Pilot

This was an entirely new experience for Dean Winchester.

There really wasn't anything like it in his life. There was this… amazing man sitting in front of him and he still didn't know what to say or do. He felt pressure, trying to say a word, but the man with dark brown almost black sex hair and black aviators didn't even seem to notice his existence. He was looking at the menu with the most astute focus.

Dean swallowed thickly, trying to get his footing on this situation.

Mr. Busty Asian Beauties was currently staring hardcore at a man. This man, who was dressed to the T's in a crisp Armani outfit, white shirt underneath the jacket had a couple buttons open showing off some pale skin that was begging to be bitten. The titanium watch that hung on his wrist glinted in the light when he moved his hands, placing the menu back down onto the table. The hands told him he was nervous though the black aviators blocked most of his face. It was clear though that this man dressed to impress. He must be here for a date…

That thought shot Dean's libido down pretty quickly. And thankfully!

He must be here for a date or something but the longer he sat there the more he noticed that he wasn't getting any companions. He just sat there waiting for someone to wait on him.

He's all alone… He's not waiting for anyone… possibly single meaning availability…

Shit… there goes mini-Dean.

Oh, and let this be clear on some points. Ya know, for the slow kids.

1) Dean is in a café.

2) Dean is alone as well as sitting in a booth in the back where he couldn't be seen by people. (Just the way he likes it)

3) Mr. Sex Hair was sitting in the booth a couple windows away sun shining on him making him looking like an angel ('Holy Jesus I'm gay.')

4) Dean was panicking like a mother$%^.

Should he make a move? Should he try and get his attention subtly? What the hell should he do? While multiple questions ran through his mind, the waitress that was clearly flirting with him and making Dean jealous to the core came back with what looked to be coffee and a pecan pie. After he thanked her the woman stayed and started a conversation. The man decided to take off his sunglasses at that point and Dean just about died. His brother would have had a ball watching his brother melt. His eyes were like lightning. Like white lightning that had that slight blue glow… that doesn't make since but that's what Dean saw. Dean looked down at the lips and just the features of the face as a whole and knew right then there… He was in lack of a better term screwed.

Speaking of the electric eyes they started to look tired and panicky. Dean knew that look. It was the "crazy bitch get away from me please" kind of look. Dean kept staring, his untouched apple pie and coffee cooling. He was about to look away, because what else could he do for the guy besides stare like he was doing and gawk, but those eyes glanced over his way and the eyes look changed to "help me please!". How was he supposed to say no? He had to help this beautiful man.

Besides Dean, well, he was just that kind of guy.

He stood up with his coffee and apple pie slice and walked over to their table. The closer he got the more he heard their conversation. The guy was clearly trying to get this girl out of there while she kept plowing on about nothing in particular. He slowed down just a bit to see where their conversation was only to hear her say, "So… Um… I don't usually do this but I was wondering if you would like to come to a party tonight?" Dean didn't hear the rest of this as his gut started to burn with jealousy. It burned even hotter when he glanced at the guy and noticed the annoyance in the guy's eyes as the awkwardness drifted away and Dean could see the makings of a 'no' on his lips. He couldn't answer before she started talking about the party in detail as if that would change his answer and mind. Dean had enough of his. He sped up and plopped down in front of the man smirking what he hoped to be sensually before saying, "Hey babe, sorry, I had to change my pie. They gave me cherry!"

"You couldn't have been happy with cherry?" The man sighed. "Everywhere we go you just have to make a scene."

Dean blinked for a second before shoving his mouth with a good forkful of pie. 'Damn that guy caught on quick.' Dean also did a double take on the smirk the man gave him in amusement and the slight gruffness of his voice which made him shiver, complete with goose bumps.

"I didn't make a scene! This time… though if you want I can… last time I made a raucous... mmm I loved the punishment." He winked mischievously. "If you want… I'll be the cowgirl…" He licked his lips slowly and the man blushed a bright red.

'And Dean Winchester gets another one! Insert fist pump.'

