I'm back guys, and with an update! Yay! Just a few heads-up:

*There is fluff

*There is angst

*There is gayness, lots and lots of it

Alright, so with that, I hope you enjoy! RxR

Chapter 3. Saturday

It was a little cold due to the weather, but Dean was way more than okay with it because Cas scooted closer to Dean, practically cuddling up next to him.

Dean Winchester was very interested in Castiel. The guy was a mystery. He had only known Cas for a week now, and he already couldn't take his mind off of him. He couldn't stop thinking about his beautiful blue eyes and messy hair...

"You look creepy...staring into the mirror with a grin like that..." His little brother – Sam – said from his room doorway.

Dean laughed. "Find someone as hot as Cas, and I'd like to see you not thinking about him."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Jess is hot. And sure, Cas is cute, but you still look creepy..."

"You hardly hang out with Jess anymore. The way your relationship's heading, you two might split within the month." Dean said, looking at his brother through the mirror.

Sam frowned, walking into his room and throwing himself on Dean's bed. "It's not my fault...she's really busy with work and classes, plus she wants to hang out with her girlfriend's or whatever..sometimes, and I can understand that."

"You can understand that, or you don't care anymore?"

"Shut up, Dean."

Dean sighed, deeming his hair decent-looking, he turned away from the mirror and stood over the bed, ruffling his brother's hair. "Cheer up Samantha, there are other fish out in the sea."

Sam swatted Dean's hand away, grumbling into his blankets. "Just go on your date already."

Dean laughed, grabbing his car keys. "Alright, I'll get out of your hair. Sheesh...and here I thought your moody teenager days were over..." Dean teased, finally closing the door behind him.

He climbed into his '67 Chevy Impala, blasting AC/DC before pulling out of the driveway and driving to Cas' place.

His hands tapped on the wheel as he thought about what he and Cas will do today. Will Cas let him hold his hand? Maybe they might kiss? Oh, he'd love to kiss those lips...

But! Dean couldn't rush things. This was only a date. Dean was completely okay with just dating Cas already, but Cas seemed like the kinda guy that liked to take things slow, to get to know their parnter first, and Dean can definitely respect that.

He'd go as slow as Cas wanted, as long as he won Cas' trust.

~oO0Oo~

Castiel had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard Dean pull up outside, music blasting and everything...

So he quickly pulled on a warm coat and boots, and was out the front door in a flash.

He was becoming fond of sitting in Dean's car. Especially when Dean blasted his classic rock and sang along loudly. It made the situation a lot less awkward, because then Castiel didn't have to speak. He sometimes wondered if that's exactly what Dean is doing...blasting music to make Castiel more comfortable...

Castiel buckled himself in, glancing shyly at Dean. "H-hello, Dean." Castiel murmured.

Dean grinned, nodding. "Hey Cas. Missed seeing your face. So how are you feeling?" He asked, pulling out of the driveway.

Castiel took notice of the grey skies. Might be another rain storm today... "I'm feeling great. Thanks to you." Castiel mumbled. He heard Dean chuckle, then the music was blaring once more. Castiel made himself comfortable, every once in a while glancing at Dean through the corner of his eyes.

~oO0Oo~

Castiel was in awe. He stared with wide eyes and a dropped jaw at the building before them. He didn't notice the stare Dean gave him, glad to see the man's astonished reaction.

Castiel turned to Dean. "...An art museum?" He questioned.

Dean shrugged, motioning for Castiel to follow him. "I just figured it would be interesting to go to on a first date." Dean said casually.

Castiel tried to hide the smile that began to form on his face. This was more than an okay place for a date. Castiel was beyond excited and happy. Both he and Dean walked through the front doors of the museum, and Castiel was stunned when he saw that Dean was the one paying.

"But, Dean...I can-"

"You can get the next one." Dean interrupted him, winking.

Castiel felt his face become warmer. There would be another date? How was Dean so confident? He followed Dean beyond the front office, into the main part of the museum.

Dean watched Castiel with an amused smile as Castiel stepped forward and looked around the room, taking in all of his surroundings. "There's so much!" Castiel exclaimed happily.

"We have all day, let's look around." Dean said, holding his hand to Castiel.

Castiel looked at the outstretched hand. Dean was so forward, and Castiel had never been so relieved on a date. He had been wanting to hold Dean's hand the moment they stepped out of the impala.

He took his hand shyly and Dean's grip tightened gently, making Castiel's heart skip a beat. Dean didn't give him time to be embarrassed, however, because he led them to a hallway, one where paintings of all sorts scattered the walls. They stopped at the first one, and Castiel studied it thoroughly.

