"I'm Dr. Novak." Cas introduced himself. "You must be Dean."

"Nice to meet you," Dean acknowledged, extending his hand. Cas shook it. Dean didn't seem like the law-breaking type to him, he was charming and polite. Except that he was leaning on the desk, of course.

"S-sorry about that, I sent the receptionist home early and I-uh-lost track of time…" Cas stumbled to say.

"No problem," Dean beamed. His smile lit up the room like a full moon lights up a gloomy town on a clear night. Cas cleared his throat.

"Well, it says here that you're here for a-"

"Check-up, I guess," Dean finished. "My brother's always worried about me. I told him I'm fine but he wouldn't listen and signed me up for an appointment without telling me about it until today. Had to cancel a date." Dean's frustration echoed in his words.

Cas hid his disappointment at the mention of his date and smiled. "Well, why don't we get started? I could try to finish quickly and get you out in time for your date."

Dean waved him off. "Nah, she isn't that great anyways. Asks too many questions and doesn't leave me alone. Get this, she doesn't like pie, she likes cake!" Dean waited for Cas to react.

"She what…" Cas spoke slowly, not quite grasping his astoundment over that.

Dean saw that he wasn't understanding. "See, I have loved pie my whole life, so I don't get it when people like cake over pie. It's terrible."

"Yeah, that's true. Cake's all cakeish." Cas realized how incredibly stupid he had sounded as the words fell out of his mouth. He flushed red as Dean shot him a confused look. Cas swiftly turned his back and said, "Well, come on back."

Cas strode into the back, Dean right behind. 'Cake's all cakeish? Really, Cas? Stupid! You sound stupid. It doesn't impress people when you just agree with everything they say.' Cas scolded himself while he pointed a room out to Dean.

"Just have a seat, I'll be right with you."

"You got it." Dean winked and disappeared into the swinging doors.

Cas traced his steps back and went into the restroom. He stood in front of the mirror and looked himself over. The dark spots under his eyes were more visible now than ever. Or maybe he was just self-conscience now that there was an attractive person alone with him.

Cas had never really paid much attention to people or how attracted to them he was. He was always pretty indifferent; until now that is. What was so different about him? His sexy leather jacket? His smile? Eyes? Bad boy complex? What was it that made him so nervous around Dean? He had only just met him.

Turning the knob on the sink, Cas splashed his face with cold water a few times. After trying, with no success, to fix his sloppy black hair with the water, he shut the water off and dried his face with a paper towel. At least Gabe and Lucy weren't there to screw things up for him. He had a shot, didn't he?

Cas pushed through the restroom door and stepped back into the room his patient was waiting in. Dean was looking at a magazine. When Cas came in he held up the copy of Busty Asian Beauties. "I see why you keep them at the bottom of the pile, you want them all to yourself," Dean smirked, pointing to a messy pile of magazines right next to the chair he was seated in. Cas turned pink, again.

'No, I uh—that's not-" Cas stuttered.

Dean hurled a laugh and returned the magazine to the pile. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Cas went to the counter beside him and flipped nervously through his clipboard, not actually looking at anything. 'Damn it, Gabe. He never ceases to embarrass me,' he thought.

"Alright," Cas cleared his throat. He sat down in his rolling chair, put on his gloves, and adjusted the seat Dean was in. Cas clipped the blue paper cover around Dean's neck and pulled out his dental utensils. "Open up," He said to Dean, who was still chuckling about the magazine.

Dean let his jaws shift apart and Cas began inspecting. His teeth had been nicely cleaned before he came in. That was good. All the teeth seemed okay, but Cas decided to take a closer look. It would buy him some time with Dean.

"So what is her name?" Cas inquired.

"Wgho?" Dean mumbled. Cas removed his hands from Dean's mouth so he could talk.

"The girl you have a date with."

"Kathy, I think."

"You think?"

"Yea. Look-I don't exactly keep tabs on all the girls I hook up with. It's exhausting just to be around them, much less keep track of them."

"I understand…" Cas went back to work. Had he offended him? Maybe he just didn't understand because…

"Wha abou u?" Dean uttered.

Cas paused. "What about me?"

"Girls, you know? Do you keep track?"

"Um, no. No I don't, you're right." Cas turned to switch his utensil. 'You're just agreeing with him again, Cas.'

"Too many to count, huh?" Dean poked.

Cas glanced over at Dean, then awkwardly removed his eyes, searching anxiously for the right tool. That wasn't it at all. There was just nothing to count. It was especially awkward being asked this by Dean, who obviously had been with a multitude of women.

Dean observed the facial expressions that Cas didn't know he was making and came to an uncertain conclusion.

"Dr. Novak...you have been with a woman before, right?"

Cas didn't respond. How did this conversation escalate so quickly? He was just trying to make conversation with Dean. And it was going to end up with him being picked on for being a virgin, and not even by Gabe. By the patient he was trying to impress.

But Dean didn't laugh. He just smiled. Not sarcastically, but sympathetically. "Dude, you're a virgin?"

Cas said nothing, turning red once again.

"Wow, I respect you, man!" Dean marveled.

Cas turned to him with the new tool in his hand and a surprised look on his face. "What? You aren't going to joke about it?"

"No. If you could get through high school and college with giddy girls everywhere and still maintain virginity, you should have a medal pinned on you. Especially since you have to be smart to be a dentist and your looks weren't cut short, either."

"Thanks." Cas smiled and returned to his work. That took an unexpected turn. He always thought it was a disgrace to be a virgin. At least that's what everyone else made it seem like. Dean made it seem so honorary. It felt good.

Cas went on poking and prodding here and there. After he took a few x-rays, he came back to Dean with his findings.

"Looks like you have a few small cavities..." Cas concluded. "We're going to have to schedule another appointment to get them filled."

Dean sat up. "Yeah, okay."

They both walked back to Meg's desk and Cas went on her computer, looking for open time slots.

"In three weeks from now there's an open 4:30 slot. Will that work for you?" Cas offered.

"I'm scotch free." Dean said. Realizing Cas didn't understand, he changed his wording. "That will work."

"Okay. It's settled. I guess I'll see you then."

"I guess I should tone it down on the pie, huh?" Dean laughed.

"Yes, you should."

"See you in three weeks, Dr. Novak," Dean said, shoving the front door open.

"Call me Cas."

"Bye, Cas," Dean called back.

The front door slammed. Cas slumped into Meg's chair. Never before did three weeks seem like such a long time.

Thank you everyone, for your support!

You've earned another chapter from my procrastinating self. (: