Castiel's last lesson passes without being noticed by him, all he can think about are green-eyes and freckles. After school the boy catches the bus and sits next to Gabriel on the way home.

"What's getting you all giddy?" Gabe addresses

"Huh?" Cas questions as he shoves his backpack under the bus seat, "What are you implying?"

"C'mon. Don't be like that, Cassie!" the younger Novak pouts,"Tell me what's going on in that life of yours."

Castiel bends his head and avoids any eye contact with his brother. Gabe nudges him and repeatedly forces his brother to tell him. After ten minutes of Gabriel annoying him, he looks him dead in the eyes and says:" I have a date." The older brother blushes slightly and looks back down, facing the seat of the bus. Gabe opens his mouth and closes it again, looking like a fish while he does so. "Holy shit!" he mumbles.

As soon as the bus stops the older Novak stands up, takes is rucksack, and shoves Gabriel out of the seat to get out of the vehicle. Cas walks fast and determined, hurrying to get home.

Gabe has to run after his brother to catch up with him. "Why are you so pissed, brother?"

Castiel stops dead in his tracks and Gabe nearly runs into him. Cas turns around to look into his brother's whiskey-colored eyes. "It's Dean. My date is Dean." he announces.

"Oh" the other states while pulling his arms around his torso. "That's nice. Congrats, have fun. But not too much fun." Gabriel forces out a fake smile and without another word keeps walking towards their home and disappears in the doorway.

Castiel is left standing on the street in front of their house without thinking about it he texts Sam.

Hello, Sam. It is Castiel. Would it be possible for you to give me your brother's number?

Within a few minutes there's a reply from Sam. Castiel saves the new number and shoves his phone back into his pockets, not before thanking Sam. The Novak enters the house, where he's greeted by his Dad, Chuck.

"Hi, Castiel. How was school?"

"Hello, Dad. Fine, how's the writing going?"

"Terrible" Chuck answers, his hands bury in his mop of hair as he heads towards the kitchen to get another cup of coffee.

Castiel heads into his bedroom, throws his backpack into a corner and picks out the phone from his pants. He stares at it for a long time, trying to find the proper words. His body falls back heavily onto the bed, and his hands end up on his head, messing up the black hair further. Eyes closed, and brows furrowed he thinks about how he's going to tell Dean that they can't go out.

As he sits back up, determination is clear in his eyes. His chapped lips are pressed together in a thin line as he types out a message for Dean.

Hello, Dean. This is Castiel. I received your number from Sam, I hope that is OK. I'm sorry but I have to inform you that a family crisis has arrived and I can not leave for our date. I am very sorry, Dean.

After three minutes he gets a reply.

Heya, Cas. Sure it's OK. Hope everything's alright w/ ur family. If u need 2 talk, u got my number :)

Thank you, Dean.

No problem :)

Castiel falls back into his bed, burying his head in one of the pillows.

"Why does everything has to be so fucking complicated?" he swears into his bed.