Chapter Title: Your kiss just said it all
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural characters
Previously on Honey Bee
"Hey Jude... don't make it bad..."
Sam woke up the next morning to Dean curled up next to him, his head buried in Sam's neck. With a sigh, he slowly maneuvered himself out of the strong grip, managing not to wake Dean from years of experience.
He grabbed his phone and checked the time, seeing it was just past nine, before walking downstairs. Emma was sitting on the couch watching Star Wars while he could hear Jess in the kitchen. Considering it was a Saturday, he wasn't surprised to see that they had woken up so late.
He stepped into the kitchen and walked up to Jess, laying his head on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Mornin'." He muttered, still feeling tired.
"Good morning, Sam. Is Dean still asleep?" She asked, turning her head to kiss the top of his.
He sighed, "Yeah, he'll wake up soon but I can't promise how he'll act. It's been a while since he's had one of these dreams and him being injured doesn't really help. We've both been avoiding the old house and now that Dean's in a relationship with Cas, apparently, he's going to be dealing with this a lot more." He pulled back and took a seat on a barstool, "I don't know how he's going to get through this all. He bottles up his feelings a lot and he's never talked about what exactly happened when he was younger. I know that there was a fire and our mom died in it and Dean carried me out while Dad tried saving her but other than that... I don't really know. I don't have any memories of our mom but Dean talks about her a lot when he's feeling down."
Jess sighed and placed a plate of waffles down in front of him with some coffee, "He'll talk about it when he's ready I suppose. Just have to wait till he's ready." She took a seat in front of him, "Now, what the hell was that last night? I didn't know you two had wings?"
Sam chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah... remember when Dean was in the hospital and Bobby and I were discussing the relationship me and Dean have? Well, we were genetically modified and they gave us some bird DNA. It's not much; mainly we have lighter weight bones and wings, also able to communicate to each other with noises at points, usually only in times of distress, which is what we were doing last night. We can fly, though Dean doesn't really care for it since he hate's flying, no matter what. We've been able to take our wings out around puberty or so and Emma has wings as well, she's just not old enough to take them out. It's what the tattoo is. The doctor's somehow figured out how to hide them like that and it worked. It's iffy if the DNA is passed to the child though. Emma has wings but her half-brother, Ben, doesn't.
"It's something that Dean and I are wary about though... we don't tend to take them out and show people we don't trust. They're sensitive to pain, even though they heal a lot faster than the rest of us. But every once in a while I can convince Dean to come fly with me and it's nice. I don't really know how to explain it fully in all honesty."
Jess nodded, "So, it's because of the genetics that the doctors did when you two were younger? Did your parent's know exactly what was going to happen to you two when they gave up their DNA?"
"Not that I know of. Dean would probably be able to answer that better. From what I understand, they were threatening mom and had kidnapped her from home and wouldn't let her go unless she agreed to it." Sam said, poking at his waffles.
"That's horrible!" Jess exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
"They're not really nice doctors, in all honesty. I looked up a few of their names when I first made it to Stanford and found out that what they did was immoral and that they were on the wanted list. Most of them had been killed by other bounty hunters or they just died but there's a few that managed to get away." Sam explained, "The reason that I wanted to become a lawyer is so that I could put people like that behind bars and help the people who don't have a voice. There's people who are victims of things like that and various other things that aren't able to get the money they need for a lawyer and I'd like to try helping them."
Jess smiled softly and placed her hand on top of Sam's, squeezing it, "I understand, Sam. Now, I'm going to go to the shop. I don't think you or Dean should go there today, Dean because of various reasons and you because you're tired. I'm going to get some of the paperwork Dean needs to fill out. Benny messaged me and told me there was a pretty decent stack there in the office. I'll bring it back and you two can fill it out and get it out of the way. Why don't you go back to bed?"
Sam shook his head, "I'll just sleep in the recliner, that way if Emma needs anything while you're gone she can wake me up. Thanks for doing this, Jess."
"I'm your fiance, Sam." She said with a smile, leaning over and kissing him, "Now, go get some sleep."
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It was a few minutes after Jess left that Dean woke up. He felt like shit, usually a sign that he'd taken a Valium or something.
