A/N: Thank you all so much for all the support! This chapter is gonna get a little steamy *wiggles eyebrow* so I hope you all enjoy!
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Dean Winchester was jolted awake by the buzzing of a cell phone. His eyes snapped open and he looked around, groggy and confused. The buzzing continued, vibrating the table next to his bed as it did so, causing him to jump before he realized what was going on.
Dean rolled over groggily and reached over, patting the table until he felt his fingers touch the phone. He closed his hand around it and grabbed it, still vibrating in his hand. He sleepily checked the caller ID; it was Castiel. Why is he calling this early? Dean asked himself. Although, he couldn't be too mad. At least the call pulled him from another nightmare.
Dean clicked the green button, and pressed the phone to his ear. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and grunted, "Hello."
"Hello, Dean!" Castiel's voice rang excitedly on the other end. "Happy Birthday!"
Dean coughed a bit, clearing his throat. He forgot it was his birthday. All the excitement and busyness of the last couple of weeks kept him distracted. "What time is it?" He asked.
"Eight in the morning," Castiel replied, casually. "Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, just a bit," Dean mumbled, hardly hiding the annoyance in his voice. "Why are you up so early?"
"What do you mean? I'm always up at this time. We get up long before this for school."
"Yeah, for school," Dean reiterated. "It's a Saturday. You know, the day we sleep in?"
"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't realize you slept in longer."
Dean could detect a hint of sadness in the other boy's voice, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No, Cas, I'm sorry. I'm a bit grumpy when I get woken up," he said. "Just, make sure not to call before like ten on our days off from school, okay?"
"Okay, Dean," Castiel replied. "I'm sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday."
"No, don't go," Dean said quickly, forcing his eyes open. "I'm awake now. Talk to me."
"Well, I was wondering what you have planned for the day."
"Nothing, really. We never usually celebrate my birthday."
"Well, would you like to hang out later? We can do anything you want."
"Anything?" Dean asked curiously.
"Anything," Castiel repeated. "What would you like to do?"
Dean thought for a moment. He could go with the stereotypical "Dean" joke answer - sneaking some alcohol, finding some chick to bang - but decided against it. He was too tired for jokes, and didn't want Castiel to feel put off by it. Instead, he opted for something he knew they'd both enjoy.
"Honestly," Dean started, "you know we've been dating for about a month now and we've never gone on an actual date?"
There was a short silence on the other end before Castiel said, "No, I guess we haven't. But Dean, this is your day."
"That's right, and I want to take you out. Nothing too fancy, but an actual date."
"Where to?" Castiel asked curiously.
"Don't worry about that, you'll find out later. Just be dressed and ready by five thirty, okay?"
"Okay," Castiel agreed. "What should I wear?"
Dean licked his bottom lip, a small smile forming on his face. "Well, I'd prefer if you didn't wear anything, but you can't really go out in public like that, so I guess just wear something nice."
Castiel made a noise on the other end of the phone, then said, "Goddammit, Dean."
Dean barely could hold back his laughter at this point, his face breaking out into the biggest shit-eating grin he'd ever had. "Just wear something that you're comfortable in. Like that blue button-up," he responded when he finally got himself to calm down.
Dean heard Castiel clear his throat before saying, "Blue button-up. Got it."
"I'll see you later, Cas."
"See you later, Dean."
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Around five o'clock Dean was showered and changed into a nice pair of slacks and a flannel button down. He combed his hair neatly to the side, and used a bit of cologne. He was worried that Sam and Bobby would notice his outfit and question him. He hadn't yet told them about Castiel, nor did he even tell them he was bisexual. He wanted to avoid that conversation for a little while.
Dean breathed into his palm and smelled it, checking to make sure his breath was fresh. When he realized it was, he grabbed his coat and headed downstairs. Sam and Bobby were in the living room, each buried in their own books. Good, maybe they'll be too distracted to notice.
Dean reached the bottom of the stairs with a light thud and looked into the room, watching the two not pay him any attention. "I'm heading out," he announced, hoping they would acknowledge him without looking up. But then, almost as if the universe had it out for him, both Sam and Bobby looked up at Dean at the same time.
"Where you goin' dressed all fancy?" Bobby asked, watching him carefully.
"Out," Dean replied as sweat started to form on his palms.
"Out?" Bobby questioned with a raise of his eyebrows. "Out where? With who?"
"Jeez, Bobby, what's with the interrogation?" Dean chuckled lightly, trying to keep his breath steady. "I'm eighteen now."
Bobby stared at Dean, his lips forming a tight line. Without faltering his gaze, he set the book down on the table next to him and stood up, slowly walking over to Dean. Sam looked from Dean to Bobby quickly, both slightly frightened and amused. Dean held his breath, afraid that he just poked a sleeping bear.
"Eighteen or not, you're still under my roof," Bobby started. "If you're going to be somewhere other than school, I'd like to know about it. Gives me some damn piece of mind. Understood?"
Dean nodded. "Okay, sorry. I...I have a date."
