Charlie had finally gripped the attention of her waitress, Dean decided to call it a night. He said goodbye and laid more money on the bar than was necessary to cover Charlie's drinks as well. He gave her a small nod and wink before he left.
As he walked back towards the apartment he thought about Cas. He had a mean mom. Ok, Dean could deal with that. He wondered what the rest of Cas's family was like. He didn't have pictures around his place to give Dean any ideas.
His mind turned to earlier when Cas and Karen were sitting on the couch together looking at birds. They really hit it off. That was good. Karen had always been like a mother to Dean and Sam. She and Bobby were always so good to them growing up. Weeks spent with Uncle Bobby and Aunt Karen were always the most fun.
He thought about calling Cas, but it was late. He would talk to him in the morning.
Cas woke up late the next day. It was way brighter in his bedroom than it should have been. He quickly leaned over to his bedside table to grab his phone. He forgot to turn it back on again last night. Damn it.
He held the button down as it came back to life. After a minute his notifications started coming through. 3 missed calls from mom, immediately after they stopped talking. Normal. 1 missed Call from Gadreel, 1am. Unfortunately, also normal. And 2 missed Calls from Dean, time stamped for 9:45am and 10:45am that morning.
Cas looked at the time and saw it was only 11. He pushed the call back icon by Dean's name and cleared his throat. The phone rang twice before Dean answered.
"I was starting to think I'd have to come up there and scan for bodies." Dean said as the call picked up.
"No, that won't be necessary." Cas cleared his throat again. His voice was normally deep but first thing in the morning it was almost inaudible. "I forgot to turn my phone back on. I just woke up."
"It sounds like it. Good morning."
"Good morning Dean." Cas smiled and pressed the phone closer to his ear.
"I should let you wake up. I can put coffee on if you want to come down?"
"That would be good. Let me shower and I will see you soon."
They ended the call and Cas fell back into bed and his head hit his pillow. He looked at his phone and deleted the other missed calls. He left the two from Dean. He got up and jumped in the shower. He had a feeling it was going to be a good Sunday.
Once he had showered and shaved, Cas dressed himself and headed down to Deans.
He knocked on the door and Dean called "It's open." from inside. Cas let himself in.
He looked around the apartment and didn't see Dean anywhere.
"Dean?" Cas called out.
"In here, one sec." Dean called back from the spare room.
Cas decided to walk over and see what he was doing. He looked through the door into the small room and Dean was just finishing placing a small shelf in the corner. Other than the shelf, the room was still bare.
"Hello Dean." Cas said from the doorway.
"Hello." Dean responded, his face breaking in to a smile. "This room still needs some work. Don't think just a shelf is going to cut it. C'mon, coffees on."
Dean brushed past Cas and walked into the kitchen. Cas followed him.
"What do you take?" Dean asked while he poured two cups of coffee.
"Just cream." Cas told him.
Dean stopped and looked at Cas. "How's milk?" He made a mental note to start picking up coffee creamer at the store.
"Milk is fine. Thank you." Cas said and Dean finished making their drinks.
Dean handed Cas the mug. Cas noticed that all of Deans cups were mismatched. They were in various states of repair, different colors, and different sizes. He found it endearing.
They were quiet together for a little while. Neither seemed to know where to start after last night. Eventually Cas asked Dean how the rest of his night had been?
"Good." Dean said. "I went for a walk, I wasn't exactly tired when I left your place." Dean smiled at Cas. "Found a place called The Roadhouse? I'm guessing you know it?"
"Yes, that's where everybody goes." Cas said eerily close to the way Charlie had.
"I ran into Charlie there. You're right, she's awesome." Dean started to head into the living room and sat himself down on the couch. He lowered his mug to the coffee table and patted the cushion beside him. "C'mon, stay awhile."
Cas sat himself down beside Dean. "I knew you would like her." He said as he settled in.
Dean wondered if he should let Cas know that Charlie knew about them. He decided it could wait.
"How was the rest of your night?" He decided to ask instead. He was cautious as he said it knowing what he knew now about Castiel's mother.
"Oh. You know. It was ok." Cas looked at the worried face Dean was wearing. "My mother can be a handful. You look like you know that already. Charlie?"