He remembered everything from last night and couldn't suppress the sigh. That nightmare had been horrible but wasn't really anything new. Jess had started showing up in it a year after her and Sam had started dating. They had stopped two years ago, when he officially gave up the hunting life. Maybe it was just because he had killed Gordon that it showed up again? He didn't know.
Throwing the blankets off of him, he pulled himself out of bed. He stripped his clothes off before throwing a pair of sweats and a sweater on. He felt cold, though he knew it was just a leftover feeling from the dream.
With a sign, he walked down the stairs. He should probably eat something but food sounded disgusting at the moment. He knew that if he tried to eat it would just taste bland, no matter how much he loved the food he was eating. Hell, he didn't even feel like taking his meds, the pain wasn't really bothering him anyways.
He looked into the living room to see Sam asleep in the recliner and Emma on the couch with a blanket around her watching Empire Strikes Back.
He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, taking his antibiotics, before going into the living room. He nudged Emma a little before laying down on the couch and pulling her into a hug where they could both watch the movie.
He didn't feel like talking and Emma knew that and he was glad.
Maybe Star Wars would cheer him up.
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Jess pulled up to the shop and got out of the car. It didn't seem to be too busy, considering she could see Ash playing Solitaire on his computer and Benny and Bobby were talking over an engine.
"Hello!" She said as she walked into the shop.
"Jess, what're you doin here?" Bobby asked, looking up.
"I told her to come and get the paperwork Dean needs to fill out. Figured that'd keep him out of our hair for a bit and make sure he gets somethin done." Benny said, walking over to the office and coming out with a stack of paperwork. "It should take him a couple of days to get through it all."
"Well, I doubt he'll be working on it any today but I'm sure he'll enjoy the distraction." Jess said, taking the paperwork from Benny and placing it into her purse carefully.
Bobby frowned at that, "What happened?"
Jess sighed, "Dean had a nightmare last night. Apparently it had something to do with how Mary died. Sam, Emma, and I all died in it as well from what I heard before the Valium knocked him out. Sam's staying at the house to make sure Dean's alright today but he should be in to help tomorrow."
Bobby grimaced, "Tell him don't worry about it. If Dean needs him there then he can stay there. This shop's been runnin with three people workin here for the past two years, I'm sure it'll be fine with three people workin here for the next few weeks."
Jess chuckled, "I'll be sure to tell him, but knowing Sam, he'll show up anyways."
"There ain't no stoppin that boy when he sets his mind on somethin." Benny said, shaking his head.
"That's true, but that's why I love him." Jess said with a smile, "And besides, Dean should be fine later tonight. He has a date to go on."
"Oh?" Ash said, finally joining the conversation, "Who with?"
"Cas, the flower shop owner. Apparently he asked Dean to dinner last night." Jess said, "That was after they had went and gotten ice cream with Emma and Claire."
"Second date already, nice." Ash said with a wide grin, "Now I got somethin to harass him about."
Bobby rolled his eyes, "Idjits. Jess, it was good seein ya but we gotta get back to work. The customer's comin for their car in a few hours and we still haven't fixed it yet."
"Alright. Well, I'll see you all later!" Jess said, turning around and heading back to her car.
Maybe she should go by the store and get some groceries?
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By the time Jess had returned Sam was awake again and they were finishing Return of the Jedi.
"Hey guys, Claire's here!" Jess said as she walked in with a few bags, Claire trailing behind with her backpack and a few more bags.
"Hey Claire." Sam said, getting up and stretching before trailing after Jess into the kitchen.
Emma sat up and looked over at Claire, "Claire! We're watching Star Wars, come watch with us!"
Claire walked over and dropped into the chair Sam had vacated before looking over at Dean, "Don't you have a date in an hour?"
Dean blinked in confusion before his eyes widened and he shot up on the couch, only to fall back against it with his face scrunched in pain and a grunt being forced from his lungs.
Emma got up and ran into the kitchen, getting Sam who came running in.
"Dean, you alright?" Sam asked, kneeling in front of his brother who still looked to be in pain.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Dean said, more trying to convince himself than the others.
Sam frowned before he reached over and started to pull Dean's sweater up. "Did you take your meds today?"
"Y-yeah." Dean replied, breathing through grit teeth.
