Chapter 4
He Dreams Of Flying

Hey guys! Unfortunately I have lost my ipod, so there might not be an update next week, unless I'm somehow able to miraculously find it in the next few days... Sorry!

It was a Tuesday over a week later, and Castiel was leaning against his locker, patiently waiting for Dean to show up.

Dean had somehow convinced the person who had the locker next to Castiel's to trade with him, which put Castiel waiting on Dean to walk to class each morning. He wasn't sure why he had started, they had just sort of fallen into step beside each other one day, and Cas felt compelled to wait on him the next. He found that a lot of things with Dean just fell into place like they had always been a part of his life.

He had actually made a regular thing out of riding home with Dean, and now he could be seen four out of five days shot gun in the impala. Sometimes Dean took him straight home, and sometimes they just drove, enjoying the scenery and each other's company.

He scanned the hallways apprehensively, frowning when Dean wasn't anywhere in sight. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost time for class, and he groaned out loud.

"Come on." He muttered, tapping his foot impatiently. He was going to have to go ahead and go to class without Dean if he didn't show up soon.

"Hey, are you Castiel?" Came from behind, and he spun around. Brown, slightly wavy hair and some cute freckles were the first thing that he noticed, and then the intelligent chocolate-brown eyes that gazed apprehensively into his. They were about the same height, and he had a bit of a wiry build.

"Hello? Are you Castiel?" Was repeated, and Cas realized that he had been staring for far too long. He dropped his eyes to the ground and shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm him. Who are you?" He questioned, lifting his eyes again. The boy smiled as he took in Castiel, nodding his head as if he approved.
"Hi, I'm Sam Winchester. Dean told me to come and tell you that he was gonna be a little late, he had some errands to run." Sam said, and he sounded as if he was quoting the exact words from Dean's mouth. Then he turned a little more casual, his voice less practiced. "Cas, huh? Dean's drove me crazy talking about you. He said that you're really something."

Castiel blushed a bit, dropping eye contact. Dean had mentioned him to Sam, the little brother that he so adored? Well, he was flattered.

"Well your brother has told me a little bit about you too. He said that you're a practical genius, and you enjoy mythology?" Castiel inquired. He saw Sam's eyes light up at the mention, an he decided that he could be late for French class. He wanted to talk to Sam.

"I love mythology. I'm a big fan of Asian actually, but Greek and Roman are the classics and I have to respect that." He said happily. Cas noted that he had the same enthusiasm in his voice that Dean had when they were talking about something that interested him.

"I really like Egyptian, but Asian is fascinating too. How about the Jinn?" He asked. Sam's face slowly turned into a large and dopey smile as they started to discuss topics, and Castiel found himself losing track of the time. Although he was willing to be late, he didn't want to get yelled at by the teachers that often patrolled the hallways right after the bell to try and discourage cutting class.

He knew that he was in trouble when the minute bell rang.

"Crap, I have to go to French class!" He exclaimed, quickly opening his locker and retrieving his French textbook. Sam smiled and waved goodbye as he turned on his heel and started down the hallway.

"It was nice meeting you!" Sam exclaimed, watching Castiel as he walked. His class was just a couple of doors down, so he would be right on time.

"It was nice meeting you too!" Castiel shouted over his shoulder. He turned then, mentally cursing himself for taking so long to grab his book, he started actually running as the bell rang. Hopefully, he could still get there before attendance and nobody would yell at him for being out of class.

He heard footsteps pounding behind him, even quicker than his own, and he turned to see who was running.
His eyes met Dean's and a huge smile broke across his face. At least he wouldn't be walking into class late on his own.

They stopped in front of the door early, both panting. Dean reached up to lovingly ruffle Castiel's hair.

"I got caught up talking to your brother." Castiel mumbled. "You have some explaining to do, he says you've been telling him about me." He teased.

"Well of course. Why wouldn't I talk about you, angel?" Dean teased right back, satisfied as he saw Castiel's face take on a shade of pink.

"Yeah yeah yeah, let's just get into the classroom before somebody yells at us." He suggested, gesturing towards the door. Dean stepped forward and pulled it open, holding the door with a goofy grin for Castiel, mumbling something that may or may not have been 'ladies first'.

