Back to prompts, guys! Sorry for that lull. I was in the mood to write my own stuff. Agh. So, I have to work Black Friday from 11:45pm Thursday night until 8am on Friday morning. Fuck me, right? Oh god, guys. I will probably die, but whatever.

Sorry it came out so late. I thought it was fully written already, but I only had like 2 words. Oops.

November 21st
Prompt- Food- Dean pigs out, Cas abstains.
Dedication: fangirl (anonymous user under this tagline)

Eat Out

There was no way he could possibly cram any more food into his mouth, Dean realized with a sort-of pout. Well, as much of a pout as he could manage with an overly-full mouth.

Castiel looked up from his own plate of... nothing, as Dean had claimed (with a full mouth, as usual) earlier, and nearly glared. "Dean, that's not the right way to eat," he tried to say, correcting the man in the simplest of ways.

"Whuherr, Cahsh." Came the response as Dean rolled his eyes and continued trying to down his burger in a single bite.

Castiel sighed loudly, pushing his plate away. There was a simple green salad strewn across it, but he was far from hungry after the show Dean had put on moments before when he juggled his burger and his beer in one mouth-full. Besides, Castiel was rarely in the mood to eat. He was, after all, an angel, and they weren't required eat human food in the first place.

"Dean, I don't think we should go out to eat anymore." Castiel suddenly declared, having finally had enough with Dean's unappetising way of eating.

Dean looked confused, setting his food down to stare up at the angel with shocked green eyes, "whuhdya mean?"

Castiel let out another long sigh before straightening in his seat and meeting Dean's gaze. "I cannot eat with you any longer, Dean. You are disgusting."

"HEY!" Dean tried to shout, but the remaining food in his mouth muffled the noise.

"I don't mean we should stop seeing each other, Dean." Castiel said, pausing to look the man in the eyes, "but we can't do this anymore. You can go eat with Sam or something... I'd prefer not to witness you eating like this."

"Cas, I can change!" Dean tried, finally swallowing his last bite of food. "I can get better!"

Castiel shook his head, "no, Dean. You can't. You can try, but in the end, it'll always be this way."

"Cas! No! Please!" Dean cried, gripping Castiel's hand roughly before the angel could disappear. "Please?"

"Dean, no amount of begging will change the way I feel." Castiel announced, straightening up as he gazed into Dean's bright eyes, "I believe the saying goes something like it's you, not me?"

"That's... accurate for this situation, Cas. But, that's not really the saying."

"Forgive me. How should the saying go?" He asked, his head tilting in that way that never failed to force a smile to Dean's lips.

Dean laughed softly, shifting his hands in his lap as one finger played idly with his watch. "Well, it's usually when you're breaking up with someone, so you'll never need the phrase," he shot a wolfish grin in Castiel's direction, to which the angel had the knowledge to look unamused. "But, it goes like, 'it's not you, it's me.' Usually it's a lie, and some bullshit excuse to end the relationship."

"It's not you, it's me?" Castiel asked, a frown marring his thin lips.

"Exactly." Dean nodded, looking down at his plate with a sheepish expression as he tried to decide whether to finish off the final bite of his burger.

"Thank you for alerting me to the mistake."

"Yeah, sure, Cas." Dean muttered as he flicked the burger into his mouth. He grinned as he chewed, "so, how about you gimme one more chance? I'll be a real gentleman, yeah, Cas? We could go on some kind of real date! How about it?"

Castiel perked up at the notion, "a real date?"

"Like a fancy restaurant, nice clothes?" Dean listed, "no chewing with my mouth-full, manners... etc?"

Castiel chewed the idea over in his head, wondering how Dean would look in a fancy atmosphere. He decided the idea of a dressed-up Dean was anything but horrible, if anything it was a very attractive picture. He nodded slowly, slopping his lips into a sweet smile.

Dean grinned wider, "awesome!"

A night or two later, the date was set and in full swing.

Dean dressed in a dry-cleaned suit he normally wore for his FBI cases, and Castiel had left his trench-coat back at the motel room. The pair of them looked quite dashing to the public eye, and if anything, the way Castiel reached hesitantly for Dean's hand was adorable. The larger man grinned, linking their hands and almost swinging them in his excitement, he itched at his cheekbone idly as his right hand squeezed around Castiel's.

They got a table by the window, and Dean even pulled Castiel's chair out for him, "does this make me the power donut?" Castiel asked as he felt Dean push the chair in behind him.

Dean blanched, "what?!" He nearly shouted, his jaw reaching for the group before his hand could snap it shut.

"The power donut? Am I the power donut?" Castiel asked simply, his tone straight to the point.

Dean swallowed, "um.. Where'd you hear that?" He asked, pulling at his collar which seemed almost choking. And was the lighting in the restaurant always this bright? It felt a bit too hot, maybe a bit stuffy? Where was that damn waiter? Maybe they should just get their orders to-go?

"Urban Dictionary." Castiel supplied, gazing up at the elegant ceiling above them, his chin rested gently against his clasped hands, "the website seems to be quite helpful. I, myself, found an answer to many of the questions you and Sam have refused to answer."

Dean coughed awkwardly, "yeah, Cas. That website isn't really... accurate? I mean, not all the time. It's just dirty stuff."

"So, then I am not the power donut?"

"Do you want to be the power donut?!" Dean nearly shouted, feeling more and more like Castiel was doing this just to get on his nerves.

Castiel seemed to consider the idea, "I may. We have yet to engage in the type of sexual relations that would define the power donut."

Dean sputtered, choking on his spit at the angel's implications, "Cas! We're in a public restaurant!"

"Are we not supposed to discuss sexual intercourse while in public?"

"Not really, Cas!" Dean was on the verge of shouting, his voice reaching a higher pitch than usual. "Let's just switch topics, ok? We'll talk about this later maybe."

Castiel nodded, feeling pleased by Dean's answer, "fine."

Soon, the waiter arrived and dismissed their tension while he placed their orders. Dean's steak had the male cursing the restaurant's inability to cook burgers, Castiel declined a meat-heavy meal and opted for a caesar salad, instead.

"Great! Bird food for you too, Cas! What is Sammy rubbing off on you?" Dean muttered, scowling openly.

Castiel tilted his head, "no, Dean. My salad is filled with vegetables; it's healthy for the human body."

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically, fisting his napkin in one hand, "not what I meant, Cas."

"What did you mean?" But the waiter had already returned with their orders and their idle chatter quickly dissolved into the sounds of soft chewing and meaningful smiles.

Dean only spoke with his mouth open once.

"That was enjoyable, Dean." Castiel announced as they left the restaurant, Dean lifted an arm around the angel's shoulders. "We should... go out more often."

"Yeah," Dean nodded in agreement, grinning wildly at Castiel, "definitely." Then he turned and pushed the angel into the Impala, kissing a stain of wine from his lips. "No more dirty talk at dinner, Cas. It's inappropriate," he whispered huskily as he traced his lips along the angel's neck.

Castiel smiled, "that seems doable."

And thanks to Urban Dictionary for providing me with "Power Donut"! It means the "bottom" or effeminate male in a homosexual relationship. I was gonna use "uke" or "seme" but then they were too anime, and I wanted it to be more real. Power Donut was just hilarious. So, you're welcome.