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~JustARedHerring17~

Castiel's shift had been pretty uneventful; he had been trained by a pretty blonde named Jo and took some tables on his own. Satisfied with his training, Jo put him in charge of the host stand at the front of the restaurant. He felt like he was getting the hang of all this, he'd never worked in a restaurant before and was proud that he caught on so quickly. He was also very grateful for the distraction from his previous encounter with the green-eyed god.

Jo was fun to work with as well. She was the daughter of the owner, Ellen and Castiel thoroughly enjoyed her dry humor and quick wit. She reminded him a lot of Charlie, which only helped to ease his nerves on his first day.

It was about to turn into the dinner rush as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Castiel took his 15-minute break, scarfed down some fries Jo had brought him and was ready for the dinner crowd when the front doors burst open unexpectedly. Castiel jumped dropping some menus on the wood floor, but before he could stoop down to retrieve them he heard that same gruff voice that had been playing on repeat in his head all afternoon.

"Hey sweetie pie! Your best table!"

Castiel, true to himself as always, immediately panicked and instinctively hit the ground. He recovered a little and busied himself picking up the scattered menus. He glanced up and saw Dean looking sheepish and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Jo quickly joined Castiel on the ground to retrieve the menus.

"Geez Dean! You can't even help Castiel pick this stuff up! No one could mistake you for a gentleman!"

Castiel silently agreed; he was a little put off by Dean at this point. A shocked look flitted across Dean's face and he scrambled to help. All the menus were already retrieved by the time he made it over. Castiel stood and busied himself at the host stand, awaiting Dean's apology. He looked up and was shocked to see that Dean had left.

"Never mind Dean," Jo told Castiel, "He can be kind of a jerk sometimes, but you learn to love him."

"I was not aware that he worked here." Castiel wasn't the best at hiding his emotions and Jo could see the blush peeking above his collar.

"So you know Dean?" she asked, feigning as much innocence as possible.

"Yes…er…no, I mean, not really." To Castiel's relief a group of people came in and diverted Jo's attention. Castiel busied himself taking care of customers, wiping down tables, and picking up. The night flew by and Castiel put his best effort not to stare behind the bar where Dean was working. Every now and then he'd get a tingling feeling on the back of his neck. Glancing back at the bar he'd see the green eyes dart away from him.

The glances he allowed himself towards the bar gave him a few more insights to Dean. He saw the green-eyed man flirting with many of the patrons, his tip jar filling up alarmingly fast. He noticed how Dean would surreptitiously reach up showing off his toned form, looking over his shoulder and winking. It was like watching a well-rehearsed dance. While part of him was in awe over the bartender's choreography, a smaller part of him was saddened. Castiel had thought he'd seen interest in those forest green irises but it was most likely all part of Dean Winchester's game of life.

Sighing disappointedly, Castiel finished his shift. As the Roadhouse closed for the night, Jo approached Castiel.

"Hey a bunch of us are staying after for a few drinks-you game?"

"Thanks Jo, but I have a class in the morning."

"Aw come on!"

"No, I really got to get going, sorry Jo, maybe next time." Castiel could have easily stayed, but the thought of being stuck making awkward small talk with the most recent focus of his daydreams was too much for him. He quickly clocked out, said his goodbyes and headed out to the parking lot, trying not to notice the green eyes following him out the door.

He reached his beat up car, throwing his stuff in the back seat and settling in, the car creaking as he slammed the uncooperative door closed. Castiel slid the key in the ignition, letting out his usual silent pleas that the engine would turn over. The engine chugged and strained but to no avail. Shit! Castiel cursed inwardly as he smacked his hand repeatedly on the steering wheel, accidentally hitting the horn a few times in his frustration. Popping the hood, Castiel looked over the engine. Stupid thing to do really he thought, just because I'm looking at it doesn't mean I know how to fix anything in this stupid car. Castiel's car knowledge was basically limited to changing a tire, adding oil, and changing the radio presets. He glanced over to the Roadhouse as the back door opened abruptly and a familiar silhouette sauntered out. Oh great…

Dean had spent his whole shift waiting (and hoping) for Castiel to come by the bar to talk with him. Unfortunately the raven-haired man seemed to be avoiding him as much as possible. He watched him leave; disappointed that Castiel didn't seem to have much of an interest. I could have sworn… He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of those dissatisfied thoughts. He didn't consider himself that cocky, maybe just confident, but Dean wasn't quite used to not getting the attention of…well just about everyone he'd been interested in.

Dean popped open a beer and sat with the rest of the group, determined to forget Castiel for the night. Vaguely in the background, he heard a car honking and turned his ear towards the parking lot. Shrugging it off, he continued to chat idly with Jo. That was until Ellen tapped on his shoulder. Turning around he groaned at the sight of Ellen carrying several garbage bags.

"Look what our thoughtful bartender forgot to do!"

"Aw come on Ellen, I'll take them out when I leave!"

"Dean Winchester, you will take them out right now."

Grumbling, Dean took the bags from Ellen and kicked open the back door leading to the dumpsters. He glanced towards the parking lot, seeing headlights outlining a figure stooping over the hood of his car. A figure that looked pretty familiar. Dean quickly threw the trash bags into the dumpster and walked over to the man. It was Castiel! Dean was silently cheering at the opportunity that had presented itself to him.

"Hey," he called over, seeing the man stiffen, "you need any help with your car?"

He reached Castiel and tapped on his shoulder. Castiel grudgingly turned to face him, and in the faint lights Dean could still see a rosy blush on the man's cheeks.

"Thank you Dean, but I have it taken care of."

"Aw come on Cas, I'm good with engines. It's the least I can do."

Dean watched as Castiel looked up at him, cocking his head slightly. It reminded him of a kitten and was way too cute of a gesture for this sex god before him. Cute? Did I just think something was cute? Oh geez…

Still awaiting a reply, Dean asked, "Is everything okay?"

"You called me Cas."

"Ya, I just figured Castiel was kind of a mouthful. It's a nickname, you know, haven't you ever had a nickname?"

Castiel's head was still cocked slightly to the side but then shook his head, "None that I've liked, I like Cas."

Dean was cheering on the inside, to finally get a positive reaction from Cas. "Okay then Cas, let me help you with your car."

Castiel tried to refuse once more but Dean, being the impulsive one, quickly clapped his hand over Cas's mouth. "No excuses, I'm helping you, let me just grab some stuff from my baby."

He walked away clenching his fist, the hand he had put over Cas's mouth, willing the tingling to go away.