Let it Snow

Chapter Six

December 11th
15 days until Christmas

She's pretty, hell she's more than pretty, she's hot, and smart, and funny, and fucking perfect, with her kind eyes and easy personality. Her black skin glowing under the bar's warm lighting as her hair fell to her shoulders in tight curls and lips were spread out in a smile. She was fucking perfect, Dean had never been more certain about anything. He should've been planning their next date there and then, as she talked about her job as a reporter. He should've been planning this wedding, their future together, the house they'd move into, the names of their kids -a boy and a girl obviously- whether they'd get a cat or a dog. Yet he couldn't bring himself to. Every time he even considered a second date his thoughts were brought to someone else.

He already had all that, even if the cat was a little bitch. He didn't need someone new, he needed Cas.

"What about yourself," Cassie asked, taking a sip from her cider, "you're a highschool teacher right?"

Dean nodded, looking back down to his own glass of water, the ice cubes that had filled now melted. "Unfortunately," he joked.

"It can't be that bad."

"Yah, It's actually pretty awesome. The kids are great, most of the other teachers are great," Dean added. "The pays shit, but I pick up some hours at an auto shop to make up for it," Cassie nodded along though didn't reply, probably waiting for Dean to continue, to keep the conversation going the way she had when talking about her job.

He probably should say something else, though instead he picked up the last fry on his plate and shoved it into his mouth.

The whole date had been a mistake. One big fucking mistake filled with weak attempts at conversation and fake interest in what ever Cassie had to say as if Dean didn't have a hundred more important things to think about.

Cassie tapped her nails against their table. "How's Jack?" She finally asked.

"Kids good," Dean replied, "he's excited for Christmas."

"That's good."

Dean nodded, pressing his lips together as he glanced across the bar they were sat in. It wasn't too busy, with music playing above and the low chatter of people echoing against the wall, despite that things couldn't have been quieter, the awkward silence between them thick.

He should say something. Anything. A compliment, an apology, a joke about the shitty music that played, cause it was shitty, really shitty. Yet nothing came, Dean's mouth suddenly dry as he glanced to the table next to their own, where a couple was having a much better date than theirs.

Fuck emotionally healthy people that could handle relationships.

"Wanna get out of here?" Dean finally asked, looking back to Cassie, who somehow still had a smile across her face, as if Dean hadn't spent their whole date being a douchebag.

She brought her glass back to her lips, swallowing whatever was left of the cider before nodding towards the exit. "Lead the way."

After calling over the waitress over and paying for their food -fifty fucking dollars, how the hell was their food fifty fucking dollars?- they stepped back into the streets, the cold air biting at Dean's face. Cassie offered a small smile as they began walking in the direction of the impala, something Dean didn't return. How could he when they were walking so close, their shoulders almost brushing, fingers only inches away; it would take seconds for Dean to lace their hands together. 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and looked down, watching the thin layer of snow crunch under his boots. It was easier than looking at Cassie.