"All of them? Including your pain meds?" Sam asked, raising a brow. When Dean didn't answer, Sam rolled his eyes, seeing that the wound on his side was inflamed, "That's why you're hurting so much you idiot. The pain pills are for a reason. I know you felt like crap this morning but you still should've taken them."
"Wasn't hurtin then." Dean muttered, relaxing against the couch as the pain subsided.
Sam rolled his eyes and helped Dean up, tossing his arm over his shoulder, "Emma, could you ask Jess for Dean's pain pills?"
She nodded and returned shortly after with the bottle in her hand. She gave it to Sam, "Thank you, Emma. I'm gonna take Dean upstairs, we'll be back down in a little while, alright?"
They headed upstairs and Jess sighed before digging out the phone, "Claire? What's your fathers number?"
Claire walked into the kitchen, Emma following behind her, "I can type it in." She took the offered phone and quickly typed in the number before passing it back to Jess, "What are you calling him for?"
"I'm going to ask if he would be able to come over here instead of Dean getting him, otherwise they'll be late." Jess said as Cas picked up the phone, "Castiel? It's Jess."
The conversation went on for a few minutes and by the end Cas had agreed to come over to the house.
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"Dean, don't complain. You did this to yourself." Sam said, glaring at his brother who was sitting in the shower stall on a small seat that was built into it.
"You don't have to bathe me, Sam. I can clean myself." Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, you could, but you nearly ripped open your wounds again and I need to check your wings. I doubt you managed to get all that blood out." Sam said.
Dean sighed and stood up and turned his back to Sam, opening his wings, "Fine, as long as they're the only thing you clean."
"Stop whining. It's not the first time I've seen you naked. Besides, anytime we got sick we'd bathe each other so deal with it."
"That was when we were sick though!" Dean complained, washing his hair.
Sam heaved a sigh, "Look, you're injured. You're getting my help unless you want me to have Jess come in, or maybe I'll call Cas up and tell him you need help with a shower."
Dean sputtered, turning to look at Sam, "You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Dean sighed and slowly sat down on the edge of the shower's tub, letting Sam scrub at his wings, getting all the dried blood from the healed appendages.
"You know what you're going to wear?" Sam asked, trying to fill the silence.
"Not a clue. Probably my normal wear. It's just a date." Dean said, shrugging, wincing when he pulled at his shoulder wound.
"At least make sure there's no holes or grease stains. I know you have more clothes than we did growing up now." Sam said, taking the shower nozzle to rinse the wings, "I'm sure you'd be able to find something in the back of your closet covered in dust."
"Hey, I wear clean clothes often! Not that many have stains or holes anymore..." Dean said, turning off the shower head as he stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying himself off, "Besides, what do you care for? The first time Cas met me I was covered in grease."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Well, I was hoping that he might be able to be your date to the wedding."
"You guys decided on a date so quickly?"
"More like Jess has a date in mind and it's been in her mind since she was young and I don't care as long as you and a few others can be there. We're planning on four months from now." Sam said, " I was also wanting to ask something..."
"What is it Sammy?" Dean said, towel now wrapped around his waist as he dug through his clothes for something to wear.
"I was wondering if you could do the music for the wedding. It'd mean a lot to me." Sam said, "I know you'll pick the perfect songs and all and there's only one or two requests that Jess has about the music..."
Dean turned and looked at Sam, "You want me to do the music for your weddin?"
"Yeah... if you don't mind that is." Sam said, scratching the back of his head and looking away.
Dean grinned and gave Sam a hug, "Of course I'll do the music, it'd be an honor."
Sam grinned, "Good, now get dressed. No matter how close we are it's weird for you to hug me when you're naked."
"Say's the guy who was just washin me." Dean said with a grin, turning around and dropping his towel.
"Gah!" Sam yelled, leaving the room in a hurry, "Jerk!"
"Bitch!" Dean called back, laughing as he pulled on his jeans and put a black t-shirt on with a blue button up over it.
He stepped into his boots and looked himself over before going back into the bathroom to brush his teeth and put on some cologne.
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Cas stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door. He had to ask Jess the house number so he wouldn't accidentally walk up to someone else's home, though the black impala parked on the side of the street should have given it away.
He waited a moment as he heard footsteps walking towards the door.
It opened up to reveal Sam, "Hey Cas, what are you doing here? I thought Dean was picking you up from your house?"
