Hello my lovelies. Well as I have yet to ripped apart by hell hounds I guess either you haven't yet got round to reading the last chapter or you're waiting for this one to cast judgement. Please don't hate me. Also this jumps between Cas and Dean quite regularly so I hope you can follow.
So date time. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Dean pulled up outside Angel Books and got out of his car to go meet Cas. As he did so he pulled at his suit jacket, damn he felt like a penguin in this thing, and he was pretty sure he didn't look any better. (So not true.) It was with these thoughts that he approached Cas' front door. He hoped that he had made the right choice.
Castiel had returned home and looked at the suit. He was still in two minds whether to wear it or not, though he remembered seeing Dean on his date with that woman (it was not something he truly liked thinking about but still). Dean had taken her to the posh restaurant. No doubt Gabriel was right and Dean would take him somewhere equally dazzling. With a sigh he slowly got dressed in his suit.
When Cas opened the door and Dean saw him wearing the suit he had worn on the last date Dean had seen him on he knew that his brother was right. (Nooooooooo.) Cas was expecting to be taken somewhere smart. Though looking closely Dean realised he was wearing exactly the same clothes as he had seen him wearing when he was out with the douche. He tired not to feel worried about this. Maybe it was just the guys date outfit or something, it didn't mean anything right? (No it doesn't.) It didn't mean that Cas wasn't really interested in him or anything did it? (No, he really likes you Dean.)
Castiel opened his door to see Dean wearing a suit so at least he didn't feel as stupid as he might have done if Gabriel got it wrong. Not that that thought cheered him up much. He truly believed that Dean was more a casual bar kinda guy, so why was he dressing up to take Cas out? (Something I think we would all like to know.) Was he embarrassed to be seen on a date with him where he was known? (No!) Did Dean just ask him out on a pity date cos he kissed him? (NO!) No Dean was interested he was sure. (Thank God you realise that.)With that thought he smiled up at the man in front of him.
"So Dean where are we going this evening?" He asked as they walked to Dean's car.
"Well I was thinking we could go have a drink at the Wine Bar?" Dean replied nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
Castiel raised his eyebrows at this. That was not the sort of place he would ever expect Dean Winchester to go. But realising that Dean was waiting for a reply he smiled again at the man and lying through his teeth replied "that sounds perfect."
"Great." Dean said with enthusiasm he didn't really have. Was that the sorts of places Cas liked to go? (again, no.) Cos if so he really would be disappointed with Dean as they got to know each other. Putting those thoughts out of his head he opened the passenger side door for Cas to get in before he went round to the drivers side.
Once they had reached the Wine Bar they made their way in both feeling extremely nervous, and not just about their date but because of the place they were at. (Nope, I got nothing.)
Once they had got there drinks and sat down an uncomfortable silence seemed to settle on them. Dean took a sip of his beer and tried to think of something for them to talk about. He didn't know why it was so hard. When they had been at The Roadhouse they had not stopped talking so why weren't they now?
Castiel sat there looking round the bar feeling slightly intimated. Was this the sort of place Dean truly liked going to? He wondered then shook those thoughts from his head. He and Dean should probably talk. That was the point of this drink was it not? For him to learn about Dean and vice versa?
"So-" Dean said at the same time as Castiel said "Well-"
This caused then both to laugh nervously and a long and involved conversation that went something along the lines of "you go", "no you." until Dean finally realised how stupid they probably sounded and asked his question.
"So Cas. Gabriel's your brother right? You got any other siblings?" He asked smiling at the man whose face promptly closed off.
"Yes." was all Castiel answered. He really didn't like speaking about his family. In fact he tried really hard to pretend they didn't exist most of the time. They were a complete bag of dicks.
"Okay." Dean replied rolling his eyes. Guessing that's not up for discussion he thought looking round the bar to see if he could find any more inspiration for a topic of conversation.
Castiel sat there racking his brains for something he could ask Dean. He didn't want to ask about family. Not when he was unprepared to speak about his own. It was just he couldn't really think of anything else to ask.
"Tell me about being a detective?" He finally said, it was supposed to sound like a statement but it came out very much like a question.
Dean turned his head back to Cas at that wondering what he could say? He really didn't want to speak about his work when he was on a date with Cas. It would bring him back to the memory that no one knew about...him.
"Not much to tell. I catch bad guys." Was Dean's closed off response causing Castiel to frown. Why did Dean not wish to discuss his job? From what he saw and heard last evening he was very good at. And all the people he worked with liked and respected him for that. He could see nothing there that should make Dean not want to talk.
The evening proceeded in this vein until they had both finally finished there one drink each. With that Dean turned to Cas and asked with trepidation. "Do you want another?"
Castiel had been thinking how they could now leave before Dean asked that question and he thought about his answer. He could say yes to be polite and show Dean that he was interested in him, but then they would spend another half an hour in silence or he could say that he had to get up early to go to Bobby's and thus leave. But if he said no then that would be the end of the date. And he didn't want that. He wanted to spend time with the Dean he had been with last night. Not the one sitting opposite him.
"No I had best not. I need to get up early to be at Bobby's again tomorrow morning." He finally said with a suppressed sigh.
Dean sighed in defeat. He had royally screwed this date up. Thought he had no idea how. But that didn't matter now. Now he needed to get Cas home, he could then go and drown his sorrows and try to work out what went wrong.
"Okay. Lets go then." Dean replied standing and leaving some money on there table for the drinks.
Once they got back to Castiel's home he wasn't sure what to do. Dean had been happy enough to end the date. Maybe he had decided that upon closer inspection Cas was no good. (No, she practically weeps into her keyboard.) With that he went to open the door of the car but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Cas..." Dean said, though he had no idea how to finish the sentence he only knew he didn't want this to be the last time he saw the guy.
Castiel turned when Dean said his name and looked into those gorgeous green eyes, and finally for the first time that evening he saw the real Dean looking out at him. With that thought he reached up and put his hand on Deans cheek.
"Goodnight Dean. I hope to see you soon." And with that he got out of the car. Leaving Dean to slowly raise his hand to where Cas' had been moments ago. The skin still felt warm from the slight touch, and it was with this feeling and a renewed sense of determination that he decided that he would find out what went wrong tonight and he would fix it. Cos Castiel Novak was meant for him. (Yes,YES,YES!)
