The day after the somewhat weird get-together Castiel finds himself in the center of the town. The boy sits on a park bench and observes the crowds of people around him. Cold wind blows through his dark hair and makes him shiver as he pulls his trench coat closer around him. He opens his notebook and reaches for his pencil in the backpack and Castiel starts drawing on the white sheet of paper. He gets lost in forming the outlines of the crowds. The noises turn dull and the different colors stand in a stark contrast to the gray sky and dirty ground. The boy feels a finger tapping on his shoulder and nearly jumps an inch; getting dragged out of his thoughts.
"Sorry, Cas! I didn't mean to startle you"
"Hello, Dean" Castiel brings forth with a deep blush on his cheeks.
"Hey, Cas" Dean greets, smirk plastered on his face "watcha doing?"
"Nothing" Cas claims while quickly shutting his notebook and putting everything back into his rucksack.
Dean pouts and crosses his arms; Castiel shrugs him off and laughs:" I'm going to eat something. Would you like to join me?" The last part is spoken full of hope.
Dean takes a good, long look at his phone and sighs:" I don't know, Cas…"
Castiel's face falls visible and Dean starts laughing uncontrollably while trying to get out four simple words: "Dude, I was joking!"
"Oh" is all that Castiel says, his cheeks brightening again.
Cas gets up from the bench and the other teenager follows, small laughs escaping his lips.
"Shut up" Cas mumbles.
"I'm sorry. Let's get some burgers, shall we?"
"I love burgers" Cas informs.
"Great" Dean answers with a fat grin on his face, while he puts his arm around Castiel's shoulder, who may or may not starts to blush once again.
They both order burger and fries in the restaurant called Roadhouse. The food there is delicious and Cas can't help but moan around the mouthful of burger. Dean just stares at him wide eyed and swallows hard. A flirtatious smile appears on Cas lips and Dean quickly looks down on his plate, pretending to analyze the French fries.
"These make me very happy" Castiel says, talking about the burger.
Dean finally looks up again:" Yeah, Ellen makes the best burgers in Kansas."
"Ellen?"
"She owns the Roadhouse and is a chef. She's a friend of the family. You may know her daughter Jo. She's a cheerleader. "
"Blonde hair? Mouth like a soldier?" the blue eyed boy describes.
Dean chuckles: "Exactly."
The talk for a while, pay and then leave together.
"You need a ride home?" the green-eyed boy asks.
"I don't want to cause you an inconvenience" Castiel objects.
"Shut up! You won't" Dean declares.
"Then I'd really appreciate a lift home. Thank you"
Castiel smiles gently as he gets into the black car.
"So how do you like my baby?" Dean says, his hand his petting the inside of the car with affection.
"Your baby?" Confusion obvious in his voice.
"The car. It's a '67 Chevy Impala, real treasure." The boy says with a fond smile on his lips. "Well, let's get you home then, Castiel."
They didn't talk during the ride, both enjoying the rambling of the engine. The only words spoken were the instructions to Cas' house. Dean parks in front of the car, and Cas gets ready to leave the car, his hand reaches the door handle when Dean speaks up: "Wait, Cas."
The other boy stops dead in his tracks and turns around to face Dean who is now the one blushing.
"Was that… I mean was that a date?" he whispers, his green eyes glancing towards the floor of the car.
Castiel can't help but smile: "No."
"Oh" is all that Dean manages to get out.
"But next Saturday, that's a date" Castiel quickly says before the courage leaves him again. He climbs out the car and before closing the door he glances at Dean who's sitting in his beloved car, mouth wide open and eyes shining.
"Awesome" is the last thing Cas hears before ultimately closing the door.