"Jess asked me to come over. She said that it would be easier since Dean wasn't feeling well. Had I known I would have rescheduled." Cas said, frowning.
"Ah, he's just an idiot who forgot to take his pain pills today. He nearly opened his wounds a bit ago and I had to help him get cleaned up. Anyways, come in. Dean should be down in a minute or two." Sam said, stepping out of the doorway to let Cas in.
Cas stepped into the house and looked around. It wasn't decorated how he had first thought. The walls were a nice shade of tan with a darker brown for the trim. The floor was hardwood, hickory from the looks of it, and the furniture was shades of black and brown. All together, it looked nice and gave the room a warm feeling.
"Huh, Cas, thought I was pickin you up from your house?" Dean said, walking down the stairs, slinging his jacket on over his shoulders.
"Oh, well, Jess called and said that you weren't feeling well and asked if I could come over and we leave from here." He frowned, "But if you're not feeling well we don't have to go out tonight."
Dean waved him off, "Nah, I'm fine now." He looked over at Sam and Jess, "Hey, we're gonna head out. Make sure to keep an eye on Claire and Emma, don't let them trick you into anything!"
"Hey!" He heard Emma and Claire yell from the living room.
"We'll be back later, see ya!"
They walked out of the house and to the impala, "So, where's the restaurant anyways?"
Cas smiled and gave some quick directions as Dean pulled away from the house.
It didn't sound like it was too far.
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He wasn't wrong, not really. But he forgot to add in the time it would take to get through the traffic at this time of day so they finally made the, normally ten minute trip, in about thirty. The good thing was he was able to educate Cas on some of the best music, in his opinion, and finding out that Cas knew Metallica and knew all the words to a lot of their songs made him grin widely while his chest felt light, in a good way.
The parking at The Mad Greek wasn't too bad and they were able to get in and get a table quickly.
"Hello and welcome to The Mad Greek, what can I get you to drink?" The waiter asked, pulling out a pad and a pen.
"I'll have a coke."
"Tea please."
"I'll bring those right to you."
After the waiter left they looked over the menu for a few minutes until the waiter returned and set their drinks down. "Do you know what you'd like to order?"
Dean looked over to Cas before nodding, "Yeah, I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries."
"I'll have the great American burger with fries as well."
The waiter jotted their order down and took their menus, "It will be out shortly."
After the waiter left Dean looked around the place, "Y'know, I've never actually been here before."
"I've been here a few times in the past few years. Claire really likes it and their food is really good. I remember you saying something about burgers and pie once so I thought you might enjoy it here." Cas said, smiling.
Dean grinned, "A man after my heart." He placed a hand on his chest and faked a swoon which caused Cas to laugh.
"So, how's business goin?" Dean asked after they stopped laughing.
"Well, it's still wedding season so I have some brides coming in every so often asking me about flowers and prices and so forth. I've managed to hook a few of them so I'll be busy in the next few weeks or so."
"Sounds rough."
"Not particularly. I enjoy what I do so I suppose, in a way, it doesn't really feel like work. I'm getting paid to do something I love and all that." Cas said, chuckling.
"That's gotta be great. I mean, being able to make people smile on an important day and everythin."
"It is really nice. But don't you do the same thing? You enjoy what you do and it makes people smile?"
Dean sighed, "Not really the same thing. I'm doin what I love, sure, but not many people appreciate it. I got a lot of people tryin to tell me how to do my job and others who googled things and think that's what's wrong with their vehicle and it's nowhere close to right and it gets tirin after awhile."
"But don't you have people who listen to you and take what you're saying into account?" Cas asked.
"Well... Yeah, there's a few people who are regulars from around the country who like comin to me. They have classic cars and they know I know what I'm doin and everythin. Some of them are real nice too and a few of them even have impalas. When it comes to those guys they refuse to take their cars anywhere else." Dean said.
"So you have customers you enjoy talking to and a few who are dicks?" Cas asked.
"Well, yeah."
"Dean, you do realize that most of the people I deal with on a regular basis are women who are getting married anywhere from six months to three days after they talk to me, right? No matter what you do, people are going to say you're doing it wrong or that they could do it better and for cheaper. What matters is that you have those people who are worth going through all the dicks for. I have a few regulars who I talk to all the time; most of them are actually men. Those regulars are the reason I keep my business up even when I have to deal with people who make me think that throwing it all away for a job in some cubicle would be better. The important thing is that you love what you're doing." Cas said, "Besides, you're going to get a break from all of that for a bit anyways. Sam told me that you can't return to regular work for about three months."