"Castiel, Dean, you're late." The teacher announced, sounding slightly annoyed. Castiel flinched, knowing that it probably wasn't the best idea to piss off the teacher of your easiest class.

"Sorry." Dean said, already walking back to his seat.

"It won't happen again." Castiel assured her, following in Dean's footsteps back the small gap and to their desks, before he slung himself into his and took out his notebook.
He scribbled down the answers to the daily questions on the board and smiled, leaning back in his seat.

'So, you talked to Sammy?' Dean wrote, tossing the paper note onto Castiel's desk. Cas grabbed it and eagerly unfolded it, smiling at the familiar handwriting. He was starting to cherish the little things about Dean, and his handwriting was one of them. Cas was certain that you could give him a hundred different people's handwriting and he could distinguish Dean's from anyone else's.

'Yes. He seems very intelligent, I like him.' Castiel wrote.

'Well don't get too friendly with him now, he's straight. I think.'

Castiel rolled his eyes, by now used to Dean's ridiculous teasing accusations.

'Why, would you be jealous if I did get "too friendly" with him?'

'Oh, obviously. You're my baby, Cas.' He wrote back. Castiel knew that Dean was kidding, but he couldn't stop the small storm of butterflies and the oddly possessive feeling he got in his stomach when he thought of Dean. Dean was his, at the very least on a friendship level. Nobody could take that.

'Idiot.' Castiel wrote in his neatest handwriting before he passed it straight back to Dean, who chuckled at the insult.

Castiel thought for a moment, while Dean was responding. Would he be jealous if Dean ended up with somebody else? He tried to imagine himself in that situation, but he honestly couldn't. Maybe he would be jealous? He had to admit that lately he'd been feeling a little possessive over Dean, and not in the friendship sort of way. Like, as in, he didn't want anybody else to get kisses on the cheek or hold Dean's hand sort of way. It was confusing, because at first he'd thought that it was just a fear that somebody else would be Dean's friend, but Gabriel was Dean's friend in the class that they had together and Cas didn't mind that one bit. He didn't care about Dean having friends, he cared about Dean getting a lover.
Why was a bit of a mystery to him.

Castiel was utterly and entirely in denial. He refused to acknowledge his growing crush on Dean, even to himself.

'But I'm your idiot.'

The teacher passed out a worksheet, so unfortunately, they didn't get the chance to talk any more right then.

All too soon the bell rang, and Castiel passed his paper up. Dean stood but he leaned on his desk, waiting for Castiel to pack up so that they could walk to class together.

About a third of the class was still there as Castiel stood up with his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder, and he and Dean started to walk through the desks to head to their next class.

That is, until somebody stepped in front of them.

"Hey, to settle a bet between me and some friends of mine," A short boy with a spiky haircut said, pausing a bit as if finding the right wording for his next statement, "Were you two late because you were making out?" He asked, smirking. Castiel felt his face go bright red. Oh great, as if he didn't have enough embarrassment in his life.

He opened his mouth to say no, but-

"Well of course." Dean said. Castiel whipped around to face him, his mouth slightly open in shock. What was Dean doing?! "I just had to see my angel before class, and I got carried away." Dean sighed, taking a step closer to Castiel and wrapping his hands around his waist.

Castiel wanted to object, to shove Dean off, but he found that trough his shock, bewilderment and embarrassment, it was actually quite hard to move right then.

He felt a small peck to his forehead and he buried his face in Dean's jacket to hide his embarrassment, knowing that no matter what he said at this point it would be taken seriously. So, instead, he clung to Dean's jacket. Besides, what could it hurt, having people think that Dean and him were going out? At least it would stop the girls that seemed to be constantly throwing themselves at Dean.

"Isn't that right, Love Muffin?" Was asked, and he got up the strength to hit Dean's shoulder for the stupid nickname. He slowly peeked out from Dean's jacket to see the stunned look on his fellow student's face.

"Well, uh, okay then. Good for you two." He commented, turning away. He still looked stunned. "Balthazar, you win."

