Missing You

Chapter Thirteen: Dean Winchster, You Blush like a Schoolgirl!

Dean:

Charile had been waiting outside the restaurant for him and when she hopping in next to him she turned to face him. "So?" He frowned at her. "So...what?" She sighed, annoyed, and rolled her eyes. "So did you kiss him?" His eyes went wide. "No!" "Why not? Don't you want to?" She asked. He pulled out of the parking lot and started for the motel. "Well, yeah, but I don't want to scare him away either. I feel like I'm getting somewhere with him. I don't want to ruin it." She was looking at him through narrowed eyes. "Dean, that boy wanted to kiss you so bad I'm surprised he wasn't on top of you the minute we walked in that place tonight." He felt the heat of another blush as it flooded his face. Even his ears were burning. "Geez Charlie." He said weakly. "Dean Winchester, you blush like a schoolgirl!" She exclaimed and slapped her knee. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing, but he couldn't be annoyed with her. At least not nearly as annoyed as he wanted to be. It was hard to get mad at her and next to impossible to stay mad. It was a short drive to the motel and once they were inside the room he stripped out of his jacket and kicked his shoes off. Charlie picked up the remote before falling back into her own bed and began channel surfing, but she saw him pull his phone from his pocket and start typing away on it. "Emailing Cas again?" She asked. He shook his head. "No, texting him." He laid down in the bed and crossed his legs at the ankles. Each time his phone buzzed she looked over to see Dean smiling down at it. It was freaking adorable in her book. This was the side of Dean she had always believed existed, and had sought to draw out. How could she had known that only one person could ever make him smile like that? She had to admit that Cas was adorable. For a guy anyway. He had bedroom eyes framed by dark lashes and hair that appeared to have never once cooperated with him, but the overall package was perfect. Cas' perfectly chiseled features combined with the often innocent expressions he seemed to give made her see some of what Dean loved so much about him. When Dean suddenly sucked in air after another text she put the movie she was only half paying attention to on mute and looked at him. "What did he say?" He looked up, the biggest smile she'd ever seen plastered on his face. "He told me he loved me." She smiled. "Well, we already knew that you big dummy." She said affectionately. "I asked him to dinner tomorrow night. He...wants to come back here afterwards." His smile faltered, replaced by something akin to nervousness. "Good, I'll get another room, let you guys reconnect." She winked at him and his eyes grew wide. "Charlie, I don't know what I'm doing here! What am I supposed to do?" She turned the tv off and looked at him. "What do two people do when they're in love silly? They talk, they hug, they kiss, and if things go further, well, then it just fits because you're with the person you love." He considered her words. "I've never kissed a man before. Like, besides a friendly kiss you know? But this is Cas. I'm so afraid of messing things up with him." He set the phone aside and laid back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms over his head. "I will bet you that man is kissing you before the night is over. Just you wait and see. You're not going to have to do a darn thing." She predicted. He looked over at her. "No way, not Cas." She gave him a smirk. "Oh, he's not as innocent as you think he is. Just you wait and see." He grinned at her. "You're on."