Here it is! The first date! So just so you guys know chapters might be posted less often in this next week or two because I'm currently in a play and tech week is beginning. I'm going to try posting during the day, but that is harder cause I'm either working or doing something not productive. Love posting though, so I will try my best to keep regular with it.

Dean brushed his hand through his hair in front of the mirror. He fixed the collar of his jacket, then nervously clenched his hands quickly before leaving the upstairs bathroom.

"All done primping?" asked Sam. He was waiting outside of the door with his arms crossed.

"Shut up."

"Thank god. I have to pee so bad," said Sam, shoving his way past Dean and closing the bathroom door.

"I'll see you later, Sammy."

Dean wasn't sure exactly what Sam said in response, the door made it sound like mumbled gibberish.

"Okay, whatever," Dean said. He turned and ran down the stairs. "I'm heading out," he yelled towards the kitchen where his mother and father were.

"Have fun at Ruby's with everyone!" called his mother from the kitchen.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Don't stay out too late," came a strong male voice.

"Okay, Dad."

Dean opened the door and left his house behind him. He felt a little guilty for not really telling his mother the whole truth about who he was with. She just thought it was going to be more of them, not just Cass, but it wasn't like it was that much difference. Sam, as annoying as he could be sometimes would tell her. He wasn't hurting anyone. Dean still placed his hands over his stomach, the uneasy feeling making him feel like he was going to be sick.

The walk to Cass' was much quicker than he remembered from only four days prior. He stood at the end of the driveway just putting weight from one foot to the other. He was standing there when he heard the door open and a tall boy step out from the doorway.

"Hey, Cass. He's here," said the taller boy.

Dean didn't know what else to do but to come closer.

Cass ran out of the door and looked at the tall boy. "Thanks, Michael," he said.

Dean's eyes widened. He looked at the tall boy trying to find Cass anywhere within his features but he couldn't really see the family resemblance except for the blue in the eyes.

"Sure. I'll see you later," said Michael. He gave a polite nod to Dean and then left the two boys alone on the walkway in front of the house.

"Hi, Cass."

"Hi, Dean. I'm glad you could come today."

"I'm glad you asked me," said Dean, standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you ready?" Cass asked.

"Ya, you'll have to show me how to get to the main street from here, but I know it from there," said Dean walking a little way's and pointing to the end of the street.

"That's easy. Actually, I know a shortcut," said Cass. He took hold of Dean's hand, and all Dean could do was look down for a moment at the contact before he felt the pull of the moving Dean towards the back of his house.

The back of the Novak house was just as pretty as the front.

"Did your mom do this?" asked Dean.

"Some," Cass answered. "A long time ago. But now I do it. She'll sit outside and I'll weed and water the flowers." Cass turned leading them on a path that looked like the many feet that had used it as a shortcut had created. "I like planting things. My mom says I remind her of her brother sometimes because of that. He was a big gardener."

"My mom loves flowers, but my dad had to build up the garage so we don't have much room for a garden," said Dean. They had slowed down, so now they were standing hand in hand.

"Well, if you ever want to cut some flowers and bring them to her you can," said Cass.

"I think she'd like that."
Cass smiled, and turned a little towards Dean. "I can bring some, sometime too."
"That'd be really nice," said Dean, a bit in a daze. Cass' eyes looked bluer somehow today.

They walked in silence for a bit, which gave Dean the chance to look around.
"So this is a shortcut I discovered a while back when I was old enough to go to the shops alone," said Cass.

"Oh by the way, Ruby's Diner was a nice pick," said Dean, remembering that he'd wanted to say that.

Cass smiled shyly. "Well they make the best burgers."

"I love burgers," said Dean.

"Me too. I can't get enough of them," said Cass, grinning.

"Ruby might be there too. I haven't seen her in awhile," said Dean.

"You know Ruby?" asked Cass, surprised.

"Sam and her are friends too. But they tend not to get along anymore."

"She and Anna are friends," said Cass. "But, I vaguely remember Anna telling me about that. Something about Ruby liking your brother?"

"What?" said Dean in surprise. "Sammy never told me that. He said it was because she just stopped wanting to hang out with him. I'm gonna have to grill him when I get home."

"Don't embarrass him too much. He seems nice. And smart," said Cass.

"Smart doesn't even begin to explain his brain," said Dean, laughing.

"Anna's the same way. Sometimes I'll be talking with my father about the world and life and he goes off in these soapboxes about creation and the human person and I have no idea what he is saying and then Anna will interject with something because she's actually able to follow it...it's beyond me."

"Is Michael like that too?" asked Dean.