"I just knew it!" Balthazar called, laughing. "Little Castiel finally got a boyfriend. I've been calling that he was gay since the seventh grade, you know." He quipped happily. Castiel rolled his eyes, Balthazar's speech breaking him out of his daze just enough to playfully shove Dean off of him.

"Come on, Honey, we have to go to class." He said sarcastically, grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him out of the door, away from the room of students that was now eagerly whispering about this juicy latest tidbit of gossip.

"Oh, I love it when you take control!" Dean exclaimed, and Castiel stifled a laugh. He shook his head and continued to drag Dean down the hallway, as he seemed intent on making them late to second period, too.

"What are you doing? Quit dragging your feet, let's get to class." Castiel insisted. Dean busted out laughing, grabbing Castiel and pulling him into a big hug.

"Thanks for playing along." He finally got out in between bouts of laughter, but Cas could still hear the ring of sincerity in his voice. Dean was genuinely thanking him for not immediately rebuffing his joke.

"It's fine. Did you see the look on that guy's face, though?" Cas asked, shaking his head. "Seriously though, you do realize that the entire school is going to know about this by lunch, right?"

"Do you really think I care? I mean, you don't care, do you?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows in question.

Castiel shook his head immediately, putting his hands up as if to rebuff the very idea that he might care about that.

"Of course not!" He said defensively, to further enforce his honesty. Dean's eyes narrowed and he took a step closer to Castiel, their eyes connecting and holding onto each other's gazes.

"Are you sure? Because I could go right now and tell the guy that you broke it off. I bet I could even work up some tears." Dean stated, his mouth remaining a firm line but his voice shaking with the fight to remain serious.

"I'm fairly sure. I wouldn't want rumors to get around that I was a heartbreaker." Castiel said. Dean's flat line of a mouth quirks up just the slightest bit before his self control crumbled, and he was smiling again. He shook his head a bit, as if trying to process everything that was going on.

"Yeah, then you might never get a girlfriend. Come on, let's go." Dean said, grabbing Castiel's arm and wrapping his own arm around it.

"Partner."

The last word was purred in a way that made Castiel blush, but he was beaming with pride on the inside.

At lunch that day, the cafeteria was buzzing and people were constantly sneaking glances back at the two of them.

"Hey, plot twist." Castiel commented, pulling two fruits out of his bag.

"Oranges today instead of apples."

"Well that's ironic." Dean commented, nodding his head approvingly. "I brought chili cheese fries instead of burgers." He commented, reaching into the greasy fast food bag and pulling out a large tray of fries, along with a couple of forks. Unfortunately they were at school, so they couldn't make too big of a mess of themselves.

Dean picked up his fork, stabbing a bite and holding it out for Castiel to take. Castiel leans forward after a moment of hesitation, unsure of Dean's motive. Once the caught on though, he eagerly accepted the tidbit of food offered and grabbed his own fork, stabbing through some fries and offering them to Dean, glancing over to see that yes, their little show was being watched.

"Dean!" Came a voice from behind.

Dean turned, his mouth still full, to face his little brother. Castiel put down his fork and waved hello happily before he picked up his orange, starting to open it to keep his hands busy. He always liked to have something to fiddle around with.

"Hey there Sammy, what's up?" He questioned.

"So, did you two really make it official? You're a couple?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head, and Castiel listened with vague interest as to what he was going to tell his brother about their little unplanned trick.

"No, I said it playing around and he just went with it." Dean said, shrugging. "We've been playing it up a little ever since then." Dean further explained, lazily slinging an arm around Castiel's shoulders. Sam's eyes narrowed, and he sat down in front of them.

"You guys don't mind if I stay here and eat with you, then?" He asked. Was it just Castiel, or did Dean seem to hesitate before he shook his head yes?

"Just don't keep Cas tied up the whole time discussing mythology. I still want to be able to talk to him, too." Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I won't get in the way of you two being a happy couple." Sam said sarcastically.

The rest of lunch went by pretty fast, Sam and Dean both entertaining light conversation between themselves and Castiel, keeping him occupied. He was reluctant after it was over to actually get up and go to class.

