The Angel Next Door

|ELEVEN| The First Date

I flattened out my dress shirt with my hands, making sure there were no visible wrinkles.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked okay for tonight.
I let out a shaky breath, reminding myself that it's just a date.
There was a knock at my bedroom door, causing me to look away from my reflection.
"Come in!" I called.
Sam opened the door, peeking his head in. "Hey Dean, do you know- woah," he stopped mid-sentence, looking me up and down. "Why are you all dressed up?"
I smiled smug, holding my head up high. "I have a date."
Sam raised his eyebrows, stepping into my room. "Really? With Cas?" He asked, an impressive look on his face.
I rolled my eyes. "No, with the Queen. Of course it's with Cas! He is my boyfriend after all." I added the last part with a smile on my face.
Sam shook his head, smiling. "Well, I hope you two have fun. Don't get too crazy!"
He winked at me before exciting my room and closing the door.
I glanced at my reflection once more, and noticed the light blush on my cheeks.
It's crazy how just by saying that boys name, it can drive me insane.
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"Dude, that movie could have been way more like the book. I'm kind of disappointed, but it was still good," Cas commented as we walked down the side walk, hand in hand.
I nodded in agreement, even though I hadn't read the book Insurgent. I wasn't even interested in watching it, but Cas said he wanted to see it, so I guess I did too.
"Yeah, it was still really good, I liked how Tris looked when she cut her hair. It looked sexy," I joked, laughing to myself.
Cas gave me a funny look, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked, shrugging. "She's just and actor. I promise I'm not cheating on you with Shailene Woodley."
Cas shook his head, smiling lightly. "Are you bisexual, Dean?"
I stopped walking, and turned to face him, my hand still intertwined with his.
"Well," I looked down at my shoes, a little taken back by his sudden question. "I never really thought about it. I know I like-love- you but, I've had my fair share of hook up with girls too in the past."
Cas nodded, cringing when I mentioned the last part.
"You've dated before?" He asked. I could almost hear slight irritation in his voice, but I must have been mistaken. I mean, was I not allowed to date anyone before?
"Well, not exactly like this. Just one-night stands here and there. Nothing really serious." I said, trying not to make a big deal.
A ripple of hurt spread across his face, causing him to he let go of my hand.
I frowned, missing the warmth of his hand in mine.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, taking a step towards him.
Cas shook his head, leaning his back against the brick wall behind him.
"So I'm your first boyfriend?" He asked, saying the word boyfriend like it was a bad taste in his mouth.
I nodded slowly, unsure of why he was acting the way he was.
"So, what?" Cas demanded. "Are you going to learn all my secrets and then dump me? Then tell all your friends about how much of a freak I am?"
He squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to ward off bad memories.
I shook my head, a dull pain forming in my chest. "No," I said, taking a step forward. "No, I wouldn't, I couldn't, hurt you like that. Not ever."
I brought my hand up to his face, trying to make him open those beautiful eyes.
He turned his head, unwilling to look at me.
"How do I know you're not using me?" He asked, a small tear falling onto his cheek.
I slowly brought my hand up, careful not to scare him away, and wiped away the tear with my thumb.
"I'm not using you. I honestly do love you, Castiel. I've never felt this way with anyone before, not until I got to know who you really are. You're everything I could have ever wanted. You're an angel, Cas. You're my angel."
Cas slowly opened his eyes, those blue eyes watery with tears. I leaned forward, gently planting a kiss on his forehead. He brought his fragile arms around me, hugging me tight.
I hugged him back, resting my chin on top of his feathery brown hair. A feeling of safety flooded over me. I could have stood there for hours, and I wouldn't have minded a bit.
"I love you," he mumbled in my chest.
"I know," I said back, squeezing him tighter, making sure he wasn't leaving me anytime soon.
Because he was my angel. My angel with bright, beautiful, blue eyes.