"I am impressed." Cas said, when he opened his front door to find Dean leaning against it. He was dressed in simple suit; shirt, trousers and jacket with his hair pushed back and dress shoes on. He had a small bouquet of flowers in his hand and his usual playful grin on his lips. "You're here on time." Dean pouted, and Cas laughed. "And these are beautiful."
"It took me half an hour to decide to get them. And three hours to pick an outfit." Dean replied, handing Castiel his flowers. "And you look great, by the way." Cas looked down on his shirt and skinny jeans, with a small blush.
"I'm going to put these in some water." Cas walked away, leaving Dean alone in the doorway. Gabriel casually slides over, standing in front of the much taller man.
"Listen here you, if you hurt him I will end you. I will fill your house with spiders and snakes and I will also hunt you down and play mind games with you, end your career and kill you while you sleep. You got that?" Gabriel asked, very calmly which was what scared Dean and the man just nodded. Castiel stood next to him brother, glaring at him. "Have fun you two."
"We will try." Cas pulled them out. "Sorry."
"It's alright. My brother is the same, but we can discuss that later. I have a treat for you."
They sat next to the window of a very fancy restaurant, picking at the microscopic salad thing on their plates. Dean kept smiling up at Castiel, as if asking if he was enjoying himself. Cas would always smile back, before placing his fork down.
"Tell me about yourself. I mean, for my article and all." Cas asked, resting his head on his hands. "What's behind this diva exterior." Dean laughed, sipping some of his wine.
"Not much to say, I was born in Lawrence, Kansas. My father was called John and my mother Mary. My little brother Sam was born 5 years after that, then a house fire killed my mother. We moved around a bit, and my father developed a drinking habit. He'd disappear for days on end, and when I got to 15 I started stripping to put food on the table. I looked a lot older so the owner of the club just told cops I was 18 when they came around. I would, when times got really tough, let men suck my dick in the private rooms if it meant Sam could have a new football or a bike. Then Charlie came around and I got a modelling job. Here I am." Dean said, so casually it made Cas wonder if he was still hurt by it. "Tell me about you, angel."
"My father is a preacher, my mother a teacher at the Sunday School. My siblings are called Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel as you know, Zachariah, Anna, Uriel, Raphael and Balthazar, in which I am the second youngest to my only sister Anna. I was born and raised in a small town, and when I discovered I was gay, I had to leave. I had to run away. Gabriel caught me trying, and just held me, he just held me and told me it was okay, and that God will always love me as he will. He told our parents he was starting a business and he needed me to come with him, so we moved up here. I got to experiment. It was so much better than the messy blowjob I got from a boy in my town. I completely forgot why I came here anyway for three years." Dean smiled as Cas continued his story, nodding occasionally. "So, if you used to look after your brother, why do you rely on others so much?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck, with a small sigh.
"I guess… I liked not having to do anything for myself anymore. I just have to smile and take my shirt off and I get thousands. Or walk down a runaway and I could get millions for… being me. I loved that so much, that I've almost forgot how to do things for myself."
"You speak in the past tense. Don't you enjoy your job?"
"I guess. But, I've always loved music, classic rock, and I'd love to do something with that." Castiel was genially surprised by that, smiling slightly at the blond, followed by a chuckle at the image of Dean in glam rock. "What? I can sing, want me to demonstrate, in the middle of this very high class restaurant. I won't if you stop laughing. Rising up, back on the streets, did my time, took my chances!" Castiel was now in hysterics, and Dean just laughed. "Are you still starving?"
"Yeah, I could really kill for a hamburger. And I think they are going to kick us out anyway."
Stopping off a drive-thru McDonalds, they cruised around with Dean educating Castiel on his favourite classic rock songs.
"And here I go again on ma own! Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter I was born to walk alone! And I've made up ma miiiiinnnnndddd! I aint wasting no more tiiiimmmmeee!" Dean belted, as Cas sort of danced along.
"I like this you."
"What!?" Cas turned down the radio.
"I much prefer the real Dean Winchester."
"Many people do. Most people don't. I have an image, I like popular music and I hate junk food and I love dogs and no! I hate dogs, I hate them. I got bit by one and I am terrified of them."
"Show them they can love the real you."
"I will leave that to you." Cas just smiled, looking at his phone. "I'll take you home."
"So… is there the chance of a second date?" Dean asked, as Castiel leant back against his front door. "We'll have to keep it professional, but there is not rule that we can't enjoy each other's company outside of working hours."
"It depends on your plans. I must get in, got to start drafting."
"Can I have a kiss?"
"On the cheek."
"A peck on the lips?"
"I don't kiss on the first date."
"Will you two just kiss so I can go to bed!?" Gabriel called through the door, making them giggle.
"One kiss." Dean swooped in, pressing his lips to Castiel's. It was a sweet, chaste kiss which lasted half a second.
"I told you I am a gentleman. Goodnight night Cas, I will see you early tomorrow and breakfast can be our second date." Cas just smiled, walking into his apartment, bickered with Gabriel before going to his room. He sat in front of his computer, opened a word document and simply wrote at the top;
How to tame your model.