You're the Devil in Disguise
Chapter Ten: A Date
Dean paces Charlie's dorm room nervously, rambling about how he shouldn't have agreed to a date. "Now there's going to be tension and now he's going to leave me because it will be weird. He's going to try to kiss me and I'm going to move away and it's going to be weird and then-!"
"Whoa, whoa, Dean you need to calm down!" Charlie says, raising her hands in exasperation, "You haven't gone on the date yet, you have kissed him way more than he has even tried to kiss you; seriously 3 to 0 get your head out of your ass. Castiel isn't gonna kiss you unless you kiss him first."
"Well, it's going to be a date. He might-"
"He won't." Charlie affirms.
"You're such a-" Dean starts before a knock comes to the door, making them both go silent.
Charlie opens it to see Castiel standing on the other side looking confused. "Well, hello there Castiel! What brings you here?"
"You told me to come." Castiel says, looking at her confused.
"So I did! You listen well! Anyways, you take this…" Charlie orders, grabbing Dean and shoving him at Castiel. "And go somewhere because it is driving me insane."
Castiel looks from Dean to Charlie confused. "Umm…I suppose…I can take him…but do not assume I will always take him off of your hands when he is annoying you."
"Hey, do I even get a say in this?" Dean asks annoyed, receiving a look from the other two.
"Shut up Dean." Charlie says and Castiel nods.
"Stay out of this Dean."
"Well you two should be heading off." Charlie orders, pushing them out the door. "Go get something to eat or…well…I don't really care, just go somewhere."
"Charlie is a pushy woman." Castiel says as they head off.
"She has her moments." Dean sighs, "She really is like the little sister I never wanted."
"I have a similar situation with my own red hear." Castiel admits, earning a look from Dean, "Anna from my major…as the sister I never wanted."
"Oh yeah, Anna. she's pretty hot." Dean says absentmindedly, immediately regretting it as he looks to Castiel.
The man has no real reaction, just shrugs and agrees with him. "So, what should we do?" Castiel asks and Dean shrugs.
"Well…there's a car show I wanted to go to." He muses, "But I'm sure you don't have interest in that."
"I enjoy cars, Dean." Castiel says, "I simply do not treat mine like a woman and call it baby as you do with the impala."
Dean huffs, "I don't treat it like a woman…"
"You really do, though. It is alright though, if my biggest competition is a car I am fairly certain I can win." Castiel says with confidence and Dean laughs a little.
"That's probably the stupidest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth, Cas."
"I believe that, unlike you I do not say foolish things on a daily basis."
Dean rolls his eyes and steers them towards his car. "Well, let's get this date on a roll."
The two of them arrive at the car show quickly enough and Dean instantly runs off to the muscle cars while Castiel looks at the older models from as far back as the 1800s. It's incredible that someone can keep it in such fair condition after so long.
"Hey there, like what you see?" A woman calls and Castiel looks over to see the owner of a white 1910 'Stanley Steamer'.
"I do. It is beautiful." Castiel says and the woman nods.
"It was my great grandfather's, I call it my angel." She smiles at Castiel, "My name is Daphne Allen."
"I am Castiel Novak." He says, shaking the woman's hand.
"So…are you here with anyone?" Daphne asks and Castiel nods.
"Yes, I am on a date...I think?" He mumbles and Daphne laughs a little.
"You don't know? Sounds difficult."
"It is."
Daphne smiles at him apologetically. "Well, if I was on a date with you, I would never leave your side."
Castiel smiles back and goes to say something when a hand comes from behind and grabs his. "Hu-?" Before he can finish so much as a sound Dean crashes their lips together. Electricity surges through both of them and Dean pulls him closer to deepen the kiss, his hands roaming over Castiel's chest.
"Um…I really do not want to ruin this seemingly very important moment in your…relationship…? But…you are kind of being gawked at by literally everyone here." Daphne says, making Dean jump back.
"Shit." He mumbles, seeing all the eyes on them.
"You should have expected that, Dean, we are right in the middle of the display area." Castiel points out, watching Dean's cheeks turn a slight red.
"Well…yeah…but…you shouldn't have wondered off!"
"You wondered off as well."
Dean grumbles something under his breath before tugging on Castiel's hand he is still holding, dragging him off to the impala. "Let's go get something to eat."
"We are not eating here now?"