"You promised never to bring that up." The man gave a slight frown but the amusement shown in his eyes.

Dean snorted and glanced at the waitress who was currently looking shell shocked at their bickering. "Now he's being modest… like really."

"Well I—" The waitress really had no clue what the fuck was going on.

"I am modest. When the situation calls for it like now. I mean… I don't know if you remember or not but we're in public." The blue eyed man looked slightly indignant though his eyes portrayed total amusement.

'Oo… Desperate waiter girl, consider yourself interrupted.' Dean smirked.

"Huh? Oh… well this booth looked private enough for me. Not my fault you caught a stray."

At this the man laughed quietly. "Oh? My fault now is it? I'm completely innocent. Not my fault they just come to me. It's not like I entice them… Now I do remember an incident in the subway…"

"Ahh! It was one time! And that girl was way too clingy…"

"Which girl?"

"The brown haired one."

"Mm she was kind of clingy." Hope the girl caught on to that not-so-subtle message. "Though I don't think she would have liked what we had to offer."

"What? That once in a life time chance of a three way that ended up with just you and me in bed just like every other night?"

"Yeah… in hindsight I don't think I would have enjoyed it."

"Mm… let's be honest I think the third guy, or girl, would've just stood there holding a video camera."

"Or holding a whip…"

"Paddle…" Dean smirked when the others face lit up with false recognition.

"A paddle?"

"Yeah."

"You promised never to mention that again either." Castiel's eyes shown with enjoyment at their childish bickering. It made Dean wonder if the girl knew that they were playing with her or if she was just that dense.

"Sorry… couldn't help it. Favorite memory right there." Dean winked at him. "Who knew you were that kind of guy…"

"I am not. It was you that brought that up."

"Yeah, don't remember you complaining about it though…" Dean smiled rakishly expecting to have won before blue eyes smirked mischievously.

"No, I did not, that is true. But I do remember a time when you were moaning like a wonton whore when I had you tied up and begging."

Dean blushed five shades of red before coughing and taking a sip of his drink. "Well, either way…" The man smirked just on the touch side of seductive and 'fuck you later'. He coughed again hiding his embarrassment. "The other person would've been there just waiting for their chance at one of us."

"Or would've just sat there..."

They both paused for a moment in thought before turning to the waitress with thoughtful expressions. "What do you think?"

They said this in unison. She looked at them both speechless and not knowing what to say ran away back to the counter. They took a moment to relish their victory before glancing back at each other and laughed.

"Haha, wow never thought I'd be able to do that. Ever!" Dean took another bite of his pie before he finally realized there was now no reason for him to stay at that table… 'Damn it.'

"You know, that was not the first time it happened to me but what you did? First time." The man smiled slightly and Dean's heart skipped a beat though later on he would never admit it.

"Really? Wow… well glad I was your first!" Dean reevaluated his statement and tried not to bang his head against the table. 'That wasn't wrong or anything.'

"If I have to be truthful… I am too."

Dean looked up quickly to see the guy's smile seem to grow just slightly and his eyes never lost that amused look. Dean brushed his hands together as if to take off any crumbs and showed a hand to him.

"Well, I think this is the point when two people officially introduce themselves to each other. I'm Dean Winchester."

The blue eyed man looked at the hand then back at Dean as though trying to evaluate something he then grabbed it and pulled him in. Dean leaned in thinking it was nothing when he felt lips on his own. He was in such shock that he couldn't respond when the man pulled away there was a small shit eating grin on his face.

"My name's Castiel Novak."

Okay… My life has just taken a hard left turn and ended up in the street of Son Of A Bitch. This guy was teasing hard and I was left dumbstruck with a soft hand still in my own. Seriously though, I'm a flirt. I go around and I pick up people. I flirt like it's my job. But this guy has seriously thrown me off my game and may it never be said out loud that I actually found it a huge turn on.

Never would I've thought this would've happened. Really, if not for what happened this morning… Oh but you don't know about that do you…