"No, Michael is a fighter. He's really smart, but he's a fighter at heart," said Cass.

"That must make family dinners interesting," mused Dean.

"He's a really great brother," said Cass, looking at Dean to make sure he got that. "A little harsh at times, shut off from the rest of us, doesn't really talk about himself much, but if you get in trouble," Cass paused. "Well, he always defends his family."

At this point they came out into a clearing where Dean could see the smoke coming out of the chimney in the back of Ruby's Diner. They walked around to the front and entered to nice sized building.

A happy blond haired woman smiled at them as they came in and then asked, "How many?"

"Two, please," said Cass, politely.

"Right this way," she said, carrying two menus towards an empty part of the diner. She placed them down on at a small booth, and allowed the boys to slide in before asking, "Any drinks?"

"I'll have a coke," said Dean.

"Me as well," added Cass.

"Two cokes coming right up," she said, then left, walking away towards to front counter.

"So a protector?" Dean brought back up again.

"Yes, like this one time; Michael and I were outside. This was well," Cass thought for a moment, "five years ago. There was this boy who was staying with his grandmother for the summer, his name was Luc. He used to pick on me," he said, pausing when the waitress placed two dark sodas on the table. He continued, adding, "Gabe, and Balthazar as well. When we were together, that is. He wasn't very nice. He'd come over and bike on my flowers, he'd call me names, and one time he shoved me so hard I fell on my back and I had bruises." Dean grimaced. "When Michael saw the bruises he went out and beat Luc up so badly, and he told him to never come back. Luc's never come back after that." Cass smiled to himself. "Michael got in such trouble for that, but he didn't regret it. To him it makes sense. You hurt his family, he beats you up." Cass shrugged at the logic, but Dean could tell that Cass held a deep respect for his brother because of this.

"Wow, remind me to never to hurt anyone in your family," said Dean, laughing jokingly.

"Well, I'd hope you didn't hurt me," said in all seriousness.

"Um." Dean didn't really know where to go from that. "Ya, that would be really bad."

Dean was rescued by the blond waitress whose name he couldn't really read off the tag, and he wasn't sure she had said. "Would you like to order?" she asked.

"Yes please, I'll get the Mega Cheese Burger," said Cass, folding his menu.

Dean smiled at the dark haired boy in amazement. "I'll have the same."

"Two Mega Cheese Burgers. Awesome. Those will be out to you soon, okay boys?" she asked, smiling. She took the two menus.

"Thanks," they both said.

"So Michael's the fighter, Anna's the brain, and you're..." Dean said.

"I'm what's needed," said Cass.

"The glue."

Cass smiled. "I like that," he said.

Dean sat thinking about it for a moment. He took a sip from his coke.

"Your family seem very sweet. I'm glad I've been able to meet them," said Cass. He followed in Dean's footsteps and also took a sip from his coke.

"Me too. My mom likes you a lot."

"She's too kind," said Cass, blushing.

Dean smiled at that. "She's the best. I'm not sure what we'd do without her."

They sat there for a moment, suddenly distracted by a couple of waitresses singing happy birthday to a girl a few booths down.

When they finally turned around Cass asked, "So, Dean, how is school going?"

"Ugh." Dean ran his hand through his hair. "I mean. It's high school." He shrugged. "I like some of my classes, but it doesn't mean I'm good at them. Sam got the academic brain in the family."

"What classes do you like?" asked Cass.

"Gym, social studies, some of english. I like the reading, not so much the writing part of it."

"You like to read?" Cass asked, surprised.

"Sometimes. It depends on the book. I like action, high stakes stuff. The kind of books you can see in your head as well as a movie," said Dean, taking a sip from his coke.

"I like those as well."

"I get more into them," added Dean.

"Here you go," cut in the waitress. She placed the two plates on the table.

"Thanks," said Cass politely.

"Just let me know if you need anything else, okay boys?" she asked.

"Sure thing."

Cass picked up his burger and took a large bite, humming on content when the food touched his tongue. Dean laughed.

"You like it?" Dean asked.

"This makes me very happy."

"I'm glad," said Dean, still grinning.

Dean took a bite from his burger. He loved his father, and he loved his father's burgers, but there was nothing like a fresh burger from Ruby's Diner. They just made the best burgers in the world. Cass seemed to think the same as they both ate in silence. Eventually Cass took a break from the burger and placed it down on his plate. He picked up a fry and took a bite from it.

"I'm glad we did this," Dean said.

"Me too," said Cass.

"Will you want dessert?"

"I thought we could grab ice-cream on the way back if you wanted," said Dean.

"Sure."

