This takes place right where the previous chapter left off.
And for the record, by this point, they've been dating for two or three months. I'm skipping around a lot, I know.
Dean refused to admit that he was scared of Castiel's mom.
Nope, not at all.
Okay, maybe a little bit. He blamed the pantsuit. Seriously, who wears a pantsuit to dinner?
Regardless, he was pretty sure his, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Milton," sounded believable and not like he was vaguely terrified.
She surprised him by smiling. "I save Dr. Milton or my patients and people I don't like. You may call me Naomi." She gestured towards the dining room. "We were just about to sit for dinner."
Cas squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile before leading him into the dining room.
Dean took his seat and sighed in relief that he recognized all of the utensils. In a brief moment of insanity, he had been afraid that he would be expected to know what to do with seven different forks. Obviously that was not the case.
Naomi said grace and they began to load their plates.
"So, Dean-o," Gabriel said, "how's work?"
"What do you do?" Anna asked.
"I work part-time at a coffee shop in town."
Anna raised en eyebrow, turning to Cas. "A coffee shop, you say?"
Cas rolled his eyes. Yes we met there. Shut up.
Anna stared at him for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter. "Seriously?"
"Anna, don't tease your brother," Naomi said, not even looking up from cutting her chicken. "There's nothing wrong with meeting multiple people in certain types of places."
"Right, didn't you meet all of our fathers at rock concerts?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Now be grateful I did at all."
Dean stifled a laugh upon seeing Gabriel's expression. A look to the side confirmed that Cas was doing the same, with better results.
"Now, Dean, please tell us more about this coffee shop."
After dinner, Dean found himself cornered in the hallway by Anna, on his way out of the bathroom.
"Um, Anna, what are you-" was as far as he got before she backed him up against the wall.
"Shh. I just wanted to talk to you." She leaned a little more into his personal space. "In private."
He tried to lean a little further away. "I don't think-"
"What? You don't think we should do this?" She smiled. "My brother is lucky to have you."
Dean smiled despite himself. "I'd say I'm lucky to have him."
"I would be even luckier." She leaned in so her nose brushed his.
He gently pushed her back by the shoulders. "Look, I'm flattered, but-"
There was a thump on the wall. They both turned to see Cas staring at them with his arms crossed.
"Cas, it's not what it looks like!" Dean said, but Cas held a hand up.
I thought I told you this was not necessary Anna.
"Oh come on," she said. "Can you blame me, based on the last one?"
We agreed not to talk about that.
Anna rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter, Cas. He passed anyway."
"Passed?" Dean said. "What did I pass?"
Gabriel and Anna like to test the people I bring home to ensure they would stay faithful to me, he signed. The last one took her up on it.
"And then that night," Anna said, "he went out drinking. After luckily making it through the night, especially with the inability to say the word no, he went to a coffee shop to get something for his hangover. There, he met his last girlfriend, who may not have even known his name."
Castiel looked sheepish. Well when you put it like that it just sounds bad.
"Gee, wonder why." Gabriel said from behind him. "Maybe because she was such a bitch."
"I take it you didn't like her much then?" Dean said.
"None of us liked her."
Enough about that, Cas signed. Can we please go back to the other room?
Once Gabriel and Anna were gone, Cas turned back to Dean. I am glad you passed Dean.
"You'll probably want to take him home," Naomi said.
Dean looked down to where Cas was leaning against his shoulder, fast asleep.
"Would you like help getting him to the car?"
"I'm fine. Thank you though." He shook Cas. "C'mon, Cas. Time to go home."
Cas slowly sat up. He ran and hand down his face. What time is it?
"Nearly eleven," Naomi said. "You nodded off around ten."
I should be getting home.
They said their goodbyes and then Cas allowed Dean to help him to the car, since he was still mostly asleep.
The drive to Castiel's apartment was quiet.
He looked up when they arrived, and a look of confusion crossed his face. How will you get home?
"I can get a cab back, it's fine. Let's just get you inside first."
Once Dean got him into bed, however, Cas refused to let him go.
You will stay here tonight.
"Cas, I don't-"
I was not asking.
Reluctantly, Dean kicked off his shoes and climbed in beside him. "Happy?"
Take your clothes off.
"What?" Dean squawked.
Cas raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Do you normally sleep fully clothed?
"Fine, whatever." He got up and pulled his sweater and shirt off in one go. When he dropped them to the floor, he saw Cas putting his wallet back on the nightstand. "Very funny," Dean said as he pulled the five dollar bill out of his waistband. "I'm keeping this."
Cas shrugged and rolled over onto his stomach.
Dean tossed his jeans onto the floor somewhere and climbed back into the bed. Cas immediately scooted over and buried his face in Dean's neck.
"Comfy?" Dean said, moving his arm into a more comfortable position.
Cas waved a hand noncommittally.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes.
Dean took a deep breath. "Cas, I wanted you to know that I l- You're asleep, aren't you?" He was.
Dean sighed. Maybe tomorrow.
I liked Naomi, shut up.
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