"Yeah, no strenuous activity till then is what Crowley said." Dean said, rolling his eyes, "But I'm gonna be able to go back to work here in a couple weeks. I just can't do any heavy liftin or stand for too long. Crowley said I gotta go to physical therapy for my lung too."
"That doesn't sound too bad. It's mainly just resting a lot and taking it easy. You can do that, can't you?" Cas asked, tilting his head.
"I'm not too good at sittin still for a long time. I need to have somethin to do."
"Then take care of Emma. Watch movies with her, take her to the park or something. There's plenty that you can do that won't hurt you." Cas said.
"I suppose you're right..." Dean muttered.
"Here's your food. Sorry that it took so long." Their waiter said as he set down a plate in front of each of them. "Enjoy."
Dean and Cas stopped talking as they focused on their food.
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"So, tell me about your family. You've met most of mine already and I've only heard a bit about yours." Dean said, pushing his empty plate away.
Cas chuckled as he pushed his to the side, "Well, you know that I have three older brothers and a younger sister. Michael is the oldest of them all, older than Luke by an hour and older than Gabriel by an hour and a half. He's... stern. He has a way he wants everything done and won't allow anyone to get away unless it's done how he wants it done. I always think that's how he got into the FBI. I have no clue what he does in the FBI though. Luke... well, the best way I could describe Luke is that he's a dick. He would always pick on Hannah and I while Michael ignored everyone and Gabriel had to step in. Luke dropped off the face of the Earth a few years ago though. No clue where he is but he is alive, we know that much at least.
"Gabriel is the youngest of the three and he was more of a parent to Hannah and I than our real parents. Him and the others are about five years older than me so when our mom died and our dad left, Gabriel took it upon himself to raise us. Michael and Luke left as soon as the funeral was done but Gabe stayed behind. He's a trickster and he would always prank Michael and Luke and I think that's why they ignored him; if they didn't bother him then he usually didn't bother them. Gabriel did online college and managed to get a degree in law and teaching, last I heard he was teaching at an ivy league college.
"Hannah is only a year older than me but she is already the head of the police department. Growing up she idolized the cops and read law books for fun. We all thought she was going to go on to be a lawyer but she decided to enter the police academy and she was soon shipped off to Vegas. I get letters from her and Gabriel every so often and they tend to send presents on Christmas and birthdays but I haven't seen them since I moved here." Cas explained.
"Hannah sounds like Sam. He used to read law books all the time too." Dean said, before grinning, "You're kind of the black sheep in your family then?"
"Well, I suppose. Other than Luke and I everyone went into some form of law." Cas said, frowning, "I actually never realized that." He shrugged, "I suppose it doesn't matter now really. So, how about you? I've met your family but I don't really know them, aside from Jess, Sam and your parents."
"Well, there's Ellen and Jo; they run the Roadhouse which is also sort of a front for a bounty detection service. People call them a lot to find out if there's a bounty and where it is. They're the weird aunt and cousin I never had. Ash, he works in the back, he's a genius with computers but was kicked out of MIT. Him and Jo are datin, though no one really knows that yet.
"Bobby is the father figure I wish John had been. There were times John would drop me and Sam off at Bobby's house when he was out on a bounty and we were too young. Bobby taught me everythin I need to know about cars. He also used to take me and Sam to the park and let us stretch out a bit and he taught us how to play catch.
"Jody is sort of like our stepmom. Her and Bobby are together and she tends to get onto me and Sam a lot. She threatens to use her 'mom voice' and it's terrifyin sometimes. She moved to Lawrence about four years ago due to her husband and kid gettin murdered. Bobby took care of that bounty and that's how they started talkin.
"Benny was a friend in a high school me and Sam went to back when I was thirteen. Turned out that his dad was a bounty hunter and when he was killed Benny ended up ridin along with us and me and him became huntin partners up til I stopped huntin and opened the shop up. He's like a brother to me and Sam but he's not nearly as close as me and Sam are." Dean paused for a moment before taking a breath, "Benny is dating Lisa Braedon, one of my ex's. Me and her used to date about seven years ago and we broke up badly. I ended up getting her pregnant, which she never told me about until her and Benny showed up at the shop together one day with her kid, my son, Ben. We get along better now and are friends and I'm able to be there for Ben, which I'm happy about."
