5

Angel Eyes

"So, blue eyes, what can I get you?" I grinned. He was so darn cute. He hadn't stopped blushing since I'd walked over and he couldn't look at me for very long. Those bright eyes looked up at me whenever they could through his thick, dark lashes and quickly looked away whenever he caught me looking back.

"Um," said the cocky man next to him when it seemed that Castiel couldn't speak. "Three burgers, two beers and a Coke." He grinned slyly at him.

"Did you have too much to drink last night, sweetie?" I asked. He blushed again, making me smile. He just looked at me, still not able to speak.

"Yeah," Green eyes said, saving him again. "I don't think he'll drink like that again any time soon." Castiel shook his head, glancing at me.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he mumbled. I giggled. He blushed to a deep red.

"Well, I'll be right back," I said, dropping a broad wink, making him blush deeper.

I walked back to the kitchen window, tearing the paper off the pad in my hand and putting it with the others.

"Three burgers, Nick!" I called back.

"Three burgers!" The heavy cook called.

"Hey, 'Belle," Nicole, a waitress, said, coming up next me drying a cup. "Who's the hotties at the bar?"

"Uh, well, not sure," I answered honestly. "All I know is the cute one in the trench coat's name is Castiel."

"'Castiel'? Is he foreign or what?"

"No, I don't think so," I laughed. "But hey, I could be wrong."

"So I take it you have dibs on that one?" Nicole asked, looking over at them.

"Well, he sort of hit on me first…so I guess so," I smiled, watching Sam and Dean talk to him, probably coaching him on how to proceed with the evening.

"Good," Nicole grinned, dropping an obvious wink at the green eyed man to Castiel's left, who smirked and winked right back. "'Cause I call dibs on that one." She hastily grabbed a napkin and started writing on it.

"What are you doing?" I asked, chuckling.

"Making an appointment. I'm not about to have another Saturday night of "Sex and the City" and chocolate ice cream." She kissed the napkin and walked away, toward the green eyed guy.

I shook my head, laughing.

"Order up!" Nick bellowed behind me. I'd almost forgotten about their meals. I turned, putting the three baskets of food on a tray, placing it on one hand while I grabbed two beer bottles and a glass of Coke in the other. I smiled at my own dexterity. My mother always told me I was made for this business. I guess she was right.

I set down the tray and the drinks in front of them, tossing down ketchup and napkins a moment later. I looked at Nicole as she walked away, smiling at me.

"So," I leaned on the bar, resting my elbows on the counter. "What're your names?" I asked the green eyed guy Nicole liked and the giant one on Cas's right.

I saw Castiel wilt a little, as if he were a tad jealous that my attention was on them and not him.

Don't worry, I thought, looking at him. I just want to be able to call them something else besides Green Eyes and Biggun.

"I'm Dean," the cocky one said.

"I'm Sam," Biggun stated.

"Alright, good to know," I said. I turned my attention back to Castiel. "So Cas, where're you from?" The other two men glanced at each other uneasily.

"Um," Castiel said, finally finding his voice. It was quiet, meek and grumbling. It made me think of a lamb that had gone through puberty. "All over. I travel a lot."

"Cool," I smiled. "Do you like music?" He half shrugged, still not looking at me very much.

"I don't listen to music much." I leaned closer to him, touching his chin and lifting his eyes to meet mine.

"You can look at me, sweetie. I don't bite." His face turned hot in my hands, smiling shyly. I grinned.

"That's better," I said. "So, when you do listen to music, what do you like?" He chewed his lip, keeping his eyes locked with mine. They really were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.

"Anything that isn't loud obnoxious yelling or people talking in rhythm about their various scores and cars," he said. I laughed at his phrasing, knowing that it wasn't done purposefully by his tone. It was genuine, everything about him was.

There was something different about Castiel. And I wanted to get to know him better to find out what that was.

We talked for most of the night. He slowly relaxed as the hours went on. I left every now and then to serve another drink or cut someone off. And when I got off at ten, I stayed. I sat next to him and talked some more while Sam and Dean went and played some poker, hit on a few people and watched us with amused looks on their faces.

I loved it when he smiled, or blushed, or laughed. He had this giggle that was just too damn cute. Those eyes had me, though. Those beautiful pools of blue. I don't think I'd ever get over that.

"Vienna sounds beautiful," I said, unable to take my eyes off of him. He didn't seem to notice. So cute.

"It is," he nodded. He opened his mouth to say more, but Dean cut him off.

"Hey, Cas!" He called. Cas shut his eyes, obviously agitated and turned. "We're headin' out. You comin?"

There was a lurch in my chest. I didn't want him to go. He glanced back at me, lips pursed, frowning. He didn't want to go either. I don't think he knew what to do though. He sort of looked at Dean, then at me, and back again, trying to decide what to do.

"Um, he's going with me," I said, taking his hand. Castiel's eyes got huge. He looked down at our closed hands as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. I could feel his pounding heart in his hand, his palms breaking out in a sweat. I smiled.

Dean's face broke into a huge grin. Sam shook his head, smiling slightly.

"C'mon, Cas." I guided him into a standing position, taking him toward the door. He looked back at Sam and Dean, a helpless look on his face. I squeezed his hand, pulling him close to me. "It's alright. You don't have anything to be worried about, alright? It's okay."

He swallowed hard, looking at me. He looked scared.

"Cas, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

"No, no I want to," he breathed. "I just…I'm…I don't know what to do."

"Just relax," I assured. "It'll be alright." He nodded, smiling shyly again. "C'mon."

And we walked out of the bar. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into.