"How are things over here?" asked the waitress. Popping her head back over at the table.

"Very good," said Cass, taking another small bite out of his burger.

"Will you be wanting to look at the dessert menu?" she asked.

"No, thank you," said Dean.

"Okay, well I will leave this with you then," she said, placing the bill on the table. "You can just come up to the front when you're done."

"Okay, thank you."

"I'll pay," said Cass.

"No, let me," said Dean.

"Dean, I asked you to come."

"And I want to pay," said Dean stubbornly.

Cass sighed, knowing that they would never agree. "We'll split. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

They each finished off their fries and burgers then both slide out of the booth and went over to the front counter where the hostess looked up and smiled at them.

"Did you have a good meal?" she asked.

"It was great," said Dean.

"I'm glad."

They pulled out money for the meal and gave small waves as they exited the diner. When they came out the sky was slightly darker, but it wasn't too cold out.

"So, ice cream?" asked Dean.

"Actually. Well I was wondering," Cass started quietly.

"What?" Dean asked, curious.

"Come with me," said Cass, glancing around and then taking Dean's hand for the second time and leading him back around the corner to the lot behind the diner. He didn't stop until they were in a secluded spot away from the street and pedestrians.

"Cass, why are we here?" asked Dean.

"Dean, can I kiss you?" asked Cass.

Both boys spoke at the same time. Dean caught the word 'kiss' and his face flushed.

"Can we kiss again?" asked Cass again.

"Oh," said Dean. He looked down at his feet a little. "Sure."

"I'm sorry," said Cass quickly. "I made it awkward. I just. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Me too," said Dean quietly. Cass looked up at him, his eyes wide in response.

Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips onto Cass' quickly, trying to rip past the nervousness. Cass reacted timidly at first, but then wrapped his arms around Dean's waist so as to pull them together as close as possible. Dean's whole body was on fire. He loved the way his heart raced when he was kissing Cass.

"Gross!"

Both boys broke quickly and turned to see a boy on his bike a few feet away from them. He had a look of shock on his face when he recognized Dean.

"Crap," said Dean. It was Crowley, basically the worst kid you could ever get mixed up with.

Crowley face had relaxed from his look of disgust and he pedaled closer.

"Winchester," he spat out. "Didn't think you'd ever be sucking face with a boy."

"Leave us alone, Crowley," said Dean.

"You gonna show up to school with a big rainbow on your shirt any day now?" asked Crowley, laughing.

"Get out of here," yelled Dean, starting to come towards the boy on the bike. He took this and pedaled past quickly, leaving them in the silence again.

"I should go home," said Cass.

"I'll walk with you," said Dean.

They walked in silence. Dean didn't even reach for Cass' hand, even though all he wanted to do was have it in contact again. Instead, Dean clenched his hands, unable to get the word 'gross' out of his mind. When they reached Cass' house Dean turned to the dark haired boy and gave him a small smile.

"Um. I guess. I'll see you later?" asked Dean. He didn't look Cass in the eyes.

"Dean, that boy?" asked Cass.

"He's just a bully at the high school," answered Dean. "He's never picked on me or anything. He knows I'd go after him."

"Will anything happen?" asked Cass.

Dean didn't answer for a while. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I asked to kiss you."

"I wanted to kiss you." Cass blushed at that." "I like kissing you," added Dean, with more confidence.

Cass reached out and wrapped his hands behind Dean's waist again. They stood there for a moment, hidden in the last brush of the woods before the garden behind Cass' house. This kiss was soft. Cass took control of it, and just lightly brushed his lips against Dean's, and then brought his face into Dean's neck, sighing as they just enjoyed the contact. When Cass released, he wasn't blushing or anything. He looked so happy, which made Dean smile.

"I'll talk to you soon."

"Can I have your number?" asked Cass, laughing at the fact that Dean kept forgetting.

"Right! I never gave it to you!"

"Here's my phone," said Cass, handing it to him.

Dean quickly added his phone number as a contact into the boys phone and then handed it back.

"Bye, Cass," said Dean as they entered the garden.

"Bye, Dean."

Dean walked around the end of the house towards the front while Cass entered through the back. And even though he felt like he could kill Crowley for breaking into their moment, Dean couldn't help but think of the last moment at the edge of the woods. He decided that, that was his favorite part of the whole date.

So I know, Crowley! What a downer that was! But I had to add something that made conflict, because as much fun as it is to write a story that's all cutesy, it gets to a point where you need something to help build it on the side. So anyway, I thought who would be best at making life a little more difficult...hmmmm...CROWLEY!

Anyway, that's how my brain thinks. What do you think?

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