"Here you are, sir." Dean and Castiel were shaken from the hold that they seemed to have on each other in that moment by the shopgirl returning with Castiel's new jeans. Castiel wanted more than anything in the world for her to have been just a minute later in returning. Dean's eyes widened as he looked at Castiel again and he coughed and dropped his arms. Castiel turned around and snatched the jeans from the girl's hand with a sour look on his face. The girl seemed to have realised she had interrupted some intimate moment and the embarrased blush that suddenly hit her face was obvious to the two men.

"Do you want to try these on before we buy them?" Dean asked Castiel and then he winked. Castiel became very confused. Why was Dean winking at him right after he had shown quite obviously that he felt uncomfortable being that close to him? Castiel narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dean.

"No, they should be fine. Let's go." and he stalked off. Dean jogged over to Castiel and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and turn him so they could talk face to face.

"What was that about?" There was genuine concern in Dean's eyes as they searched Castiel's face for some sort of answer.

"You-you had your arms around me and-" Castiel stuttered to get the words out. Dean understood. Castiel had been uncomfortable with the close contact.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just didn't want that chick hitting on me, I didn't really think. I won't do it again." Castiel knew that Dean thought it was the intimate contact that Castiel had disliked, not the moment when Dean had brushed him off. And he was fine letting Dean think this. It was easier this way. This way he wouldn't have to be humiliated if Dean found out his true feelings. He obviously didn't feel the same way and Castiel wanted to avoid embarrasment and heart break.

"Good." He replied even though it was the biggest lie he had ever told.

The ride back home was awkward. Dean was very disappointed. He had thought this shopping trip would help bridge that little gap that had been created after Sam's comments. But it seemed to have just made it worse. He looked over at Castiel who was staring out the window looking pensieve.

"Hey, Cas. Do you, uh, wanna try driving again?" Dean tried to start a conversation. Castiel was still and silent for a few moments and then he turned slowly to look at Dean. He looked as though he were trying to decipher something on Dean's face and then he gave up. He shrugged and turned back to the window and Dean was struck by how human the action was. Dean then remembered that he still had a lot of stuff to teach Cas about being human. But he also realised then that it wasn't just that he had to teach Cas human things so that he could blend in, he could also show Cas some of the fun parts of being human so that he could see that the club he belonged to now was so much better than the dicks he used to hang out with. Sure, driving and cooking were fun skills to have but Dean was thinking about better things. Fun things. The kinds of things he and Sam only ever did when they had some free time.

When they got back to Bobby's Dean sat down and made a list of all the things he was going to take Cas to do while Sam and Bobby were gone. The list included going to the movies, playing laser tag, going for ice cream and eating so much they thought they were going to puke.

Dean was proud of his list and when he showed it to Cas he felt like he was 3 years old again and showing his mother his Christmas list. Cas read it, his eyebrows knitting together in that familiar way that made Dean smile for no reason he could determine.

"So which do you wanna do first?" Dean sat beside Cas on the couch and looked at him, grinning.

"Uhh. I don't know. There are very many things on this list, Dean."

"Okay, I know. It's kinda late so how about a movie?"

"Yes, okay."

Dean jumped up and shouted, "Excellent!" at Castiel's response.

When they got to the movie theater, Dean decided he would let Cas pick the movie. This, however, turned out to be a very big mistake. They were still standing staring at the listings fifteen minutes after they had entered the theater. Castiel was staring up at the screen with a finger on his chin. Dean was watching him. He was wearing his new jeans, the ones that hung low on his hips. Dean had to try hard not to follow his gaze downward. Instead he cleared his throat and said,

"How about you just close your eyes and point to one and we'll go see it?"

"Um. Okay." Castiel closed his eyes and stretched his arm out. He moved it up and down a few times and then stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at Dean.

"Aww maan. It's a chick flick." He looked pleadingly at Castiel for a moment. Cas shrugged again. He knew of Dean distaste for "chick flicks" and thought it would be the perfect revenge for his rejection earlier, to make him sit through one.

"It's the one I chose. Come on." Dean trudged up to the ticket counter.

Dean felt embarrassed throughout the entire film. He felt like people were watching him and judging him for being there. That was ridiculous of course. The theater was dark, no one could even see him. And, as Cas had pointed out, there were plenty other men there. But Dean knew they were only there because their girlfriends had made them go. It would probably look as if Cas was his boyfriend in this situation.

Wow. Where had that thought come from? He was surprised at the thought. He was surprised that he didn't entirely hate the idea. As soon as Dean had had that thought, he felt a strange tension in the air. He was sitting in the dark, right next to Cas, watching a romantic film. He began to get very nervous and he felt as though he was sweating profusely. He knew he was overreacting but he felt a very strange desire to reach out and touch the back of Castiel's hand that was lying palm down on the arm rest between them. He tried as hard as he could to relax and then turned his focus to the film.

It was reaching it's climax and the guy had finally got the girl. The theater was filling with some love song while the characters kissed and professed their love to each other. Dean had a fleeting thought that maybe Cas had chosen this film on purpose to try and tell Dean something. The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come. Castiel had shown quite obviously that he wasn't interested in Dean this morning. Dean felt a little disappointment in this realisation.

He had it bad for Castiel. He knew it now.

As I said with the other fic I'm working on right now, I may not be able to update regularly. Which sucks because I really enjoy reading reviews after I've out up a chapter but ho hum that's life and life has exams.

I'm rambling now though so I just apologise for irregularity.