A/N This was supposed to be a non-AU. Oh well.

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It had taken courage, bravery and some reassuring words from Sam and Charlie, but Dean finally asked Castiel out on a date.

"Hey Cas…" Dean started nervously, but didn't continue. His eyes not meeting the ocean blue one's in front of him. "Yes Dean?" Castiel's deep voice asked, encouraging him to talk. "I-I uh, you know what? Never mind." Dean laughed shakily, turning away and started walking.

"No Dean wait. What did you want to talk to me about?" Dean stood still, yet didn't turn around. His shoulders slumped and he looked down at his shoes. Should I ask him? What if he said no? Their friendship would be ruined. He wouldn't like him like that anyways and I don't know if I can handle the disappointment and the hurt if he said no. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe this was too big of a risk.

But what if he said yes? What would the future hold for them? Well, there's only one way to find out.

So he turned around, looked deep into Castiel's eyes and said those eight words that had made him nervous all day. "Will you go on a date with me?"

Castiel was dumbstruck, never has he thought Dean would ask him that. He thought they would stay friends nothing more, his feelings left unanswered. He felt his jaw hanging slunk and his eyes going wide. Why did Dean look so sad?

That's when Castiel realized he had been staring at Dean for a minute without even replying.

"Y-yes." Castiel stammered, his cheeks flushing red. Dean's expression changed three times, from baffled to denial and at last the face of a man who just won the lottery, in a second. It was pretty impressive and it would have been funny if Castiel wasn't still perplexed by the fact that the Dean Winchester asked him out. The same Dean Winchester, who was the most popular guy at their school and besides that also captain of the football team. Castiel wasn't popular, he had a small group of friends, but that was it. He wasn't a nerd or an emo or a sport fanatic. He was just average Castiel.

Their mothers were close friends so of course they became friends. They went to the same primary school and now in the same high school. When Dean became popular, Castiel was afraid that Dean might abandon him, leave him because he now had better friends. To Castiel's relief, he never did.

Dean is very good looking, girls and guys (yes, even the heterosexual guys) swooned over his candy apple green eyes and his muscular body, that was one of the reasons he became popular. The main reason, though, the fact that he is nice to everybody. Popular kids often become cocky, arrogant and overall bullies. Dean made sure the school was safe for everybody.

Castiel admired that in him.

So yes, Dean Winchester was kind of amazing and that's why Castiel fell head over heels for him.

"Okay, so pick you up at seven?" Dean grinned, looking down at Castiel. "Sure. Seven sounds good." Castiel smiled back, he still couldn't help but starting to feel a bit anxious. What if he did or said something wrong. It would ruin everything. What should he wear? He didn't even know where Dean was taking him. What did he do when there was an awkward silence?

"Alright, see you then." A voice sounded breaking him out of his worries. Dean turned around and nearly ran towards his car and stepped in. The car was a black Chevy Impala from 1967. Castiel remembered Dean got the car from his dad as a birthday present. He loved his "baby" so he was very careful with "her". Castiel had to admit, it was a nice car.

Castiel got into his own car and rushed back home. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, biting into it as he walked up the stairs. He had a few hours to kill before he had to start getting ready for his date with Dean.

Date with Dean.

It still sounded unreal to him, like he imagined everything. Like it was a dream, which he would wake up from in the morning and realize something like this would never happen.

But the big smile on Dean's face was still fresh in his memories and he couldn't help but smile as well. Maybe it would turn out great.

He spends the next two hours watching pointless TV shows to calm his nerves and kill some time. When it was half past six he turned off the tv and stood up from his bed.

What should he wear? After debating for almost ten minutes, which clothes he would wear, he went with a leather jacket, white shirt and black skinny jeans. He finished it off with a pair of black converse.

Twenty minutes left.

Castiel decided he would tame his chaotic hair and tried making it look more tousled. Finally happy with his appearance, he walked out of the bathroom and slowly made his way downstairs.

Fifteen minutes left.

He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. I don't know if I can do this, so many things can go wrong. They have known each other for such a long time, they had nothing to talk about. He couldn't tell Dean funny stories because he took a part in almost every one. And if he didn't, Castiel probably told him about it anyways.

That's what made their friendship so beautiful. They had no secrets, just trust and each other.

Eight minutes left.

The anxious feeling getting bigger and bigger.

Six minutes left.

Everything will be fine, don't worry.

Five minutes left.

Everything is not fine.

Three minutes left.

His heart started beating like crazy. Now was the time to panic.

One minute left.

Is that someone knocking at the door? Castiel hesitantly walked over to the door. Reaching for the doorknob, he noticed his hands were shaking.

Come on, it's just a date.

He swung the door open and before him stood the most handsome man he has ever seen.

Dean was dressed in a black T-shirt, his worn brown leather jacket and the necklace his little brother Sam once gave him for Christmas.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked shyly, his head slightly down. He looked up at Castiel and gave him a small smile.

When Castiel gazed into the eyes of his best friend, he knew everything was going to be okay.

"Yes, let's go." Castiel smiled and followed Dean in his car. Dean, like the gentleman he is, held the door open for Castiel to step in. Dean walked around the car and got into the driver's seat, starting the engine.

"We're here." Dean said, stepping out of the car. He ran around and opened the door for Castiel once again.

"Thank you." Castiel said, getting out of the car and breathing in the fresh air.

"Where are we?"

"We are in a field I discovered a long time ago. I usually come here to think, but I wanted to take you here. You'll love it." Dean walked towards the back of the Impala and opened the trunk. He grabbed a small picnic basket and sat down on the hood.

"Come here." Dean said, patting the hood.

Castiel smiled and sat down, enjoying the view. The sun was almost setting, giving the sky the most beautiful orange and purple colors. It really was a sight.

"I got us something to eat." Dean smirked. Castiel got confused until he saw the familiar logo on the wrapping of a large burger. "You got me my favorite burgers?"

Dean shrugged and scratched his. "It was no trouble, anything for you."

Dean's cheeks turned crimson at those words. He can't believe he just said, he is such a sap.

Castiel cheeks were red as well, but he tried to ignore it up by looking at the sky.

They ate their burgers in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence as Castiel feared. It was a peaceful silence. Not saying anything, just enjoying each other's presence.

It was starting to get colder as the hours passed despite Castiel's leather jacket, the wind still seeped through his clothes. He felt a shiver run down his spine and Dean must have noticed because he sprung off of the hood and walked back to the trunk.

He came back with his football jacket.

"Take your jacket off." Dean said, still holding his football one in his hands.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Castiel smirked. When he saw Dean blush, he also send a wink his way just to tease him.

"Shut up." Dean laughed and threw his jacket around Castiel as soon as he stripped off his leather jacket.

Castiel cuddled into the warmth of Dean's jacket and looked up at Dean smiling. How did they end up this close?

Dean smiled back at him and glanced down at his lips once. But that one time was enough for Castiel as he lunged forwards and captured Dean's lips in a soft kiss. Dean grabbed the soft material of his football jacket, pulling them even closer. Castiel moaned and threw his arms around Dean's neck. It was perfect.

Dean tried to catch his breath as he rested his forehead against Castiel's, looking deep into his eyes. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Dean whispers. He felt the nervousness whirling through him again, tying his tummy in knots.

"Does this answer your question?" Castiel smirked and softly places his hands onto Dean's cheeks, moving him forwards. Castiel closes his eyes and kisses him once again, making Dean smile.

The rest of the night was filled with slow kisses and lots of talking, about nothing and everything at the same time. Somewhere in the middle Dean realized something.

Some risks are worth taking.