Hello again, again. I would like to thank KnightAngel13 for the lovely review. You are awesome.

So here we go next chapter. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, sadly.

Dean got back home Monday evening still with no idea of what his perfect date with Cas would be. So grabbing a beer from the fridge he sat down on his couch with a pen and paper to write list of things he enjoyed. Hoping that the answer would come out to him from it. (We can but hope.)

1. Beer.

2. Pie.

3. Burgers.

4. Movies.

Looking down at his list he realised that the only date that suggested was a trip to the cinema followed by The Roadhouse, and that was not a special enough 2nd date with Cas. No this date had to be awesome, had to remove the disaster of the first from living memory. (So true.) With that thought he looked round his apartment hoping to find some inspiration in the books, dvd's and magazines that were littered around it. But he got nothing. Then his eyes travelled to the window. He loved his apartment, it gave him the perfect view of the night sky without any interference from street lights or other buildings. He had always found the view of the stars calming, and while he thought this looking out his window the idea of the perfect date came to him. It would take a few phone calls and the calling in of a favour. But if he could do it? This would be the best damn date Cas had ever been on. With that thought and smile on his lips he pulled out his phone.

Castiel was in his store on Tuesday lunch time when the door bell went announcing a customer. Looking up it was the one person he didn't expect to see. It was Dean. (Yeah.)

Dean had sat at his desk all morning watching the clock on his computer tick away pretending to do work. As soon as it had hit the lunch hour he had been out of his seat and running to the parking lot as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. Yet he had pulled up near Angel Books five minutes ago and he was still sitting in his car. He had to think of a way to make sure that Cas would come on this date with him. It was perfect. It would show Cas who he truly was. He just hoped the guy hadn't given him up as a lost cause after the last attempt. (He hasn't.) He hoped he would give him another chance. (He will.) Well he wouldn't find out sitting in his car now would he? (Very true.) With that he took a deep breath, checked he didn't have anything between his teeth or on his face in the mirror then pulled himself out of the impala. Taking another deep breath he forced himself to walk away from his car and towards Angel Books. Towards Cas. When he reached the door he didn't let himself think he just opened it and walked in, to be greeted by his angel.

Castiel couldn't quite process it. What was Dean doing here? He couldn't think of anything to say to the man and so he just watched him walk in and close the door, turning the sign from open to closed as he did so, before turning back round to him.

"Hey Cas." Dean said hoping his voice didn't waver with the nerves he was feeling. He also hoped that Cas didn't mind he'd closed his store, but he really didn't think he could cope with interruptions to this conversation.

"Hello Dean." Castiel replied breathlessly. Staring at the man.

"So how you doing?" Dean asked rubbing his neck trying to think of something to say. Before he had walked through the door he'd had this whole speech planned out but now looking at Cas he could remember none of it.

"Very well thank you." Castiel replied, recovering from the shock of finding Dean in his store and now finding it rather amusing that the man had just closed his store to conduct small talk conversation with him.

"Good, that's…good." Dean said trying to remember his speech but finding it impossible to think of anything other than the blue eyed man in front of him.

Castiel decided to take pity on him and asked. "So what can I do for you?"

"Well…see…thing is…I… Saturday night was shit okay? Just…I think we could have something you know? And…well…I was thinking…cos you know, our thing…but maybe you'd like to…I don't know…try again?" Dean finally managed to get out, spluttering all the while and turning bright red at how much he sounded like a teenage girl taking to her first crush.

Castiel watched and listened to Dean in confusion. It sounded like Dean wanted to go on another date with him maybe? (Yes.) He wasn't completely sure. The sentence was rather gabbled.

"Are you asking me to go on another date with you Dean?" Castiel asked with his eyebrows raised at the other man.

Dean sighed in relief, it seemed that Cas could speak Dean Winchester - teenage girl. Thank god for that. With a smile he said "yes." In a definite tone.

"And what would this date entail?" Castiel asked. he wasn't going to agree to go on a date with Dean if all he was going to do was try and impress him with yet another fancy bar or restaurant. No he wanted to date the real Dean Winchester.

"It's a surprise." Dean replied with a big smile on his face, though his response did not put Castiel at ease.

"I don't know Dean, I don't think-" He started to say. He couldn't go through another Saturday night. Not with Dean.

"Cas please. This date…it's not like the last…it's kinda me, I guess?" Dean cut in begging, he was desperate to get Cas to agree he would do anything for yes from those lips. (Is that so?)

Castiel looked over at Dean and saw the pleading look in his eyes and knew that there was no way he was ever going to be able to say no to that face.

"Fine. When?" Castiel finally agreed with a sigh wondering what he had just got himself into.

"Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at 8. Oh and we might be out late so you might one to get Charlie or someone to open up." Dean said with the biggest smile ever on his lips. Looking at him Castiel found he couldn't do anything but reciprocate it.

"Very well. Oh Dean, what should I wear?" Castiel asked. If nothing else it would give him a sense of where they were going.

"Something comfortable and warm." Dean replied smiling at Cas one more time before turning round and opening the door, changing the sign back to open as he left.

Castiel kept smiling long after Dean had gone. His recommendation for his wardrobe was music to Castiel ears. Dean couldn't be taking him any place he won't like to go if the only dress code was comfortable and warm.

(Yeah date number 2 is a go. Wonder what it is? Well not really cos I know but you know what i mean. Right?)