"I wish I knew how to use oil paints as well as this." He murmured, his eyes scanning the canvas.

Dean smiled. "I'm sure you'd be able to, and if you do, I'd like to see it." He said easily.

Castiel smiled back at him, nodding. "How did you know? That I would enjoy this, I mean..." He asked, motioning around the room.

Dean coughed, looking down at their hands. "Ah...well, when you were sick...I heard something coming from one of the rooms in your apartment. I thought it could be dangerous or damaging, so I checked, and found your painting room..."

Castiel nodded. "I figured as much." He murmured, smiling.

"So, are you enjoying yourself...?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"Yes Dean. This is possibly the best date I've ever been on." Castiel reassured him, leaning closer.

Holy shit was Castiel adorable. Dean wanted to just kiss him already. Forcing himself to move, they continued walking through the hallways of the museum together.

~oO0Oo~

Dean was glad he took Cas to the museum. He got to see Cas' eyes light up, his whole face brighten as he saw a particular painting he liked. He witnessed an excited Cas as he was dragged to the sculpture section. But the best part was, that Cas and him were walking closer, were holding each other's hands more, and Dean loved it.

They stopped in the outdoors exhibit. It was a little cold due to the weather, but Dean was way more than okay with it because Cas scooted closer to Dean, practically cuddling up next to him. They sat there together, looking at the architectural art.

"So, if you love art so much, why are you trying to become a doctor?" Dean asked, running his thumb over the back of Cas' hand.

He heard a small noise from Cas, and he glanced at him to make sure he didn't strike a nerve. To his relief, however, Cas just seemed to be thinking. "...It's...a long story..." He trailed off.

"Well, if I must remind you...we do have all day." Dean told him softly.

Cas was silent for a moment, almost as if he was debating if he should tell Dean or not. Dean had thought the subject was best dropped, until Cas spoke. "My family would not approve. My parents would stop funding me if I were to change majors..." Cas murmured, leaning his head on Dean's shoulder.

Dean could feel his heart swell, and damn...he wanted to kiss Cas already. "Wow...that's too bad...you'd make a great painter." Dean decidedly said.

He heard Cas make a breathless laugh. "Thanks, Dean. Though I was thinking more along the lines of architect."

"You'd make an amazing architect too."

"You're so charming." Cas teased, looking up at Dean and smiling. "Thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome. It's true though." Dean replied easily.

Cas shook his head. "No, not that...well, that is quite flattering, so yes, thank you for that also...but I was talking about this date."

Dean grinned. "I'm very happy that you liked this so much."

Cas nodded, looking at his surroundings once more. "I enjoy looking at art. Almost as much as I do creating it. So you've really done good, Dean." He murmured softly.

Seeing the content look on Cas' face made Dean want to just lean over and kiss him already. He wanted to close the distance between them more than he wanted to take another breath.

"Hey, Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Since you liked this date so much...and I'm actually starting to really like you...do you wanna go steady with me?" Dean asked, biting his lip.

Even through the corner of his eyes, he could see Cas' eyes widen. "Huh? Um...but – Dean-" The man stammered anxiously.

"Cas." Dean said suddenly, effectively making the man beside him shut up. "I don't know what it is about you, but I really am interested in you. Whatever it is that's holding you back, I'd like to know so I can help or fix it. Please talk to me."

Cas' mouth moved with no words leaving his lips. Dean really was something else. Even Cas could tell that he couldn't escape this one. Not at the moment, at least.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look Dean in the eye. "U-um...we...we can go steady, Dean. I actually would like for nothing more. It's just..." He trailed off, the last two words barely a whisper.

And apparently Dean didn't hear them, because as Dean's eyes lit up, Cas wondered to himself why he even agreed. This is only hurting Dean. He really is such a horrible person.

He was too busy brooding over his decision, that he didn't notice Dean moving closer. He was brought out of his thoughts only when Dean grabbed his jaw, forcing Cas to look into those beautiful emerald-green eyes.

The moment was too beautiful to describe, and Cas was sure it was all happening in slow motion. Dean's lips pushed against Cas', and Cas hummed appreciatively at the feeling. It was everything Cas had imagined a kiss from Dean would be like. It was exhilarating, passionate, and gentle. Dean ran his fingers up Cas' arm, finally taking a hold of it near his elbow and pulling him closer, until they were pressed against each other.

When they pulled away, Cas was panting, not being used to being kissed that hard, he gripped Dean's shoulder for leverage. His face was practically burning with embarrassment and he tried not to look Dean in the eye.

