Hello my ickle wickle dumplings. I would like to thank nerdchick394, dauntlessinthetardis and Guest for the absolutely fabulous reviews as well as all you awesome people who have favoured and followed this story since my last update.

So here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

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Cas was up in his apartment fiddling with his collar as he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking back at him was a man dressed in jeans and blues shirt with extremely messy black hair. But he had no time to sort it out, he would have to do. With that thought he grabbed his coat and put it on making his way to the door. Dean would be here any minute and he wanted to be downstairs to greet him. Castiel had a plan for this evening. He just really hoped it worked. With one last look around his apartment to check that everything was in its place he was out the door and down the stairs. (Oh Cassie, what is your plan? Please tell us you know you want to.)

Dean drove up to Cas' place with a smile plastered on his face. It was finally time for him to see him again. God damn it he couldn't wait. The last few hours had seemed like an eternity to him. With that thought he quickly turned off the engine and jumped out the car ready to run to Cas' door and ring the bell when Cas himself emerged. Dean looked at him as he closed and locked the door. He was wearing his beige trench coat which somehow only he could pull off and his hair looked like he had just got out of bed, making Dean's mind jump to inappropriate places that it really shouldn't go. (Later Dean, later.) Shaking his head he smiled at the man of his dream as he walked towards his car.

"Hello Dean." Cas said as he approached him smiling. Once he got close to Dean he leaned forwards and planted a kiss onto Dean's lips. (They are so sweet.)

"Hey Cas." Dean replied once he had returned the kiss Cas had given him and opening the door for him, also smiling. Damn they probably looked like a pair of love sick fools, not that Dean cared right then. All he could truly think about was the guy he had in his car. With that thought and a spring in his step he made his way to the drivers side, getting in he smiled at his passenger before starting the car and pulling away.

Dean lead the way into the roadhouse, looking round he saw that Ellen was behind the bar and Bobby was beside it, though thankfully none of his work mates were there. Nodding to Bobby he made his way to a back booth with Cas following. Once they were seated Ellen came over with a smile on her face for both of them.

"So what can I get you boys?" She asked happy at seeing Dean and Cas out on what at first glance looked very much like a date. She was happy that they seemed to have finally got together. (So are we all, believe you me.)

"I'll have a beer and your best burger, Cas?" Dean said not taking his eyes off of the man sitting across from him.

"I'll have the same please." Castiel replied smiling at Dean.

Ellen nodded and walked away leaving them to it.

"So how was your day?" Dean asked.

"Better now." Castiel replied smiling up at Dean and reaching for his hand across the table.

At the contact Dean flinched. It wasn't that he didn't want to hold Cas' hand he truly did, it was just he didn't really want to do it in full view of the bar. (Oh Dean. And it was going so well.)

Castiel noticed the finch and frowned. What was wrong with him holding Dean's hand? (Nothing, just Dean being stupid…again.)

Dean noticed the frown and tried to rectify it by smiling at Cas. He gently pulling his hand off the table and moving so they were now sitting next to each other, Dean placed there clasped hands on his knee which was now pressed against Cas'.

Castiel liked the new positon and smiled at Dean, he liked having this man close to him. With that thought and a smirk on his lips, not breaking eye contact with Dean, he released his hold on Deans hand and turned his palm so it was now resting on the inside of Deans thigh making his breath hitch at the contact.

The date proceeded in this vein, with them making small talk while Dean made sure that there were no overt forms of affection on display. Castiel was confused at first. He got the feeling that Dean did really like him (he does, he so does.) but in that was the case then why was he not showing it? (Cos he's an idiot.) Castiel soon concluded that Dean just wasn't a person who liked public displays of affection. He could deal with that he thought, correcting his behaviour to take this into account, making sure any affectionate touches he gave to Dean where done out of sight of the rest of the bar. (Dear sweet castiel.)

At the start Dean was panicking. He wanted to be touching and kissing Cas but he couldn't do it. Not with Bobby and Ellen watching. Not with the thought at the back of his mind that any of the people he knew could walk through that door. He sat there cursing himself for ever suggesting this date when he felt Cas' hand stroking his leg. Turning to the man next to him he saw him smile a knowing smile and from then on Castiel gave him a master class in just how to keep people from seeing what they truly meant to each other and Dean loved every minute of it. (Yeah I bet you did. See Cas can solve all your problems Dean-o.)

At the end of the date Dean drove Cas home with a smile bigger than the one he had arrived with (if that was possible) on his face. Stopping outside Cas' apartment he turned to him. Not sure what to say. He really didn't want this date to end.

Castiel looked over at Dean. His behaviour during the date had caused him to question his plan, but now the time was here he couldn't think of anything expect going through with it. With that thought and deep breath Castiel spoke into the dark of the car.

"You know this is our third date."

"Is it really?" Dean asked with a raise of his eyebrows at the other man.

"Yes." Castiel replied, not saying anything more.

Dean nodded before he spoke, he had an idea of what Cas was getting at but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. "And there was me hoping you had forgotten about the first one." He said ruthfully.

"But if I had done that I wouldn't be able in invite you in for coffee." Castiel replied silkily, his voice going lower as he gave Dean his best come to bed with me eyes.

Dean looked over at Cas and gulped at what he saw. It was without a doubt his idea of a dream come true. "Okay third date it is and I love coffee." He finally managed to get out.

"Good, so do I." Castiel replied getting out of the car with a come hither look to Dean as he made his way to his apartment door.

Dean jumped out of the car and locked it in record time, following Cas to the apartment door before he had even managed to get it unlocked.

Castiel turned to him smiling and took his hand, leading Dean up the stairs to his apartment above.

(Oooooh, Coffee.)