"What about Emma's mom?" Cas asked, frowning.
"Lydia? Not really proud of that one." Dean said, scratching the back of his head, "There was a month or so, not long after John died, when Sam and I really needed money. Lydia ended up payin me a lot of money, enough to get me and Sam through the next month, to have sex with her, gave me extra to not use a condom too. She paid me then left and about a year later Emma was dropped on the doorstep of the small apartment I'd rented. Turns out that Lydia had cancer and wasn't expectin to be able to get pregnant from what we did, it was meant to be her last hurrah, but she beat the cancer and had Emma and didn't want her so she signed all her rights over to me and ditched. I have no clue where she is."
Cas grimaced, "That's horrible."
"Yeah, but I got Emma out of it and I wouldn't change a thing." Dean said with a grin.
Cas shook his head at that and smiled at Dean, "You really do just roll with the punches, don't you?"
"Yup, it's worked for me so far, no use changin anything." Dean said, shrugging.
"Sirs?" They looked up to see their waiter, "The restaurant is closing soon."
They blinked and both checked the time. Dean whistled, "Holy shit, it's nine."
"We've been here for three hours?" Cas said, looking surprised.
"I'm sorry for disrupting you both." The waiter said before ducking away.
Cas took his wallet out and paid for the meal, Dean leaving the tip, before they walked out of the restaurant.
"We should probably get back." Cas said as they got into the impala. "The kids are probably worried."
Dean snorted, "I doubt it. Emma was marathonin Star Wars so they're probably still watchin it and haven't even noticed how long it's been."
"I suppose..." Cas muttered as they moved through the nearly empty streets with ease, Metallica playing in the background.
Dean rolled his eyes and threw his arm over the seat as he steered with one hand, "Don't worry, really. If you want I'll stop outside the house and you can get Claire before I drop you at your house. She doesn't have to stay over if you'd rather have her home."
Cas shook his head, "No, it'll be fine, really. I'm just not used to being away from her for so long. She's never really had a friend who wanted her to stay over so it's strange."
Dean nodded, "I get that. Up till I got shot, Emma hadn't stayed over anywhere. It was weird to be in the hospital and not have her and Sam there with me. They tend to camp in the hospital somewhere if I'm in there."
Cas shook his head, "The fact that you're used to them being in the hospital with you is worrying. Do you typically end up in the hospital?"
"Well, until I quit huntin, I was in the hospital often. Most of my bounties took care of the price of the hospital bill and such but I was mainly there for small things; a broken bone here or there and the occasional gunshot wound. If it was just a cut then I'd stitch it up myself." Dean explained, pulling up to Cas's house, "I'll walk you to your door."
Cas shook his head, "You don't have to, Dean, really, there's no need to turn the car off when you're going down three houses."
Dean pouted a bit, though he'd deny it if brought up later, "Are you sure? I really don't mind."
Cas smiled softly, "Thank you for the offer, but you don't need to." He wrote something out on a piece of paper and handed it over to Dean, "Here's my home number, I know you have my cell already but this is just in case. I enjoyed our date."
Dean grinned, "Well, I'm glad I could keep you company."
Cas chuckled and leaned over, pulling Dean into a short kiss, really just a pressing of lips, before pulling away to see Dean's shocked expression.
He grinned, "I look forward to our next date, Dean. Call me."
Dean watched as Cas stepped out of the car and went up to his house. He turned and waved to Dean as he stepped inside.
Dean blinked a few times before he grinned widely and pulled the impala back onto the road and pulled down to his own house. He'd gotten a kiss from Cas, and a second date!
He turned the engine off, the grin still on his face, and unlocked the front door and stepped in to see Sam sprawled out on the couch with Jess laying on top of him and Emma and Claire in the recliners.
They looked over and saw the grin on his face.
"Have a good time I'm guessing?" Sam said, laughing at the blush he could see on his brothers face but the grin didn't disappear.
"Shut it, bitch."
"Jerk!"
Yeah, Sam thought, the date sure as hell went great.