"Sammy!"

Dean burst through the door of their apartment, giddy as fuck and nervous as hell. "Sammy boy!" Where the hell was that kid?

He jogged through the house, checking in every room until he got to Sam's. He peeked in a snorted. Sam, with his long limbs and giant hands, was attempting to button up a vest around himself, his hair slicked back with tons of gel to keep that long ass trainwreck in place.

"Dude, you look so pretty," Dean snickered, making Sam jump up from what he's doing and blush slightly.

"I.. I have a date with Jessica tonight." He spat out, slightly frustrated as he went back to fumbling with the buttons.

Dean's eyes softened as he walked over to assist Sam. "Well, you did pretty well with your hair. Oh, and um... I thought I'd let you know that Cas said yes. We are having dinner at 8 tomorrow. I.. uh.. I gotta come up with a place to take him." Dean concentrated heavily on the buttons, his face burning. His mind had been swimming with places good enough for Cas the entire ride home, but none of them seemed like they would be.

Sam's face lit up, nervousness disappearing for a bit. "Dude, that's frikkin awesome! Castiel seems like an awesome guy, I'm sure you could take him anywhere and he'd be happy." he paused, his face turning more sinister. "Aww this is wittle Deany's fiwst date!" He grinned, laughing loudly in his deep voice.

Dean looked up at him, frikkin have to look up at this behemoth, and stared him down with the best glare he could muster. "Dude, I'm gonna be honest here. I'm panicking like a fuckin kid here, so help me out some?"

Sam choked slightly and calmed down, face growing kinder. "Okay, here's the deal. You don't bag on me when I get home tonight, and I'll help you set up everything you need tomorrow. This is a big moment dude. I'm really... I'm really proud of you man." It's not often Sam says that to Dean. Sure, Dean says it to Sam all the time, but he deserves it constantly. It's not often that Dean deserves it, and hearing Sam say that made his heart jerk a bit.

He looked up at his little brother, a small smile on his face. "I'm proud of you too Sammy. Now, I'm assuming you want to borrow the Impala? You be careful with my baby, and you treat that girl right."

Sam was practically bouncing with excitement and nerves. "I promise, I promise. I gotta go get her now. Thanks Dean!" He bent down so Dean could kiss him on the forehead. "I'll see you later."

"I promise not to wait up," Dean winked at Sam as he ran out the door, blushing furiously.

Now, he had the entire night to sit there and freak out about tomorrow alone. Great.

-

When Sam asked Dean what he spent the night before doing, Dean simply shrugged and calmly said he had watched movies and drank beer until he was tired. However, he had actually spent the night googling date ideas and restaurants in his area.

Now he was sitting here, fidgeting like crazy as Sam picked out a suitable outfit from Dean's closet. Reservations were set at this little restaurant/coffee house. It was pretty unknown and laid back; bookshelves, a little stage with live performances, poetry readings,some tables even had beanbags. It had just seemed to Dean like something Cas would enjoy.

Sam picked out possibly the only collared button-up shirt Dean had and a pair of unripped jeans. He was letting Dean borrow one of his vests to wear over the shirt. It was a little loose, but not noticeably. And then, just like that, it was time.

With instructions to Cas's house, Dean was sent to go get him, since he wanted the place they were going to dinner (The Clink, whatever the hell that means)to be a complete surprise.

"Holy fuck." Dean said aloud to himself. Cas's house was huge! It was seriously gorgeous; two stories, but clearly it also had a basement. It had large lighted windows and black shutters and a beautiful matching black door. Dean's stomach dropped. There was no way he was good enough for this guy.

He stumbled to the door and hit the doorbell, the action followed by a loud chime. There was a sound of rushed scuffling then a loud bang, a curse, then more scuffling. The sound greatly amused Dean and he was chuckling when Cas opened the door, looking extremely flustered and holding his knee, which Dean assumed was what had banged against the umbrella stand knocked over behind him. So the graceful angel in front of him can mess up after all. It made Dean feel a lot better. He peeked inside of Cas's house, seeing several large bookshelves, bursting with books, beautiful paintings lining the walls, and a living room space complete with comfy looking tan furniture, a large rug with a fluffy white cat sleeping peacefully, and a fireplace, currently unlit.

"Oh, um.. hi," Cas spoke breathlessly, as if he had been rushing. His hair was a bit mussed and Dean instinctively reached up to move a strand of hair out of Cas's face and back into place.

"Are you ready, or should I knock again?" Dean smirked slightly, Cas was just too damn adorable.

