"Shit. I look like shit." Came Castiel's critical review as he stared into the mirror, getting ready for a date yet again. He didn't want to put too much work into it, in case it turned out to be some kind of criminal again and the date never actually happened, but what if he was hot? Or.. maybe it was a she. He hadn't paid too much attention to the voice last night, which he found himself regretting now but he didn't exactly want to call them back just to ask.

Besides, if it was a woman, he'd deal with it. It wasn't like he wasn't attrac-okay yeah he wasn't. He wasn't attracted to women in the slightest. Not that he hated women or anything, god no, he simply didn't want to be in a relationship with one, he just.. wasn't interested. He'd come to terms with that in high school and he didn't want to find himself settled down with someone who he didn't actually love-they both deserved a person that loved them completely and totally, and would give up anything for them. He couldn't do that for someone if he didn't love them completely.

Shit better be in style by the time I'm out the door, because there's no way I'm fixing this. He sent a glare to the mirror, directed at his hair in particular. It was messy yet again, unable to be tamed by weak little things like gel. No, his hair was like some invincible dragon, with habits that couldn't be broken, and those habits happened to be sticking up straight yet all over the place at the same time.

With one last sigh, he left the bathroom, turning off the lights as he went by. At least he wouldn't be late this time, he was actually dressed and ready to go (besides his hair, damn it) already. He quickly got his keys as well as cellphone, and left the house soon enough, driving his damn Prius to his damn blind date of sort.

When he arrived at the little diner, the place they'd set for their date, he noticed quite a variety of cars in the parking lot. There was a hot pink mini van on one end, a few actually normal looking cars in the middle, then of course and older car, probably.. oh, yeah, an Impala. It was a shiny black, and actually it looked very cool in Castiel's opinion, and he definitely wouldn't mind stealing it and leaving the Prius for whoever owned the Impala. Not a fair trade, but nothing was fair, was it? Especially not having a Prius when there were other people in the world who owned nice cars, like that Impala.

He ended up parking two spaces away from the Chevy Impala, all the while casting longing glances at the car and hateful ones at his own. It was okay to be jealous, right? But hey, maybe that belonged to his date. If so, he'd have no problem going home with them, just to freaking ride in their car. He figured it was better to take his mind off of that though-he needed to go in there, meet his date, and hopefully like them.

Walking inside, a bell rang above the door, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. And damn, he wished he had spent a few extra minutes fixing his hair now, because he hadn't been expecting attention like this. Castiel cast a glance of his own around, looking for anyone who looked as though they were waiting for someone or just.. something. No one kept their eyes on him for long though, and after he noticed that most of them were already with someone, he directed himself over to the bar-like counter and sat down on one of the stools.

To his right was an old man, his gray hair grown out to his lower back and tied in a ponytail. And honestly, if it wasn't for the dirt smudged on his face, he'd actually be pretty stylish. To his left was.. oh hot damn, a rather handsome man, eating a slice of cherry pie. Castiel really wasn't meaning to be rude, but he couldn't really tear his gaze away from the man, his short dirty blond hair, his freckled cheeks. He was wearing a nice leather jacket, and even though the old man wasn't quite there, this man to his left was definitely stylish. And effortlessly, it appeared.

"Uh," Castiel really hadn't mean to make a sound, but apparently he had, and now green eyes were staring right back at him and whoa. That was really green.

"Yes?" The man questioned.

"Oh, uh, nothing. Sorry. I just.. hi." Castiel knew that his cheeks had to be pink now, but smiled nonetheless, and extended his hand out to the man.

"I'm Castiel."

The green-eyed stranger raised an eyebrow, staring at his hand for a moment before looking back to Castiel. Castiel was actually beginning to doubt himself, to take his hand back when the man's closed over his own, shaking it.

"Dean."

Dean took his hand back before Castiel, who brought his own hand back to his side soon after. Man, this Dean guy had nice hands. They were calloused, enough that it seemed like they should be rough, but instead they were soft. And cold, which could definitely be cured by keeping their hands together longer but he figured that was kind of out of the question.

And since when did he want to just hold hands with a stranger, anyway?

"How is the pie?" He decided to ask, directing his gaze at the last few bites of pie left on Dean's plate.

"Freaking awesome, of course. It's pie, dude."

Well that was true. Castiel wasn't a huge pie lover but he certainly appreciated the dessert.

"True."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, and Castiel actually thought that Dean was done speaking to him, but of course as the thought entered his head it was dispelled as he heard the other man speak again, his pie finished.

"So you come here often?"

Oh, he had to laugh at that, the corners of his mouth curling up in a smirk as he did so.

"Um, no. First time here actually."

"Ah. What's the occasion?"

He wasn't really sure what to say. "Oh, I came here on a blind date because someone called me right before I fell asleep!" Maybe he'd just lie, and say that he'd seen the place a few times while walking around and decided to come try it. He hadn't and wasn't going to order anything though, so that'd be easy to see through, he supposed.

The truth it was, then.

"I.. actually I was supposed to be meeting someone here, but.. they aren't here, so."

It was Dean's turn to laugh then, his chuckle making him smile as well and it was a very nice smile he had.

"Dude, you got stood up."

"What? No, they.. probably got the time wrong."

"No no, I think they knew the time. You totally got stood up. Trust me, I can tell."

Castiel had to narrow his eyes then, gaze going to Dean once more.

"Why, are you saying I'm ugly?"

"God no. You've just got that self pitying look in your eyes, and the whole "why isn't she here yet i'm gonna cry" sad puppy thing going."

"He." Castiel corrected.

Dean's eyebrows shot up then, afterwards giving a little nod. He was silent for a moment or so, but apparently couldn't keep the serious expression for long, a smirk making it's way onto his face.

"Sorry, he."

"What's that look for?"

"Oh, nothing too important. Just trying to think of how to convince you to be my date instead."

Oh. His cheeks had been pink earlier but now he was pretty sure they were flat out red.