After work, Dean drove back home. He sighed as he trudged into the empty apartment and slumped on the sofa. He felt something crinkle in his pocket- Cas' number. He wondered if it was too soon to call. He pulled out his phone and dialled. He crossed his fingers as the phone started to ring.
"Please don't pick up...please don't pick up..."
Dean whispered, he liked Cas, but maybe if he didn't pick up, Dean wouldn't have to go through the process of actually asking the guy out. He was working up the nerve but he couldn't help letting out a small gasp as Cas picked up the phone.
"Hello?" His low voice echoed in Dean's ears.
"Hi...this is Dean...with the orchids...I was just calling, in case you wanted to...you know...go out sometime?"
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Cas stutter over the phone.
"Yeah, Yeah...sure-are you free this weekend?"
"Yeah, I'm free- what should we do?"
"I don't know- why don't you plan something, and I'll text you my address."
Dean nodded in agreement, before realising that Cas couldn't see him.
"Are you still there?"
Cas' voice turned shaky and nervous, Dean sniggered slightly- it was nice to know Cas was as awkward as he seemed to be around him.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm still here- that sounds good, I'll pick you up around 6pm."
"It's a date."
Cas replied, Dean grinned.
"Don't be cheesy."
"I was trying to be romantic."
Cas rolled his eyes as Dean imitated gagging noises over the phone.
"Nice to know I'll be going out with a hopeless romantic such as yourself."
Cas said, with an evident tone of sarcasm.
"Was that sarcasm?"
Dean questioned, pretending to be offended. He smiled as he heard Cas chuckle.
"What's wrong with sarcasm."
"Well, Mr..."
"Novak."
Cas interjected.
"Mr. Novak- your satirical ways shall have no place on this date."
"Aw, you've outlawed my appeal."
"Trust me. Sarcasm was not your appeal."
The pair laughed over the phone, before Dean said that he had to go- although he was just anxious to plan the date. They argued over who was going to hang up, like two sickening teenagers, Dean thought to himself, until Dean realised they'd been talking for half an hour. He mumbled something about running up his phone bill, before rushing to his room. He was going to plan the best first date ever.
Dean took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. This was it.
His eyes widened as Cas answered the door in a white button down and dress pants. Dean smiled as he noticed Cas' wonky blue tie and dirty trench coat- clearly Cas wasn't used to dressing up like this.
"Wow. You look-"
"-over dressed."
Cas replied, blushing heavily. "Should I get changed?"
"No- you look great!"
Dean stammered, his gaze softened as he stared into Cas' eyes.
He stepped back as Cas shut the door and started walking down the corridor.
"Nice place you got here."
Cas smiled.
"Thanks."
Cas knew it wasn't much, he was a florist, he couldn't afford a mansion. He wanted to escape from his dad's money- from that world- so he moved to Lawrence, Kansas to start fresh. And here he was, going out with a hot stranger- take that dad.
Cas thought to himself.
"So, where are we going?"
Cas asked, as Dean led him to what was presumably his car.
"You'll see."
Dean replied as he got in. He smiled as Cas admired Baby, taking in her leather upholstery.
"Woah- nice car you got here."
Dean slapped the dashboard with pride.
"She's a beauty. Cas, this is Baby- my pride and joy-"
"-Cas?"
Cas interjected, Dean ran his hands through his hair nervously. He should really stop making nicknames for people.
"Sorry, I tend to make nicknames, plus Castiel is a bit of a mouthful- I can call you Castiel if you want?"
Cas grinned before giving Dean a comforting look.
"No, Cas is fine- much better than Cassie."
Dean furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Who calls you Cassie?"
"My older brothers, and my ex."
Cas shuddered at the thought of his ex.
They started driving.
"Dean, where are we going?"
"Somewhere."
"If you don't tell me, I think this counts as kidnapping."
"No it doesn't, you chose to get in the car."
Dean replied.
It seemed like they were driving to the edge of the world. Cas was growing worried, sunset was near- maybe Dean was going to kill him.
They came to a sudden halt. Dean smirked at Cas as he practically leapt out of the car, moving round the impala to help Cas out. Cas took Dean's hand, it was rough, but warm and comforting at the same time.
"Where are we?"
Cas asked, but smiled as he saw Dean's eyes light up, as well as a boyish grin appearing on his face.
"My favourite place in the world."
Was all Dean said, before opening Baby's boot and retrieving...cameras and sketch pads?
Cas was confused, but Dean quickly took his hand and led him up some stairs.
"Come on, let me show you something."
Dean climbed up the stairs and gestured at the blanket and picnic that he had set up earlier. Cas formed a half smile- he looked so proud of himself.
"It's lovely, Dean."
Was all he could say. He was still taking in all the food Dean had laid out.
"I..I wasn't sure what you liked..so I kind of came prepared."