Bobby said nothing for a minute, still staring at Dean. After a few moments he seemed to soften a bit, and said, "Where to?"
"The movies," Dean replied.
"Dean's got a girlfriend!" Sam sang from his place on the other side of the room once he noticed Bobby had calmed down.
Dean looked over at him, grinning. "What are you, five?"
Sam chuckled and picked up his book again, muttering, "Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean shot back, the smile never falling from his face.
"Alright, well if you two are done, I'd like to get back to my book," Bobby said with a roll of his eyes. "Don't be out too late. If you're gonna be late, call me."
"Yes, sir."
X
A half hour later Dean pulled up to Castiel's house and shot him a text saying that he arrived. He glanced in his rearview mirror, making sure his hair was still combed nicely. He checked his breath one more time, despite having done it earlier. He shouldn't have been nervous, but this was the first real date the two had gone on. He just wanted everything to go perfectly.
A couple moments later, Castiel walked out of his house and to the passenger door of the Impala. Before he even got there, Dean was out of his seat and around the other side, opening Castiel's door for him.
"Dean, you don't have to hold my door open for me," Castiel said with a smile.
"Hush, you. I said I was gonna take you out, so we're gonna do this right." Dean smiled back, leaning forward and pecking Castiel on the lips. "Hello, by the way."
"Hi, Dean," Castiel responded. The two locked eyes and stared for a few seconds. Dean could see every speck of the different blues in them, which was absolutely mesmerizing. After a few minutes he broke eye contact, clearing his throat, before saying, "We should probably get going."
Castiel nodded. "Right." He climbed into his seat and Dean shut the door behind him before heading back around to the driver's side and getting in. They started down the street to the first destination: a quaint little diner up near their high school.
They drove in silence as Dean tapped his thumbs on the wheel along to the Metallica song that was dripping from his car speakers. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Castiel looking over at him, watching him. "What?" Dean finally asked after the fifth time.
Castiel shook his head. "Nothing...just admiring."
Dean glanced over at the other boy, a warm smile burning into his soul. Dean couldn't help but smile back. "Well, take a picture. It'll last longer," he joked.
Castiel chuckled and looked out at the road in front of him. "So you don't want me admiring you?"
"I didn't say that," Dean said almost defensively. He tried to catch himself before he came off as such, but it was too late, Castiel had already heard.
"Defensive, are we?" Castiel teased.
"Shut up," Dean grumbled. He tried to hide the smile on his face, but there was no use.
Castiel laughed and looked over at Dean. "You know what would make this drive even more perfect?"
"What?" Dean asked with a puzzled look.
"If you held one of my hands while you drove. Preferably my left one."
Dean chuckled immediately. "Are you using my pick-up line?"
"Maybe. Did it work?"
Dean looked over at Castiel, who was sitting there with the dorkiest grin on his face. His heart skipped a beat, and he sighed, reaching over and taking Castiel's hand. Their fingers interlocked together. "Ah, so it did work," Castiel affirmed.
"Yeah, it did," Dean said with a smile.
Finally they reached the diner, and the two hopped out and headed inside. Before they got to the door, Dean grabbed Castiel's hand again. Castiel watched this and smiled at the other boy.
"Shall we go inside?" Dean asked with a wave of his hand.
"Absolutely."
X
The two spent the next hour at the diner talking, eating, laughing, and throwing straw wrappers and ketchup packets back and forth at each other when the other wasn't looking. For the first time in a while, Dean felt comfortable and happy. He wasn't looking over his shoulder, afraid that his father would show up and attack him. He wasn't even thinking about the custody hearing coming up in a couple weeks that meant seeing John again. All he cared about at that moment was Castiel.
When they were finished they got in the car and headed to a movie theater. Dean didn't really know what movie to pick, so they ended up seeing a horror film centered around Valentine's Day. Though the main cast was attractive, Dean and Castiel both agreed that it wasn't that interesting plot-wise.
After the movie, Dean drove Castiel back home, holding hands the entire time, talking about random things - their favorite movies, what music they listen to, what tv shows they liked. Castiel generally listened to classical music, especially when drawing alone in his room, while Dean liked classic rock. Dean watched a lot of action movies and tv shows, while Castiel prefered realistic fiction and fantasy fiction. They got so lost in conversation, that they almost didn't realize when Dean pulled up to Castiel's house.
"Wow, back already," Dean pointed out. "That was fast."
"Time flies when you're having fun," Castiel replied with a shrug. Dean looked over at the other boy, smiling. "You have a nice smile, Dean."
Dean felt his face get hot. "Thanks, so do you." He watched Castiel for a moment before leaning forward and saying, "Now give me a kiss goodbye."
Castiel watched Dean, eyes never moving. "Why does it have to be goodbye? Come inside."
Dean felt his stomach do a flip. "Aren't you worried that Michael will crash this party?"
"Michael's working the night shift."
Dean's heart hammered in his chest as he looked at Castiel. He saw a flash of something in his eyes - longing? Flirting? - whatever it was, it was gone as quick as it came. He bit his lip and smiled. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Castiel chuckled. "I'm suggesting that you come inside for a while."
