It's Complicated

Chapter Six

Friday Castiel shows up - unannounced - at Dean's door. The waistcoat is back (damn that waistcoat), and the man has a six pack of Samuel Adams under his arm and a sheepish expression on his face.

"How do you feel about Harvest Pumpkin ale?" he questions.

"Never had it," Dean admits.

Castiel blinks his impossibly blue eyes at Dean, and Dean smiles. "You wanna come in?" he asks.

Castiel nods, a small smile alighting his face. "Yes."

Dean opens the door wide enough to permit the other man inside, wondering if this is the part where they kiss hello or if that's more ‘In a Relationship’ material.

"I got your address off the form you filled out when you requested Sam's book." Castiel explains in a rush, "Is it alright that I'm here?" He follows Dean -who's decided a kiss might be too presuming - to the living room.

"Yeah, Cas. Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know. I didn't call beforehand and-" he stops, sighing, "I realize now this may be a breech of confidentiality." Dean turns and looks at Castiel. His face is twisted in hesitation, like he's second guessing himself.

This, Dean supposes, is what ‘It's Complicated’ actually means. Not knowing if it's okay to spontaneously show up at each other's houses or greet one another with a kiss, that strange place between Friends and Something More where one misstep could throw the whole thing off.

"You're not breeching a damn thing," Dean assures him. "I know where you live, why would it be a problem if you know where I live?"

When Castiel's only response is to stare at Dean unblinkingly, Dean chuckles. "Seriously Cas. Relax."

Castiel bites his lip. "So I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Nope. I was just watching T.V."  

"Care if I join?" Castiel asks, a small, hopeful smile settling in place on his features.

Dean shifts on his feet. He was actually droning in front of the Dr. Sexy re-runs still playing on KBC, but somehow that doesn't seem like something you'd admit to someone you're technically still trying to impress.

"I think there's a Die Hard marathon on TNT," Dean offers.

Castiel shrugs. "Alright."

"I usually watch them on Christmas, but you know, tonight works, too."

As they sit Dean grapples for the television remote, but he's not quick enough to change the channel before the commercial ends and Castiel gets an eyeful of Dr. Piccolo and Dr. Sexy caught in the throes of a hard core make out session in an elevator.

"She's too good for him," Castiel comments, reaching for a beer.

Dean nearly swallows his tongue as he stares at Castiel, eyes wide and mind reeling. "You watch Dr. Sexy?"

"Here and there; my sister got me into it."

"So if I told you I was really watching Dr. Sexy and not Die Hard like I may have led you to believe?"

"I'd ask what episode you were on and maybe suggest popcorn. Really, Dean, what's wrong with Dr. Sexy other than the fact that his boots are extremely overrated and his hair is too long?"

"The boots are part of what make Dr. Sexy sexy," Dean protests with no real fight behind his words. He feels like he could kiss Castiel for even having an opinion about the show in the first place.

Castiel shakes his head. "If you're into that sort of thing," he mutters.

"I might be," Dean retorts.