Dean stuttered, before setting up the camera equipment.
"What's with the camera stuff?"
Cas asked, leaning over so he could see Dean's face more clearly. It was sexier when he concentrated, his furrowed brow, lips pouting further than Cas thought was possible, his green eyes could only be described as fiery at that point.
"I thought I'd show you one of my favourite things to do. I'm a tattoo artist-"
"-really, that's so cool!"
Dean raised his eyebrows with disbelief.
"Really? That's the turning point for most people."
"Why- being a tattoo artist is like the best art form- you get to create art that'll be there forever, and it means so much to people, you help people express themselves."
Dean sighed.
"Yeah, that's why I wanted to become a tattoo artist- restless kid."
"How come?"
Cas questioned, but realised that he probably shouldn't have from Dean's frowning face. But he wasn't angry, he looked sad, and reminiscent.
"I had a pretty messed up childhood- but let's just leave it at that."
Cas nodded, not wanting to pry further- this was only a first date after all.
"What about you- your family life?"
Dean asked, leaning closer to Cas, mainly to hear him better, but partially to get a closer look at that damn sex hair.
"I have 5 older siblings."
"Five? Damn- and you're the youngest?"
"Yeah."
"That sucks."
"Actually, I was on quite good terms with my family growing up, only in the last couple years we kind of..."
Cas stopped himself, he didn't want to freak Dean out on the first date, he didn't want to tell him about how messed up he really was, but he had a feeling that Dean was pretty messed up too. There was a blissful sadness about the whole thing- ironic, Cas thought to himself.
"Anyway, why did you become a florist?"
Dean quickly changed the subject, as he noticed Cas was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Well, it's pretty simple, flowers make people happy, I'm just the supplier, I guess."
"You're the supplier of happiness?"
Cas smiled.
"Well, I like to think of myself as providing a service to the community. Remember that mysterious garden that popped up on the roundabout a couple days ago..."
"That was you? That was amazing!"
Cas blushed.
"Just wanted to make a good first impression."
"That you did..."
Dean said suggestively, he leaned in closer, looking Cas up and down, letting his eyes drift to his lips.
"Oh, shit, sunset."
Dean jumped up and went over to the camera, gesturing for Cas to come with him.
"Okay, come here, this is the best view to watch the sunset."
"You brought me here to watch the sunset- I thought you said you weren't romantic."
"I never said that- I just hate when people use clichés."
"And this isn't a cliché?"
"I hate it when other people use them- they're awesome when I use them."
Dean replied, Cas couldn't help but smile at the childlike tone in Dean's voice.
But he was in awe of the sun painting the sky with every shade imaginable, for a moment he thought he spotted the colour of Dean's eyes, but that couldn't be possible; Dean's eyes could not be matched, Cas thought to himself- they were too perfect.
Dean snapped some shots of the sky, before Cas leaned over to see, he nodded in approval.
The pair talked for ages, Dean told Cas about his brother Sammy; and how he was so proud of him for getting into Stanford, and how he was gonna become a big hot shot lawyer.
Cas talked about his brother Gabriel and his sister Anna, he spoke fondly of them, of their support of him moving away; but Dean noticed that he didn't mention his other siblings, or his parents. Dean knew better than to bring it up, he didn't want to pry.
Before they knew it, the stars at come out, decorating the dark depths of the night sky. Dean gazed into Cas' eyes, letting his eyes drift to Cas' lips, Cas did the same before leaning forward.
"Would it be cheesy to have our first kiss under the stars."
Cas grinned, looking up at Dean expectantly.
"Guess were just full of clichés."
Dean replied, brushing his lips against Cas' until he felt Cas kiss back. Their lips collided and Dean snaked his hands up Cas' back, nipping at his bottom lip. Cas caressed Dean's cheek before letting his hands slip to the back of Dean's neck, angling his face downwards. He licked Dean's lips before letting his tongue explore his mouth. Cas felt his tongue touch the back of Dean's throat, and let his fingers run through Dean's hair.
Cas finally pulled away, leaving the two men panting, but still gazing into each other's eyes.
Dean checked his phone quickly to see if Charlie had sent him any texts- knowing her, she'd probably be mad she didn't get minute by minute updates. His eyes widened in surprise as he realised it was already midnight.
"Cas. It's midnight."
"Shit- we better get back."
Cas replied. He helped Dean pack up the equipment and picnic, before the pair drove back to Cas' apartment. Dean didn't miss Cas' hand gently brushing over his in the car, and smiled at the gesture. He walked Cas back to his door, as they muttered their goodbyes, and shared a final kiss before Cas shut the door.
Cas leant back on the door and flopped to the floor. He should have invited Dean in. Dean returned to the car, banging his head on the steering wheel- he should have asked to come in.
Charlie was going to have a field day with this.