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[heartless_sob]

Castiel turned the card over in his hands, something of a permanent frown on his face. He did not know what exactly a date entailed. The two humans with which he had spent most of his time on Earth observing did not go on dates. And even though Dean had a steady girlfriend, Castiel still wasn't sure they had datesThere were several people he could

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[weary_head]

Dean was at the table, working steadily on the second piece of pie Angua'd brought back from the Winchester. He was pretty sure it was for Roger. He was also sure that he could make it up to the guy.

"Come in!" he shouted around his mouthful.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel stepped inside, tugging his trenchcoat closer to his chest. He glanced around, and relaxed when he saw Dean was alone.

"Dean," he said, edging over to the table. "I have a question for you."

[weary_head]

"'Kay," said Dean, craning his neck back to look at him now that Castiel was an inch from his nose.

"You wanna take off that coat? It's like a hundred friggin' degrees."

[heartless_sob]

"It's my coat," Castiel muttered.

"Look at what I have received in my mailbox," he said, sticking the card out. He tried not to blush, but he felt embarrassed to be so clueless about something that was probably commonplace.