He did though, stretching and yawning a bit before picking up both his and Dean's trash and carrying it over to the trash cans.

The rest of the day went by pretty darn smoothly after that, just as it usually does. It came to the end, and Dean was waiting for Castiel by his locker, as usual.

"Hey, I'm gonna have to skip on the ride today." Castiel said, really wishing that he didn't have to. He had some homework that he wanted to get started on right away though, so it would be better for him to go ahead and ride the bus home.

"Really? Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Dean said, shrugging. Castiel nodded, not really paying attention to Dean as he put his things in his locker. His cheeks burned red when he felt a light kiss pressed to his forehead, and he had the urge to bury his face in his hands. "Bye."

Dean walked away after that, followed by Castiel's eyes. He honestly had no clue what he felt for Dean. It was all so confusing, and the kiss on the cheek really wouldn't help his concentration on the homework tonight, that he knew.

The bus ride on the way home was terrible. He was used to the impala more now, and it rode a lot smoother than the bus. That coupled with the fact that the students behind him wouldn't shut up for the entire twenty minute drive had him ready to kill someone by the time the bus finally stopped at his doorstep.

As soon as he was inside, he started trying to do his homework, putting his pen to the paper and attempting to force his brain to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him. All in all, with Dean Winchester on his brain, he took two hours on just one measly math assignment, and then another half an hour on English. By the time he was done it was seven o'clock, and he was exhausted. His eyes slid shut periodically.

He finally gave up resisting and crawled into his comfy bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around his shoulders and shutting his eyes tightly. He tried to shut out the world, but heard the door slam as his father came stumbling in from wherever the hell he'd been, probably drunk. He gave a sigh and tossed restlessly, thinking of any way he could grasp sleep and force it to stop evading him. Eventually he settled on letting his mind wander, ignoring the sounds of the television turned up too loud.

As always, his mind traveled back to Dean. It seemed like Dean had somehow worked his way into Castiel's routine so thoroughly that there really was no escaping thinking about him. If they were to somehow drift apart now (no matter how much that would break Castiel's heart) Cas knew that he would still look back on this, look back on Dean and remember it as the best times of his life. He knew that without a doubt.

So, he slowly drifted off, carried into oblivion with his last thoughts being about Dean.

When he woke up in the morning, the first thing that he noticed was that he hadn't yet gathered his supplies from doing his homework last night. He moved slowly off of the couch and tossed his stuff into his bag, running a hand through his messy hair and groaning.

He grabbed clean clothes and changed quickly, knowing that he didn't have time for a shower this morning. He was looking for his pen when he heard a honk come from the driveway, and he rushed to the window in a panic. To his sheer relief, it was not the bus driver.

Instead, there was a slate black impala sitting in his driveway, looking severely out of place in his low-maintenance yard. He quickly grabbed his trench coat the threw it on, running out the door to his bedroom and down the hall, opening the door and looking at Dean as if the answers to his questions could be achieved at a glance. Of course they couldn't, so he had to walk over to the impala.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his brows furrowing. Dean smiled and leaned back in his seat, looking at Castiel like he was just enjoying having him here.

"I'm ditching school, and so are you."

He said, smirking like he just knew that he couldn't be refused. Castiel shook his head, putting his face in his hands.

"How did I get dragged into a friendship with you?" Castiel asked himself out loud, and then he sighed. "I don't know, Dean." He said honestly. "I've never skipped school before in my entire life."

"It doesn't matter if you've done it before, it's an important high school experience that I want you to be able to have." Dean said stubbornly. Castiel growled in frustration, but he knew that he was already defeated. He knew that before he even started the argument. When Dean was determined, he got what he wanted.

"Okay, just let me go and take a shower." Cas mumbled.

Thirty minutes later he was sitting in the impala, nervous as they drove along an open back road. He was probably missing important stuff right now, this ruined his perfect attendance for this year, and other nervous thoughts flitted around in Castiel's brain.

"Where are you taking me?" Castiel asked after a little while. He hadn't seen any of these roads before on previous nights with Dean, so that meant that he was headed someplace they'd never been before. Castiel had considered the possibility that they were just driving, but Dean seemed too concentrated on where they were going and looking for street signs to not have a specific destination in mind.

