Party Time (Part 2)
Title: Party Time (Part 2)
Author: bballgirl3022
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel and Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers: If you know Gabriel and Castiel then you’re good
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural
Summary: Dean and Castiel go on their first date after meeting at Gabriel and Sam’s party.
Word Count: 1,524
Notes: I hadn’t originally planned on writing a second part, but since so many people (ok like 3) begged for a continuation I wrote one (and possibly more). Thanks and enjoy!
No beta. Sorry.
Part 1
Party Time (Part 2)
It had been four days since Castiel had woken up in Dean’s bed after Gabriel’s party. Dean had said he would call. Castiel had believed him at the time, but now he wasn’t so sure. He knew there was some sort of time limit, or some such crap that Castiel never adhered to, before calling; so a person wouldn’t look too eager, or whatever. Castiel found the whole thing ridiculous. If Castiel wanted someone he perused them relentlessly, but not so much that they would consider getting a restraining order against him.
Here he was, slightly depressed, with no call from Dean. Castiel had wanted to complain to Gabriel, but Gabriel was dating Dean’s brother; and Castiel knew Gabriel would strong arm Sam into making Dean take Castiel out if Gabriel knew it would make Castiel happy. Although Castiel did want Dean pretty bad, he only wanted him if Dean wanted Castiel of his own free will.
Castiel knew he was being pathetic. He wasn’t crying into his Ben and Jerry’s like a girl that just got dumped, but he was watching bad TV with a pint of Häagen-Dazs He probably had scared Dean off with his drunken professions of love; but Dean had said he thought it was ‘adorable’. Then again Dean could have just said that to get into Castiel’s pants. That thought had Castiel’s gut roiling with shame and his face heating in anger and embarrassment. He felt used like a cheap toy, and that in turn made him feel more pathetic. It was a vicious cycle really.
If Dean could move on so easily after Castiel was certain they had a connection, then so could Castiel. He resolved to throw away, or just put in the fridge to save for later in case it was needed, his pint of ice cream. He would shower and dress in something that made him look sexy or some similar adjective, go get completely wasted and sleep with some random stranger.
Yes, this was a good plan. An awesome one if Castiel did say so himself.
This awesome plan was thwarted very early when the phone rang. Now he was frustrated for being interrupted and working him into a good angry frenzy on the way to answer.
“What do you want?” Castiel’s words were stilted even though he had no idea who was on the other line.
“What I want is a date with you. You know, after I beg forgiveness and possibly grovel a bit.” The voice was light and familiar, and damn his body for reacting the way it was.
“And what exactly do you need to be forgiven for Dean?” That’s it Castiel. Play it cool. Pretend you weren’t just pissed for the last four days because he didn’t call.
“For not calling you earlier; I meant to call a couple of days ago, but I had to cover shifts for the other chef who was out with the flu. I know I shouldn’t make excuses, but I was hoping that you might want to go out with me. Tonight maybe?” He sounded so hopeful, like he was afraid that Castiel would say no. Like that was even an option.
Castiel was smiling now. “I’d like that very much.”
“Whew. Awesome. Great. I’ll pick you up in half an hour.” Oh, this conversation just made Castiel’s week.
*****
They ended up at an art museum. Castiel was sure that this wasn’t Dean’s kind of place, and he looked a bit uncomfortable, but maybe that was what it seemed like to Castiel.
“Hey little bro, fancy meeting you here.” Gabriel. Gabriel was here with Sam as well. This couldn’t be a coincidence.
“Hello Gabriel. It’s nice to see you again Sam.” Castiel says with a nod. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh didn’t Dean tell you. We’re on a double date.” Oh. Maybe Dean was forced on this date. Castiel can feel his cheeks heat up in shame. This was a pity date. A pity double date because Dean obviously didn’t want to be alone with Castiel on this date. He just hoped the stinging he felt behind his eyes weren’t tears.
