Missing You

Chapter Fourteen: Cas is a Flirt

Cas:

He woke earlier than usual thanks to a commotion out in the hall but he took the extra time to take a longer shower and shave before returning to his room to get ready for work. He wasn't going to have the time to stop back here after work so he wanted to find something nice to wear. The problem was that he owned exactly five shirts and three pairs of jeans, not including the suit and trench coat he had hung on to. But he couldn't exactly wear a suit under his overalls at work. He'd be a sweaty mess by the end of the day. He opted to slip on a Ramones tee shirt and the nicest pair of jeans he owned. He topped the tee with a white and red plaid flannel. The reason for even buying the flannel had been because it reminded him of Dean, and he had gotten complements whenever he wore it, so he thought it would be a good choice. He tried to comb his hair but gave up. It was pointless to even own a comb, his hair was so uncooperative.

The walk to work was quick and he enjoyed the chilled morning air. There was a smile on his face that he couldn't shake and Leroy, the other janitor on his shift eyed him when he walked in to the office to grab his overalls. "You're chipper this morning." Leroy commented. "I have a date tonight." Cas replied happily. Leroy had large, bushy black eyebrows that rose up in surprise. "You have a date? Well that's wonderful news son! I hope you have a wonderful night tonight." Cas smiled happily. "Oh, I will. I've been waiting for this night for forever." Leroy gave him a smile. "Those are always the best ones." Cas took off his flannel and hung it in his locker before slipping into his overalls. He had a routine every morning that he followed like clockwork and soon he was too busy to check the time. Lunch came and went and then the afterschool bell. He finished mopping in the cafeteria and then went about waxing it. When his phone alarm started beeping to let him know it was ten to six he felt his excitement grow exponentially. He returned to his locker and took off the overalls. Leroy nodded at him as he left and Cas grabbed his flannel on his way out the door. He had just slipped it on when he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala's engine. Dean pulled up and he slid into the seat next to him, unable to shake that goofy grin he'd been wearing all day. "What has you so happy?" Dean asked, smiling. "It's Friday." Cas replied. Dean chuckled. "So where do you want to go eat?" Cas turned to look out the windows. "I don't really know, I don't get out much. If I do it's usually McDonald's because I can afford their cheeseburgers." "That's not real food Cas. Tonight we eat real food." Dean told him. "Real food included vegetables Dean." Cas said pointedly. Dean sighed. "Fine, for you I'll eat a damn vegetable." Cas looked quite pleased to hear that. "How does Olive Garden sound?" Dean asked. "I've never eaten there. Do they only serve olives?" Cas asked, honestly curious. "No man, they serve Italian food that's to die for, and they have these all you can eat deals. I haven't been to one in ages, but I always liked their food. Sammy and I used to go sometimes when on a hunt." Dean explained. Cas nodded. "It sounds very nice." Dean found the Olive Garden that he had mapped out earlier in case they couldn't decide on a place to eat and pulled into the parking lot. They got out and Dean reached out to take his hand. "I like this look Cas, you look good." He was appraising Cas' choice of outfit for the evening, especially the tight jeans he was wearing. Damn he looked good. Cas smiled. "I see you're wearing the shirt I bought you for Christmas two years ago. It looks very nice on you." Cas told him. He knew Dean had chosen to wear that particular shirt because it had been a gift from him, and he was touched by that. Plus it looked as good on him as he had imagined it would when he bought it. It practically molded to Dean's chest and arms like it was made only for him. He loved Dean in black because it made the green of his eyes even more vibrant than usual. He had seen Dean shirtless on many occasions over the years, but he had never been given the opportunity to touch him intimately, to map out every muscle, every freckle that adored that chest and those arms, and he was finding that he wanted that very much now. They had entered the restaurant and Dean was talking to the girl that wanted to seat them. She motioned for them to follow her and then led them to a small booth in the back corner. Olive Garden didn't have much by way of intimate, but this would have to do. They sat down across from each other but Dean's leg slid forward under the table, bumping against his, and for the rest of the night they sat like that, legs pressed against one another while they lost themselves in easy conversation and good food. When they had finished eating and had paid Dean led him back out to the car. He was nervous and Cas could tell. "Do you still want to come back to the motel with me?" Dean asked. Cas nodded, stepping close enough that he could smell Dean's cologne and feel the warmth radiating off of him. He heard Dean's breath catch in his throat and gave a wicked smile before turning and going around to the passenger side and getting in. Dean stood there for a moment in shock. Cas had just flirted with him and he was left speechless.