"We'll just call it a date." Dean said evasively, and his head lazily fell over to flash Castiel his usual dopey grin.

"Eyes on the road." Castiel said flatly, sighing in discontentment. He wasn't going to find out where they were going until they were there, it looked like.

Dean finally looked away from Castiel, reluctantly locking his eyes back onto the street. He could be a dick later. For now, he just had to focus on keeping them on track.

They drove for two whole hours, the windows rolled down a tad bit and the wind messing up Castiel's already untamable hair even more. Dean gave him an appraising look and nodded.
Dean was actually quite fond of Castiel's messy hair.

"Come on, let's go." Dean encouraged, pulling Castiel along as he scanned the row of buildings that they had parked between, looking for a specific store. Finally, he found it, and he beamed with pride. Castiel didn't even bother reading the sign as he was pulled into the place; they were moving too fast to anyways.

As soon as he was inside, the scent of cleaning material and what sounded like marbles rolling around on an uneven gym floor were the first things that he noticed. He looked around confusedly at the dusty old place, the counter looking like it could probably use a cleaning.

This didn't seem to deter Dean as he walked right up to the thing and put one elbow onto it.

"Two for skating, please." He said, pushing ten dollars onto the counter. The man narrowed his eyes at Dean (it was ten o'clock in the morning, he should be in school right now) but decided that business was business, and he handed him two skating rental tickets.

Dean handed one to Castiel, then grabbed his free hand in his own as they switched to the other counter.

"I'll need a size eight." Dean told the man, releasing Castiel's hand so that he could reach down to slip off his shoes and hand them to the man behind the counter. He took them and went back to retrieve Dean's skates.

"I've never been skating before Dean." Castiel said nervously. He glanced behind him to see a fairly large wooden floor, and two or three couples (along with a couple of loners) already skating around. When they did it it looked easy, but... Well, that floor couldn't be too soft to land on.

"Don't worry, it's lots of fun." Dean assured him. He man came back and handed Dean his skates, looking to Castiel to get his size.

"Seven." He said, handing the man his shoes. He took them and disappeared behind rows of skates before returning a moment later with a pair in hand.
Castiel tentatively took them, the soft leather of the inside brushing against his thumb as he carried them over to the nearest bench, sitting down and looking at them for a moment as if they were going to bite him.

He sighed and put one of them on the ground, lifting the corresponding foot and shimmying it into the shoe. As soon as it was snug, he tied the laces (with some difficulty-they were almost on the floor, they made them so long!) and repeated the process on his other foot.

He was eventually all tied up, and he looked up to see Dean's hands outstretched in offering. He reached up and took them and Dean pulled him up slowly, helping Castiel stay steady.

His feet wobbled uncertainly underneath him, and he pursed his lips in displeasure.

"Are you sure I'm not going to fall?" He asked, his voice hitching slightly as Dean tugged his arm, pulling him a couple of inches on his unstable feet.

"I'll catch you before you have the chance." Dean compromised, pulling Castiel just a little bit further.
Castiel was a little more comfortable moving this time, but he was still clinging onto Dean's arm.

"How did you talk me into this?" He mumbled under his breath.

"I didn't, I just didn't tell you where we were going." Dean laughed, slowly pulling Castiel.

Castiel wobbled uncertainly and Dean stopped for a second to help him get his balance. After a second, when Cas was steady, Dean fell back and wrapped his arm around Castiel's waist to keep him from falling.

"Great, now you're treating me like a girl." Castiel grumbled.

"Wait, you mean you're not?" Dean gasped, and Castiel hit him.

"Would it matter if I was?" He challenged. Dean turned serious and he shrugged.

"Not one bit. You'd still be the same you." Dean said. Castiel smiled a bit.

"Now if we're done being feminists for a moment we should move on to the part where you teach me how to not fall on my bottom."

Dean laughed and slowly worked his skates, moving them eventually around the wall and to the rink, where he took Castiel's hand and gently placed it on the rail that went around the thing. It came up to his rib cage, so it was a little short, but it felt stable.
He grabbed Dean's jacket as he started to move away, turning to glare at him.