Castiel was quiet after this revelation. He wandered aimlessly around the museum not really taking anything in; Dean was following him like a watch dog. They’d lost Gabriel and Sam about twenty minutes ago; they probably were in a broom closet making out, or Sam was actually forcing Gabriel to take an interest in art, whatever it was they were doing they were doing it away from Castiel and Dean.
Dean still looked extremely uncomfortable. His hands were stiff at his sides or stuffed in his pockets; Castiel sometimes saw Dean’s fingers twitch as though maybe he wanted to touch Castiel, but wasn’t sure if that was allowed or wanted.
“Is something wrong?” Dean asked after a long period of silence. That was the question wasn’t it. What was wrong with Castiel? Why couldn’t anyone just like him? Was that really so much to ask? He thought he and Dean bonded, or something, that night at the party. Cleary he was mistaken. He was always mistaken. He always loved too much. Castiel always did everything in extremes. Relationships were no exception. It just happened he never found anyone who accepted this fact.
“Why would you think anything is wrong Dean?”
“You’re tense. You’re being awfully quiet at an art museum. You told me you studied art. That you teach high school art. I thought this would be a good idea for a date. Something you liked so we’d have something to talk about, but you haven’t said anything since we met up with our brothers. Is that what this is about? That I didn’t tell you it was a double date.” Dean was rambling now. It was kind of endearing, if Castiel wasn’t pissed off he might say it was cute even. “Look, I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t want it to be weird. I mean I like you and I was nervous. I didn’t want to do something stupid and make a fool of myself, so I asked Sam if we could do a double date. Clearly that was a bad idea.” It was Dean’s turn to blush now. He was speaking to his shoes and quiet enough that Castiel had to lean closer to hear.
“So this wasn’t a pity date?” Dean’s head snaps up at that.
“Pity date? That what you thought this was?” He seems incredulous; like he can’t believe that Castiel could think such a ridiculous thing. “Cas,” Dean steps into Castiel’s personal space, takes his hand and threads their fingers together. “I want to be here. I want to date you.” His eyes are shining brightly now. “Can we maybe start over?”
“That sounds wonderful.” Castiel is smiling so big and he couldn’t be happier at this moment.
*****
They ditch Sam and Gabriel after the art museum, or rather are ditched. They go for burgers and pie, something Dean enjoys immensely. Castiel also finds this enjoyable this. Especially the pie eating, but that’s mostly because the noises Dean makes while eating are slightly pornographic and make Castiel’s jeans feel too tight.
Dean drives Castiel home when they’ve finished. They are sitting in the Impala awkwardly like two teenagers on their first date for an undetermined amount of time before Dean gets out to open Castiel’s door. This makes Castiel swoon just a tiny bit more.
Castiel fumbles for his keys, mostly hoping that Dean will take the opportunity to kiss him. Dean looks at his shoes and mumbles that ‘he would like to see Castiel again.’ When Dean looks up, his cheeks are a bright pink; Castiel takes matter into his own hands and presses his lips to Dean’s.
The kiss is wonderful; just as great as their first. Dean has one hand tangled in Castiel’s hair and the other on the small of his back; he’s essentially holding Castiel up because his knees have gone weak, and yes he does know how exactly how much like a teenage girl he sounds.
Eventually the need for air becomes increasingly important and they have to break apart. Castiel is aware his cheeks are flushed, his lips bruised, and his hair thoroughly mused, but its definitely worth it for the look he sees in Dean’s eye like he is something to be cherished or treasured.
“Would you like to come inside,” Castiel asks shyly. He’s hoping Dean will understand that this is code for ‘please come in and screw me senseless.’ Dean scratches the back of his neck, a sign Castiel has come to realize means he’s uncomfortable.
“I can’t. I have to work the early shift.” His eyes are shifting and attempting to focus on anything but Castiel’s face.
“Oh. Yes. I understand. I’ll just be going now.” The key is in the lock and Castiel is in the door so quick Dean doesn’t have a chance to react. Castiel slides down the door, once it’s locked, in a pitiful heap. What he doesn’t hear is the frustrated ‘damn’ coming from outside.
Part 3