50 First Dates - Date 11
Title: Date 11
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 551
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: moonofblindness
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Sailing.
Date 11
“Aren’t we supposed to be rowing or something?” Dean asks as he watches Cas settle back in the very tiny boat they shoved off the dock about fifteen minutes ago.
“Only if you want to go somewhere,” Cas answers with a speculating look. “Do you want to go?”
“What?” Dean asks. “No. I mean I just sort of thought this would be athletic. You’re kind of always moving.”
“It’s my job,” Cas chuckles. “Or rather our job. You don’t sit still much either.”
Touché.
But then this summer gig as a camp counselor is sort of like that. They wrangle the children all day and sometimes all night long and Dean’s not even trying to consider what he’s going to owe Ash and Jo for taking over for him and Cas tonight so they can go out on a….date.
OH God. Dean’s on a date…with a guy. How did that happen?
“Looks like you finally bought a clue,” Cas comments as he stretches his legs out far enough that his bare toes brush the hair on Dean’s shin. It makes him shiver, makes him want to touch more.
“We’re on a date,” he says stupidly.
“Yes,” Cas grins. “Are you having a good time?”
And he is. He really is. It’s been fun hanging out with Cas tonight. Sure he’s been attracted to the guy since he rolled into camp the first day and they got paired up together. But Dean’s never crossed that line between attraction and romance with another male yet. Seems a little like Cas has been ahead of him on this one.
“Yeah,” Dean settles on saying with a smile. “So we just float around out here in the dark?”
“That was the plan,” Cas sighs as he looks around. “As much as it’s a horror movie cliché for us to be out here alone together there is no other place for us to be alone without the kids barging in.”
“Well,” Dean assures him “If Mrs. Voorhees jumps up out of the water I promise I’ll protect you.”
“Who?” Cas asks. He’s clearly confused.
Dean laughs. “Never mind.”
They share a few moments of silence before Dean settles back on his side of the boat and lets the slight rocking motion relax him. His legs stretch out until they touch the outsides of Cas’ thighs. It’s comfortable, he feels like he fits here nicely with this sometimes distant, sometimes odd other young man.
Then Cas reaches down and starts to massage one of Dean’s bare feet. The startled groan of pleasure Dean lets loose probably sounds like they actually are being murdered.
Cas’ laugh is rich and Dean chuckles at himself even though he’s totally embarrassed.
“I like you a lot Dean,” Cas says conversationally as he switches to Dean’s other foot.
“I like you too,” Dean answers before ghosting his fingertips over Cas toes. He’s not really into feet but it’s the only part of his date he can reach easily.
Cas’ toes wiggle against his fingers and Dean smiles.