"You dragged me into this, you're not leaving me here."

"I was just giving you some space. Let go of me and put your other hand on the pole." Dean instructed. Castiel tentatively moved his hand over to grasp the rail.

"Good, now use it to start pulling yourself along the wall." He instructed, nodding towards the open floor in front of him. Castiel started to move his hands, trying to pull himself. He made it a couple of inches steadily before his skates got too far in front of his hands and slipped out from underneath him, causing his bottom to set a straight collision course with the ground.

He gripped onto the railing for his life, his ribs digging into it as he clutched the metal. Dean was there in a flash, pulling him up and helping to steady him.

"I though you said you'd catch me." Castiel said, partially just teasing.

"Looks to me like that metal bar did the job." Dean teased. "Maybe it should be your date instead."

"Shut up and help me." Castiel argued.

Dean shook his head and wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist to keep him vertical as he used one of his hands to pull himself along the wall, keeping his knees locked to stop himself from falling again.

The rolling of the wheels under his feet was actually a nice sensation, and he found that he was actually enjoying the uncertainty of it all. He liked having to concentrate to balance himself, and he liked that if he did fall, Dean would be there to apologize for not catching him. (Because Dean was only human and got easily distracted, so he probably wouldn't actually be able to catch Castiel fast enough if he did fall.)

"Okay, Now start trying to move your feet." Dean instructed. Castiel took a shaky breath as he slowly moved one of his feet forward, not quite getting how it was supposed to work to propel you forward so far. Sneaking a glance to observe the other skaters, he decided that he was going to try and mimic what they were doing.
So he bent his knees and pushed one of his feet forward, trying to intimidate what they were doing. He succeeded in moving forward, but it caught Dean off guard and he lost his balance, flailing hands looking for anything to grab to keep him from falling.

Unfortunately, one of Dean's hands latched on to Castiel's, and Cas was sent falling down as if he and Dean were a set of dominos.

He landed on the floor right next to Dean, managing to get Dean's hand off of his and catch himself on his hands and knees. He knew that he would probably have bruises on his knees the next day, and his palms hurt like hell already, but he couldn't help but find the situation at least a little amusing.
He looked over at Dean's stunned expression and slightly tossled hair, and he let out a deep laugh. Dean glared for a second before he started chuckling a bit, unable to hold it back.

Yeah, it was a little bit funny.

Eventually, they were both openly laughing, not caring that they were getting weird looks from the other skaters around. They could care less; they were happy right then, all they were focused on was each other and the moment.

Castiel gripped Dean's jacket, using a mixture of that and the wall to pull himself up off the floor, standing shakily. Dean followed, not needing anything to push himself up and find his balance. He wrapped his arms lovingly around Castiel's waist and brought him close, sighing in his hair.

"I always have so much fun when we're hanging out." Dean commented. Castiel leaned into his touch, eager to feel Dean's arms wrapped around him. The butterflies made their appearance again.

"I do too." He said softly. Dean pulled away and kept teaching him how to skate, offering pointers and helping him as they went.

All in all, (not including when they stopped for food) it took two hours before Castiel was skating like a pro. He fell a couple more times, but Dean actually did succeed in catching him, so he didn't get hurt.

They got tired around one, (okay, so more like exhausted) and Dean and Cas exchanged their skates for their regular shoes, slipping them on and heading back out the door.

"Where to now?" Dean asked, knowing that it was too early to drive back then.

"I'm not supposed to have to decide, you dragged me out here." Castiel pointed out, not knowing what to do.

"Okay then." Dean said, thinking. He strained his mind, looking for something to do. Suddenly, an old theatre caught his eye. He grabbed Castiel's hand and dragged him into the building, stopping to look at the movie collection.

They didn't have a lot to choose from.

"What movie do you want to see?" Dean asked, gesturing towards the board. Castiel shook his head, trying to comprehend what had just happened. They were outside and Dean dragged him in here... Dear lord, his life moved fast sometimes.
He finally collected his thoughts and looked up at the board, reading the titles and trying to remember if he had heard anything about any of them. They had some fairly obscure titles...

