A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was so good with updating before. But my friend has me writing her a first person Sebatian/You fic. It's taking up a bunch of my time. But because I love you all so much, and am so incredibly thankful for all your reviews and follows/favorites, I have two, yes TWO chapters for you. Thank you again for all your kind words and follows. It really helps me do this. Makes me feel loved when the whole world feels cruel.
When Dean awakened once again, he wasn't warm. In fact, the bed was cold and lonely. He sighed. He wasn't happy about it, but he wasn't surprised. It's not like he had an actual relationship with Castiel. They had had some incredibly amazing sexual experiences together, that's all. Just because Dean couldn't stop thinking about him didn't mean the blue eyed man felt anything for him. Dean lay in his bed, one arm behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted more from Cas than just one amazing night. But, it seemed that that just wasn't going to happen. Hadn't he said he was only in town for a week? Another sigh. Oh well, better get up. Get showered.
He drug himself out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom. As he approached, he realized that, not only was the door closed, but the water was running. Probably Sam, thought Dean. He must have come home early this morning. Dean shook his head and wandered to the kitchen. His little brother had better hurry up, he needed to empty his bladder, and soon. While he waited, he walked over to the coffee pot to get it started. But when he went to grab the carafe, it was already full, hot and ready. Huh, Sammy never makes coffee. He poured himself a big mugful of the magic morning elixir. He heard the shower turn off, and he yelled, "Hurry up Sam! I gotta piss!" He turned around just in time to see Cas walk into the kitchen, with a towel in hand, drying his wet hair, wearing Dean's robe. "Bathroom's yours, if you need it, Dean," he said with that sexy smirk on his face. Dean's jaw dropped. When he woke up alone, he never dreamed Cas would still be somewhere in the apartment. "Uh, hey, Cas. I thought you left," Dean said evasively. "Do you want me to leave, Dean?" Cas asked cautiously. "NO! I mean, only if you want to leave." Dean flushed. Why was this so awkward? Maybe because they hadn't really talked much before. They had such an intense physical attraction, but really did not know anything about each other. They were virtually strangers.
"Why don't you do what you need to do, Dean, and I'll make us some breakfast? Is that alright?" Dean took a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I see you made coffee, so, uh, make yourself at home, and I'll be out in a few."
Dean turned and walked quickly to the bathroom. He took care of business and turned on the shower. His brain was in overdrive. Breakfast? Cas wants to make me breakfast? Unexpected... again.
When he finished with his shower and getting dressed, he slowly walked back into the kitchen. He had half expected that Cas would be gone, but the smell of bacon proved that he was still there.
"Feel better? I know I always do after a shower. That's why I grabbed one first thing. It's the best way for me to wake up," said Cas with a bright smile. Dean still couldn't believe he was still there. "Cas? Don't get me wrong, I love that you're here. In fact I was really disappointed when you weren't in bed when I woke up. But, I gotta ask; why are you still here?"
Cas took a breath, a sip of his coffee, and took a few steps toward Dean. "Because, Dean. I feel like we have some kind of connection. At least, I hope that we do. I want to know you more. I hope I'm not out of bounds by saying that." He looked into Dean's eyes questioningly. A slow smile crept onto Dean's face. "No, not at all, Cas. I feel it too. It's why I was at the Roadhouse last night. I was hoping to see you again. I needed to see you again." He paused, looking down at his feet shyly. "I don't wanna scare you off, man. But I want something more than just one night... or two. Whatever. You know what I mean," he chuckled. He looked back up, into Cas' beautiful blue eyes. They stood there, looking at each other for a few beats more, then Cas said, "Well, why don't we eat breakfast, then. I found some bacon and eggs in the fridge. That alright?" Dean moved to sit at the kitchen table. "Yeah. That's great. I'm starving." Cas laughed, and they sat down.
"Hmmm. Good, Cas. You found all this, in my fridge?" Dean laughed. "I didn't think there was anything in there." It was small talk. Dean didn't really know what to say, he was nervous. What the hell? I don't get nervous, he thought. Cas smiled. "Look, Dean. if we're going to get to know one another, we should just get on with it. No beating around the bush." He held his hand out to Dean, "Hello, I'm Castiel Novak. You know my brother, Gabe from the garage where you work. It's nice to meet you." Dean took his hand and shook it, smiling at Cas' introduction. "Hey. I'm Dean Winchester. Nice to finally meet you, Castiel Novak. Could I call you Cas? It just kinda came out last night. I hope you don't mind it." Cas smiled. "Well, Dean Winchester, no one's ever called me that, but I kind of like it. So, yeah. Cas works for me." Dean smiled back. He realized he was still holding Cas' hand. He pulled it away slowly, eyes still fixed on the man across the table. "Damn, Cas. You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen." The words slipped before Dean could stop them. He flushed red. "I'm sorry, man. That was kinda creepy." Castiel just laughed. "Well Dean, you have the cutest freckles I've ever seen." Dean flushed even redder, but Cas saved him. "So Dean, do you have an siblings? You already know my brother Gabe. I've got two others, Michael and Anna." Dean processed what Cas had said. "Uh, yeah. I've got a younger brother, Sam. He lives here with me." Cas just nodded. "So, where is he this morning?" Cas asked. Dean laughed. "He probably saw us leave together last night and found someone to go home with." Cas nodded again. An uncomfortable silence washed over their breakfast. Finally, after what felt like forever, Cas cleared his throat. "The car. The Impala? Is that yours or your brother's?" Dean smiled and nodded, "Yeah, she's mine. My baby. She's like family." Cas chuckled, "She's beautiful. I love classic cars. You've seen Gabe's Mustang. It was mine first. I gave it to him when I bought my Camaro. Gotta love American muscle cars. " They both smiled. Good, thought Dean. Something in common. They talked cars for awhile, and when the silence crept back in, Dean said, "I think breakfast is ruined. We forgot to eat." He laughed. Cas said, "Did you, maybe... well, did you wanna go out somewhere? Do something maybe?" He looked shy. Dean hadn't seen him look that way before. He was always in control, confident. It was cute. Dammit, I sound like a teenage girl. I don't say cute. He blinked at Cas. "You mean, like a real date?" Cas took a drink of his coffee, not taking his eyes off of his cup, "Yeah, a real date."
Dean's heart did a flip flop. A real date? Huh. Unexpected. Again. "Yeah, I'd like that. But, uh, I think we need to change our clothes if we go out. I'm in sweats and you're in my robe. I think we might get arrested looking like this." He gave Cas his best flirtatious smile. Cas said, "Well, it's 10 o'clock now. Why don't we meet a Benny's Diner at noon? That would give us both time to get ready. We could have lunch and then... whatever." That damn smirk was back. Dean shifted in his seat. "Sounds great. Want me to give you a ride to your place, then?" Cas shook his head. "I'll call a cab. No worries, Dean." He stood up, grabbing his phone that had been sitting on the table. he walked down the hall toward Dean's bedroom, calling over his shoulder, "I'll just go get changed." Dean just watched him walk away. A real date. Haven't had one of those in a long time. Nice.
Castiel Novak intrigued him. He didn't know him very well, but with every new bit of information, he found him more and more attractive. I am so royally fucked.