5D808E - Destiel

Chapter 5

Oh, how his blue-eyed waiter made his heart pound. Castiel had stayed with Dean until dark, just murmuring, asking and answering little questions. Castiel said he was thirty-three, loved the colour green, and had a little cat named Tofu. Adorable.

Up close, he seemed tired. Dry lips and dark bags under his eyes. His hair was more mussed than Dean had originally thought. That didn't change his view of the man, though, he was just as beautiful as before.

And now they had a date. An actual date! But who was to say that Castiel wasn't going to stand him up as Bela did? How was he supposed to know if Castiel was just lying to him? Playing him as most people had done. Use the "roguishly handsome" boy for sex and leave him broken.

That very thought made Dean want to curl up into a little ball, pull the covers over his head, and block out the world. He despised it. Didn't want to even think of being used again. A paralyzing idea. He wanted to think that Castiel wouldn't. Couldn't. The man seemed too kind.

He was doing his hardest to focus on the fact he even had a date with the blue-eyed man.

He stood anxiously before the old diner, fidgeting with the hem of his brown leather jacket. His mind was running. Castiel was only a few minutes behind but even that made him worry. All the what ifs crowding his thoughts.

But here came his blue-eyed waiter, clad in black skinny jeans and a sweater dotted with bumblebees. He looked perfect, Dean thought.

His heart was racing as he approached his date, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face. Castiel grinned warmly, eyes crinkling deeply in the corners, "Hello, Dean."

Dean's heart hammered against his rib cage. Pounded. Skipped beats. Oh, he was beautiful. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in warm arms. He hesitated slightly, unsure what to do with this new touch. With shaky hands, he returned the embrace. His fingers splayed across the man's back, tangling in the yellow fuzz.

It was over in a second.

Castiel pulled away but kept a soft hand in Dean's, the smile still on his face. He led Dean by the hand into the diner, a bell jingling softly to announce their arrival.

A young blonde woman walked out, a tray balanced in one hand, and she waved at them, "Welcome! Find a seat. I'll be right with you."

Castiel glanced back at Dean, giving him that warm smile again.

Shit.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and the rare posting. I haven't been very motivated lately and just finishing this was a herculean feat. Honestly want to fry my head in a microwave. I'm pretty sure it took two fucking weeks to write this thing. I've never really been on a date so this was complicated (FML I'm lonely). I'll try to post. Currently watching Supernatural as I write this note and Jared in a ponytail and glasses. Oo-la-la.