"I've honestly only heard of Frozen." Castiel commented. Dean shrugged.

"Well if you're into princess crap then we should go or whatever." Dean said.

"It's not about a princess, it's mainly about a queen." Castiel said flatly, "and I've heard it's good, but I want you to enjoy the movie too." Cas said. Dean nodded his head, taking it into consideration.

"Well, I heard that iFrankenstein was good." He said, pointing to the title. Castiel shrugged and nodded. He hadn't heard of it, but he trusted Dean's judgement on stuff like that. He had nice judgement in music, so why not in movies?

"Is it supposed to be this cold in here?" Castiel asked once they got into the theatre. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Of course. It's so people will complain about it, and their dates can do this." Dean elaborated, wrapping his arm around Castiel's shoulder and bringing him just a little closer. Castiel blushed a little, laying his head on Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, that is pleasant." He agreed.
The movie wasn't too too long, so in another two hours they were out again. They had stayed snuggled up alone in the giant theatre the entire time, no space between them as they watched the movie. Castiel walked out with a pleasant tingle still going through him. He was practically buzzing in happiness.

"Want to get some iced cream before we go home?" Dean offered, twirling the keys of the impala around in his nimble fingers. Cas watched with rapt attention, smiling just the slightest bit.

"That sounds nice. I have some money on me, I can cover the iced cream." He said. He was determined to do something, because he felt like the girl in this situation and it wasn't something he was comfortable with.

"Alright, which type of iced cream do you want then?" Dean questioned, looking at the different options on a small cart. Castiel was happy that Dean didn't argue the money thing; this needed to be a give-and-take relationship.

"Sea salt? What's that?" Castiel asked, gesturing towards the name. Dean frowned, apparently scanning his memory for the same question. Castiel smiled at his 'thinking' face. "Well don't hurt yourself." He teased.

"Shut up." Dean quipped before his face lit up in recognition. "I know what that is. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's good."

"Okay, then two of those, please." Castiel requested, handing the guy the money from his pocket. He was handed two ice pops and he handed one to Dean, watching him taste it before he tentatively pressed his tongue to the tip.

It was delicious! It was sweet, but had a nice undertone of salt and he could almost imagine that he was actually tasting crystal clear sea water. It was an amazing flavor.

"What do you think?" Dean asked, and Castiel eagerly nodded his head for a moment, before he realized that Dean was waiting for him to elaborate. He pulled the treat away from his lips.

"It's really nice." He said, lifting it to his lips and taking another lick. He reached over and grabbed Dean's hand, walking with him over to a nearby bench. They sat and ate in silence, enjoying each other's company and the tasty iced cream. The cars wizzed by at high speeds, no one sparing a second glance towards them. They may have been in public, but it was their own private moment.

After that though, they knew that they had to get back to Castiel's house. Castiel had to get his dad to write a note for his absence, so they climbed into Dean's truck and cranked up the music loud, taking the back roads as they sped down the gravel together. Dean sang along to some of the songs, coaxing laughs and occasional participation out of Castiel. He didn't really like to sing all that much though, and he didn't know many of the words.

Castiel fell asleep about half way through the drive, resting his head against the window and closing his eyes peacefully.

He was shaken awake by Dean once they were finally at his house.

"We're here." Dean said. Castiel groggily opened his eyes, looking at his house. He gave a feeble groan; his hips hurt and the rest of his muscles too, in a million different places. He felt like he had gone skating with a meat tenderizer.

"Thanks for today." He said, yawning and sitting up. Dean nodded his head. Castiel's hand hesitated on the handle of the door, not wanting to leave, but he pulled it anyways and stepped out of the car.

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Dean teased, smiling. Castiel blushed madly, but he turned around and leaned towards Dean, quick enough that he couldn't talk himself out of it, and he quickly pecked Dean's cheek. As soon as Dean turned to him with eyes full of surprise, he exited the car and shut the door, not wanting to face Dean's reaction.

He walked to the door, stopping right before he walked inside to glance back at Dean's face.

There was a large, dopey smile stretched across it.