A rain drop landed on Dean's nose, and he noticed just how much darker the sky had gotten. He considered just sitting outside, making out in the rain with Cas, but he also didn't want Cas to get sick again.

While Cas was still panting on his shoulder, (Dean bit his lip at how adorable he was) he quickly lifted Cas' face once more, kissing him quickly on the lips before standing up. Now the rain was becoming more insistent. Dean should've brought an umbrella, dammit.

"Let's go inside, Cas. Hungry? Wanna get something to eat?" Dean asked, noticing how quiet Cas had become.

"U-um...yes..." Cas stammered, standing up and following after Dean.

Dean was glad they had left when they did, because now it was pouring relentlessly outside. He took a hold of Cas' hand once more, surprised to feel just how warm they felt. Either Cas was getting sick again, or he was just really content and embarrassed.

"Er...I think the museum has a little foodcourt right around here. I read it in the brochure." Dean mumbled, now kind of worrying as to why Cas was so silent.

"...You're a good kisser." He heard him mumble behind him.

"Oh, it gets better, trust me." Dean said with confidence, smirking.

Cas gave a small smile, gripping Dean's hand tighter. "I'm sure it does."

They finally made it to the foodcourt, Dean ordering them both food, which Cas was beyond content with. He laughed as he watched Dean scarf down his burger. Dean liked to talk with his mouth full, but Cas didn't mind too much. In fact, he thought that it was kind of cute. He was becoming more and more attracted to Dean, and could hardly believe they were a thing now.

Still, Castiel had a lingering anxiety in the back of his mind. He was afraid.

~oO0Oo~

When Dean dropped him off, Castiel wanted so badly to just invite him in, ask him if he could spend the night, and maybe they could cuddle together. Castiel bit his tongue, however, knowing that such thoughts were better left unsaid.

"Goodnight, Cas." Dean said, smiling genuinely.

Castiel returned the smile, leaning closer to peck Dean timidly on the lips. "Goodnight Dean. I'll stop by tomorrow to visit you." He murmured, climbing out of the car.

Dean's eyes lit up, reminding Castiel of an excited puppy. "You're gonna stop by my work?" He asked hopefully.

Castiel chuckled softly, nodding. "I will, if that's okay with you."

"Dude, it's more than okay. It's better than okay."

"Alright, Dean." Castiel mumbled, finally closing the car door and walking to his apartment. He was a little tired, and he wanted nothing more than to plop down on his bed and go to sleep.

He kicked off his boots as soon as he entered the house, slipping out of his clothes and tossing them carelessly to the side. He all but collapsed onto his bed, sighing in relief at how comfy and warm it felt.

Castiel nuzzled into the blankets, closing his eyes and preparing for a good night's rest. Then he remembered he needed to set an alarm for tomorrow morning. He reached for his pants on the floor and retrieved his phone from his pockets. He accidentally clicked the camera button, (stupid phone) and was surprised to see his own face staring back at him sleepily.

He was even more surprised to see the new, solid and seemingly innocent tattoo on his chest. It looked like a pentagram to Castiel, and coming from a religious family, he was a bit spooked at first. Until he realized with a drop of his heart, that this tattoo must be Dean's.

He quickly scrambled out of bed, searching his phone's contacts until he found Dean's. If Castiel has Dean's...then surely Dean has...

Castiel could feel panic rise throughout his entire body. He failed. He just had to say yes to Dean's advances. He couldn't just tell Dean off and go about his day...no, he just had to go on a date with him and fall in love with him.

Now Castiel regretted everything. Surely Dean must be finding out about the tattoo... He was expecting Dean to call him any minute, complaining and yelling at Castiel for what he has done.

And Castiel really has done something horrible. He has ruined Dean Winchester's body. The perfect, beautiful Winchester is officially branded with Castiel's ugly tattoo.

Castiel ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do. He was too scared to call Dean...what if Dean is home right now and is barely discovering it?

Castiel is prepared for the call. He grips the phone tightly in his hands, clenching his jaw together and getting himself prepared for the yelling. But what if...

What if Dean actually liked the tattoo? But what kind of weirdo would? Then again...Dean isn't exactly what one would call normal.

His phone's notification rang, and Castiel jumped, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He fumbled with his phone, finally checking to see who it was.

He could have sworn all the color drained from his face, he hadn't even answered yet, and already tears were pouring down his face. He was greatly tempted to just not answer, but his body moved on its own, and he accepted the call.

"H-hello...?"