Before Dean could say anything else, Castiel opened his door and hopped out, heading up his front steps. Dean watched him, admiring the other boy's ass, before hopping out himself and following.
When they got inside, Castiel started straight upstairs with no other word. Dean quickly closed the front door and followed, trying to keep up. "Slow down, Cas. Jeez."
Finally they reached Castiel's room, and he opened the door, walking over to the desk. "Dean, I have a present for you," he said, not looking at the other boy. "Close your eyes."
"What?" Dean asked, looking around. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"Hush," Castiel interjected. "I wanted to. Now close them."
Dean sighed and closed his eyes. A few seconds later he felt Castiel place something in his hands and said, "Open your eyes."
When Dean opened them he expected to see a cute little card or something like that, but what he found was a small apple pie with the words, "Happy Birthday, Dean!" baked into the top of the crust. Dean looked from the pie to Castiel, his mouth agape in shock. "Cas..."
"I know how much you love apple pie, Dean. So I made one for you." Castiel smiled widely.
"Oh my god..." Dean said, slowly. "I think I have to marry you now."
Castiel laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling a bit. "So that's all it would take. Got it."
"Really, Cas, thank you," Dean said sincerely.
"You're welcome. And now I have one more gift for you.."
Castiel grabbed the pie from Dean's hands and set it on the desk. Then he shut the door, and moved so close to Dean that he was inches away, and Dean could see every eyelash on the other boy's lids. They locked eyes for a moment, Dean swallowing carefully, unsure of what Castiel was going to say or do next. Castiel smiled and lifted a hand, caressing Dean's face gently. Then he closed his eyes and leaned forward, kissing Dean softly.
As their mouths moved together, Castiel's free hand found Dean's hip, and the kiss grew deeper. Dean felt his heart rate speed up, pounding in his ears now. All that mattered was him and Castiel and the feel of their lips moving together. Soft lips.
Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel, pulling the other boy as close as possible. One of his hands found his way up to Castiel's head, tangling his fingers in the other boy's hair. Dean felt Castiel let out a soft moan, which sent a wave of electricity throughout his body.
They pulled apart after a few moments, and locked eyes, their breathing ragged. Dean put his hands on Castiel's hips to steady himself, feeling light-headed from what was happening.
"You okay?" Castiel asked, concern flashing across his face.
"Never better," Dean said breathlessly.
"We can stop if you want."
"Absolutely not."
Castiel just smirked said nothing as he gently pushed the other boy back until he was sitting on the bed. Dean watched the blue-eyed boy approach, his eyes dark and lips drawn into a tight line. Dean's breath hitched in his throat as Castiel climbed on the bed, straddling Dean with his legs on either side of him. He placed a hand under Dean's chin and lifted it up, looking him in the eye.
Before Dean could say anything, Castiel's lips were on his, kissing him deeply. Dean closed his eyes, shocked, but fully into it. He felt Castiel place a hand on his chest and push gently, but forcefully, and Dean fell back against the mattress. Dean's eyes flew open in time to see Castiel smirk mischievously before leaning forward and kissing Dean again.
Dean's hands found Castiel's waist and held on. Castiel continued kissing, his hands making their way across Dean's chest. Every so often he would bite Dean's lip, which drove the Winchester boy nuts.
After a few minutes of this, Castiel sat up and started unbuttoning Dean's flannel. Dean watched, his breathing ragged, as Castiel finished unbuttoning and leaned forward again, kissing Dean quickly before moving his mouth to the other boy's neck.
Castiel kissed Dean's neck, every so often adding in little nips and bites. Dean's eyes rolled back, and he dropped his jaw. Electricity shot throughout his body and ended at his groin. He was fully aroused now.
Castiel ran his hands across Dean's chest and down his stomach, landing on Dean's pants. He played with the belt loops of the slacks gently as he moved his face back up to Dean's. They made eye contact as Castiel grabbed either side of Dean's hips, and bucked his own forward. Dean couldn't help himself as he let out a moan.
Seconds later the kissing and touching stopped. Dean looked up at Castiel, confusion clear on his face. Castiel sat back, still straddling Dean, with a devilish smile on his face. Dean bit his lip, wanting nothing more than for Castiel to touch him again.
"How's that for a birthday present?" Castiel asked, still grinning widely.
Dean sighed as he tried to make sense of what just occurred. "Holy shit," Dean said breathlessly.
Castiel chuckled. "That good, huh?"
Dean sat up quickly with a grunt, feeling his boner shift in his pants uncomfortably. He wrapped his arms around Castiel, now face to face with him. Their mouths inches apart again, Dean looked him in the eyes and said quietly, "Please, don't stop."
Castiel searched Dean's eyes, his smile never faltering. He wrapped his arms around Dean, barely speaking above a whisper. "Since you asked so nicely..." Before Castiel could say anything else, Dean's lips crashed into the other boy's, kissing him.
