Flaws

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

A/N- hi my fellow humans *nervously sweats extraterrestrial sweat*, to make up for the last chapter, I'm gonna make this chapter full of fluff. Like y'all are gonna need an ambulance because of all the fluff. The next chapter shall be Sabriel. Yay! So yeah, I hope this makes up for the last chapter. I hated it. But I need it for the story. Thanks.

Cas' POV

Friday night. Date night. I didn't know what to wear. I tried on everything in my closet. Shit. I needed to dress warm but I didn't want to look stupid. Ugh. I decided on a big white Neighbourhood sweatshirt and some layered jeans. I had thermals on and my regular clothes. It was gonna be freezing balls. But I didn't want to look like a fucking marshmallow. Oh well. I think I looked pretty fucking fine. Fine as hell.

To: Dean🌚

Hey. So I'm gonna pick you up in my pimp car because I'm a fucking pimp at night. Dress warm. It's gonna be 15 below. I'll see your fine ass in a bit.

From: Boss Ass Bitch 🙋🏻

I waited not too long for a reply.

From: Dean🌚

Okay. I'll see you in a little bit angel.

To: Boss Ass Bitch 🙋🏻

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"Awe yeah," Dean slid into shotgun. "Pimpmobile!" He patted the dash of my beloved car.

"Pimpala. I ship it." I looked over at Dean. He looked cute in his Pucifer tee with his flannel and leather jacket.

"I ship it, too." He smiled. Then we were off to find parking in the mess of Old Town, Albuquerque. "Where are we going?"

"We are going to see a New Mexican tradition of lighting a giant tree made out of other trees. It's fun."

We found parking and slowly made it to the plaza. It was fucking freezing. Cool clouds came from our lips and shivers cultivated from my chest. We saw some street performers, a drunk Santa, flamenco dancers, and several Mariachi bands.

"Do you want to get some hot chocolate?" Dean and I were holding hands while looking at all the luminarias all over the place.

"Yeah. That would be great." He and I shoved our way through the thick crowd, mumbling a few sorries and excuse me's. We made it to a small bakery called 'Rolling in the Dough'. We got a couple of hot chocolates and brownies.

"You look really cute tonight, angel." Dean held my hand in his pocket to keep it warm. I was blushing and he must have noticed because he kissed me on the cheek.

"Alrighty guys. We will be lighting the in 2 minutes. Two minutes." A voice boomed from speakers above. We found a seat next to two nice old ladies. We waited for our hot chocolates to cool off because they were hotter than the price of ass next to me. I took my kid off to let it cool faster.

I guess it was about time for the free to light because the crowd became denser and busier. People were bumping into us.

"FIVE"

My hot chocolate got spilled on me due to someone not looking where they were going.

"FOUR"

It was all over my white sweatshirt. Fuck.

"THREE"

Dean noticed my struggle and tried to help me by getting napkins and patting me down.

"TWO"

He ended up patting my crotch and he got my awkwardly aroused. But someone pushed him into my lap and our heads were so close.

"ONE"

"I can feel that and I am awfully pleased." He yelled into my ear because of all the cheering due to the tree lighting.

"I'm super sorry. It's just you were paying me and I got weird and you're so hot tonight and-" he cut me off by kissing me softly. The hot chocolate on his breath made everything sweet. The two old ladies looked disgusted and moved away. We just sat there kissing.

A/N- sorry if so short. @Princess_Victoria did we ever go together? I'm sure we did. Did we? I don't know. Lol. Anywho. So that plaza and the tree are owned by my family. If y'all are ever in Albuquerque, stop by the Basket Shop. We own that. When I was little, I got to press the button to light the tree. It was great. But anyways. I need to participate in the act of closing my eyes and hallucinating. Good night.