Castiel had the day to himself. He had hoped to spend it relaxing, maybe reading a book, but all he could think about was Dean and his curious behavior. Castiel really didn't know that much about Dean. Castiel had never watched Dean around friends. He'd seen him around Co-workers, sure, but never friends.
555-7254: Want to go out for drinks later?
Me: Depends on who this is.
555-7254: Dean.
Me: This is Castiel, are you sure you have the right number?
Dean: Yes. So, drinks?
Me: Idk, pretty busy.
Dean: Really?
Me: Maybe.
Dean: Please?
Me: Maybe.
It was still early, so Cas had plenty of time to think it over. Why shouldn't he go? Dean would go to normal bars where the people their aren't looking to swap body fluids and not phone numbers, our even names at times. Plus Dean probably needed out of the house with everything he had going on.
Me: Okay.
Dean: Calm down now, try not to sound too excited.
Me: w00t?
Dean: No.
Fine. Castiel had some feelings for Dean. He just finalized his divorce and spent nearly every waking moment with the man, Dean was kind to him, funny, and interesting. It's a small crush and Cas can handle it.
Cas: Where?
Dean: I'll pick you up. 8?
Cas: Okay.
Castiel needed to stop making this about him and turning everything into a damn date.
Cas: Can't I just meet you somewhere?
Dean: No.
Cas: You're impossible.
Dean: :D
Castiel spent until 7 starting at the ceiling thinking of a million happily ever afters for he and Dean. This was unhealthy.
He pulled himself off the couch and took a lukewarm shower. He should have gone for cold, but lukewarm was torture enough.
Maybe he always felt something for Dean, not like now, but some seed that sat waiting to be watered. How could he have known it would grow so fast? Cas was well aware of the trouble he was getting himself into going out with Dean when he had feelings like this. Dean was a good man and Castiel was lucky to have him as a friend. The man resolved to keep his feelings in check. He had spent to much time being selfish, and Dean's friendship was enough. There was no use destroying that because Castiel was on the rebound.
The water started to run cold and Dean would be here soon. He tried to be optimistic, but his heart was in his stomach.
Castiel barely had his pants on before there was a furious combination of buzzing and knocking. Shit Dean was early. He fastened his pants and opened the door.
Dean walked in as if it was his very own home, two brown grocery bags in either arm.
"Hello to you, too"
"I thought you said we were going out?"
"I know what I said, then I thought about where to go, and then I didn't feel like going out anymore" Dean sighed.
"Well, obviously you've got something planned for here, let me throw on a shirt"
Dean snorted.
Cas was adding that to the list. He put on the shirt and also resolved not to pry into anything Dean wasn't offering to divulge.