"Yeah, Charlie." Dean admitted.
"Of course. They didn't get along well at all. Don't worry Dean. She's a lot to deal with, but I have experience." Cas looked at Dean and tried to give him a reassuring look.
"Ok, if you say so. When do I get to meet her?" Dean asked.
Cas suddenly started laughing. He already wanted to meet his family? Were things moving too quickly?
"I wouldn't be in any rush if I were you Dean. To say she can be unpleasant is an understatement."
"Everybody loves me. It'll be fine." Dean said with a big overconfident smile.
Cas thought of the way his mother nearly shrieked when she found out Dean was a mechanic. Dean looked happy though, so he wasn't about to mention it.
"Well, I will eventually die, and she might attend my funeral. You can meet her then."
Dean pushed Cas's shoulder. "I don't think so buddy, I can wait. Just, not that long. Besides, you've already met almost everyone in my family, let's be fair."
Cas sighed. "Ok, one day, you can meet them. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Dean looked towards Cas and thought he was a little more put off by the idea than Dean would have liked. "Are they really that bad? If they are where the heck did you come from?"
Cas smiled at the compliment. "No, it's really just my mother who can be terrible. My father and brother are very nice people. Most of the time anyways."
He had a brother. They were getting somewhere.
"You've got a brother?" Dean asked him.
"Yes, Gabriel. He got the better angel." Cas laughed. "He's older than I am. I think mother may dislike him even more than she does me. He can be," he searched for the word, "funny. He thinks so at least." Cas was smiling thinking about his brother.
Ok, good. They weren't all bad. Dean relaxed.
"You don't have any pictures in your place. I thought maybe you were an orphan like me." Dean said in a way that showed it didn't upset him.
"Your parents are gone? I'm sorry Dean." Cas said sadly.
"Our mom died when we were little. She was great though, I wish Sammy had a chance to know her. Dad was around for a long time. He got cancer a few years ago and it took him out. wen't down fighting. It's ok. We still have Bobby and Karen. It's not like I don't have family around."
"You do have a great family. I like them a lot." Cas smiled at Dean in a way that made his heart melt.
"Yes I do." Dean set down his mug. "What should we get up to? Or are you already sick of me?"
"No Dean, not at all."
They decided to head out for a walk and see where the day carried them. When they were leaving the apartment they saw Charlie heading back towards the doors from the parking lot. She was wearing the same clothes as she was last night Dean noticed. Things must have gone well with the waitress.
Charlie smiled at Dean holding the door for her. "Good night?" Dean asked her knowingly.
"Great night." Charlie responded. "Very bendy."
Dean laughed at her. "Where are you two lovebirds going?" She asked the guys.
Cas looked at Dean and narrowed his eyes.
"Just for a walk. Get out of here." Dean said to her jokingly.
Charlie looked between the two of them and rolled her eyes. She walked inside.
"Adios Bitches." She said with a wave.
When the door closed Dean looked at Cas.
"I may have mentioned us to Charlie. She guessed really, I didn't correct her." Dean hoped Cas wasn't upset with him.
"She can be very intuitive." Cas told him, clearly not worried about Charlie knowing what was up.
"Ok good, you aren't mad." Dean said as he grabbed Cas by the shoulders and held him in front of him. He left his hands where they were and looked at Castiel's face, just double checking that he really was ok with it.
Cas laughed. He liked having Dean's hands on him. "No Dean. You will have to try a lot harder than that to make me mad."
Dean lowered his hands and looked around the lot. It was another beautiful day. It was getting hot out, and he wondered if them walking around in the heat was such a good plan. An idea hit him and he decided to ask Cas about it.
"You're a bird guy." Dean started.
"Ornithologist." Cas corrected, wondering where Dean was going with this.
"Yeah, that. Anyways, you must know some good parks. I came out here a lot as a kid, so I've been to a few. It's been awhile."
Cas brightened at the suggestion.
"Yes, I think it's safe to say I know them all. I left my keys upstairs, you will have to drive." Cas feigned regret.
"I guess so." Dean said as they turned to walk to the impala.