Cas blushed deeply. "N-no, I'm ready. Just had a few difficulties." He glared over at the umbrella stand, as if it had purposefully tripped him. "I'll get that later, shall we go?" he asked, grabbing a tan trench coat off of the coat hanger.

They finally arrived at The Clink, and much to Dean's pleasure, Cas had never been here, but he loved it immediately.
Good, a new experience they could share together. Fuck Dean is girly. They sat down at a place near the stage (it was open mic night) and ordered their coffees, Dean taking his black, Cas with extra sugar ("Enjoying sweet coffee is no less manly, Dean!" he quickly defended himself at Dean's smirk) and sat back to watch a young woman try her luck at singing a song Dean didn't believe he had ever heard. He looked over to make a remark at Cas to see him swaying softly to the song as he sipped his coffee. His heart grew warmer and suddenly the performance was much more enjoyable.

They chatted kindly, holding each other's hands and eating a surprisingly delicious meal, getting closer to each other as normal. It was very nice and quiet, and then an announcer got onto the mic.
"Any volunteers? We have room for a performer!"

Dean shrugged that off and turned back to his food to take a bite of his burger, only to realize that Cas was no longer across from him. He was now walking elegantly toward the stage, a small smile on his face. What the actual hell?

Dean stared dumbfounded as Cas took the mic and did a little wink at Dean. He whispered something to the guy running the songs, a big man with a huge beard, and the man nodded.
Dean watched in anticipation, and slight embarrassment, as the first chords to "Let It Be" began to play. Dean was sure he had mentioned to Cas that it was one of his favorite songs.

He didn't know what he had expected, but it was not this. He was sitting there, leaning forward, mouth clearly open, eyes glazed, listening to an angel's voice sing the Beatles like no one ever has before. It was beautiful in his deep voice, stunning. Cas stared at him the entire time, smiling his crinkly little smile, belting out the most lovely sound Dean had ever heard. He was certain that everyone in the restaurant was watching Cas, wanting Cas, fucking Cas with their eyes. But he was Dean's.

That realization shocked him. Cas was his and Dean wasn't gonna let anyone else have him.

After the song finished, the entire restaurant burst into cheers, none of which were louder than Dean's, and Cas slid back into his seat, grinning like a complete adorable fool.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," Dean blurted out, grabbing Cas's hands tightly. He didn't know what else to say, nothing that could honestly tell how he felt, so he leaned in close and brushed his lips gently against Cas's. "Mine.." he quietly muttered to himself without thinking, then blushed deeply, pulling back, but not letting go of Cas's hand. He seriously hoped that Cas had not heard him say that. If he did, he did not acknowledge it, much to Dean's relief. Cas was blushing, however, from their exchange of lips. Dean was sure he was too, and he wanted more, much more. But he held his tongue and the date continued lovingly, with sweet conversation, blushing glances, hand holding, and a kickass burger.

Now they were standing on Cas's doorstep, awkwardly saying good bye. Dean wasn't quite sure what to do, he had never been on a date, and the night always ended with him bringing the girl or guy inside for a nice fucking. But even though he wanted that with Cas, so frikkin badly, he wanted to take it slow even more, so he just stood there, fidgeting. Cas smiled warmly.

"Tonight was very lovely, Dean. I enjoyed spending time with you." He leaned in close, Dean's heart beating hard, threatening to bust out of his chest. Then, their lips were together, Cas's lips so soft and sweet against Dean's. Dean's tongue traced around Cas's, begging for entrance until Cas opened his mouth slightly, letting him in, and Dean happily took the chance, their tongues battling for dominance (which Dean totally won). The kiss was long, passionate, yet sweet and chaste.

They pulled apart a minute later, or maybe an hour. Dean's mind was too fuzzy to tell.
Cas's eyes were glazed over and he bit his kiss-swollen lower lip, as if wanting to ask something, but knew he couldn't.

Dean squeezed Cas's hand one last time and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight Cas." He smiled sweetly and began to walk away, but Cas didn't let go.

"Wait! Can.. can we maybe do this again soon? Maybe.. maybe I could come over and see Sam. I-i have a book I think he would enjoy reading." He was nervous, his usual calm and kind composure a bit chipped, possibly afraid that Dean would not want to see him again. Dean thought that was an extremely ridiculous notion.

"I'd love that. Maybe he can bring Jessica over too. If you don't have any plans Friday, that is."

"Free as a bird." He grinned, finally letting go of Dean's hand. Dean couldn't help it, and he pulled Cas in for one last kiss before reluctantly leaving, his head swimming as he drove home.

Tonight his hand was definitely getting a workout.