"No fucking way."
Castiel allows himself to be lead into the impala before Dean drives them far away. "You know…it was not that embarrassing."
"Yes it was."
"You do not kiss your other dates in public?"
Dean's cheeks go a darker red. "Not…like that."
An almost smug smile comes to Castiel's face as he leans back in his seat and looks out the window. "I see."
"Don't make that expression, you didn't win anything." Dean grumbles and Castiel looks over to him.
"Yes I did. My first sober-Dean kiss, in public, deeper than any public kiss you have had before. That is a fairly decent win in my opinion." Castiel points out as Dean pulls into a restaurant parking lot. "We're going to a nice restaurant?"
"It's the farthest food place from the car show." Dean explains, getting out of the car.
"Wow, you are truly embarrassed aren't you?" Castiel asks, amused. "It was just a kiss."
"No one should kiss like that in public. We're not hormonal teenagers." Dean grumbles.
"Hm…that is true, but can't hormonal college students be just as bad?"
"We are in our twenties, Castiel, we are past the age that can be written off as 'just hormonal'."
Castiel shrugs. "Alright, we will not return."
"Good."
"We could go to a movie."
Dean nods before looking at Castiel. "Or…after dinner we can rent some movies to watch at the dorm."
"Fair enough." The brunette says.
They go inside the small restaurant and have a fairly nice dinner, so long as you don't count the fact Dean's steak is undercooked, which they didn't. At least not until they got back to the dorms and Dean was in mind numbing pain. Castiel watches sympathetically as Dean lies on his bed, nauseous and dizzy.
"Son of a bitch…" Dean groans, burying his face in his pillow to hide his embarrassment.
"This has been quite the date." Castiel mumbles, earning a louder, more annoyed, groan from Dean on the other side of the room. "I'm sorry."
Dean turns to look at him curiously, "Why are you sorry?"
Castiel looks down to the floor, fidgeting a little. "This isn't your first date, right?" He asks and Dean slowly nods, feeling somehow guilty for his experiences, "And none of them have gone this bad, correct?"
Dean's guilt now shows on his face because yeah, in all the dates he has had, none of them have had him getting jealous or making out with his date in front of a bunch of people and he has never gotten food poison.
"Just by that look on your face I can tell this has been your worst first date." Castiel mumbles, "It must be my fault."
Ignoring the ridiculous pain and nausea, Dean crawls out of bed and unceremoniously plops down next to Castiel. "You know why all of this happened?"
"Because I made you jealous. I am sorry, it was not my intention to."
Dean sighs, fighting the urge to hunch over and give up for the night. "It's because I've never been jealous of someone I went on a date with before. T-take that fact how you like, but if I had been in the past I would know how to deal with it better rather than acting like a possessive teenage boy." He explains before curling up and lying back on Castiel's bed. "So stop blaming yourself, idiot."
Castiel smiles, almost to the point of a grin, as he looks down at Dean. "Is that really why?"
"It is." He assures him, "Now let me go to bed."
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the bathroom?" Castiel asks, receiving a glare from Dean.
"I'm sure. Now shut up and lie down with me, since it's your fault I'm sick." He teases, yanking Castiel down onto the mattress.
"Well, I suppose I can lie down beside you for the night…but if you puke on me I will never share my bed with you again." Castiel assures him, tucking the exhausted man in.
Dean laughs a little, a tired sort of laugh, "I'm sorry I make everything so complicated…it's just weird because you are such a guy."
Castiel looks at him amused. "I think I like you when you are sick."
"I like you almost all the time." Dean says, pulling him into a kiss that Castiel quickly pushes away from.
"You're nauseous, Dean. We aren't going to kiss when there is a possibility that you will vomit." Bringing a hand out Castiel covers Dean's eyes with his hand, "You need to sleep, Dean, you are unwell."
Dean's lips turn up into an amused smirk. "I would never dream of disobeying a dick like you."
"Fair enough."
A/N:I couldn't think of who to have flirt with Cas, so I went to the SPN wiki and saw Daphne, Emmanuel's wife and I was like 'GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME'. I don't know about you but when I'm sick I want to curl up next to someone. Not just anyone, but someone I am especially close to. (Of course for me it's family or a particular set of friends, but for normal people I would assume it's someone they like.) Anyways, Dean is starting to finally let his guard down!