Angel (Destiel)

Chapter 10

I check my golden wristwatch as I walk up to Cas' door. It's 6:03 and I almost feel bad for being late, as he's always so punctual. I raise my hand to knock on the door and Gabriel opens it before I can bring my arm down.
"Hey Deano," He looks me up and down, "You look good. But not as good as that bro of yours. When he's done getting over Jess, tell him to call me, alright?"
I raise an eyebrow, "Gabe, where's Cas?"
Gabriel bursts out laughing, "You're gonna like what you see, baby," Suddenly, Castiel ambles into view and I'm caught off guard; his hair is mussed up slightly more formally, and his usual blue tie swapped for a lighter blue that makes his eyes glimmer. His trenchcoat isn't there and instead he's wearing a suit jacket.
He looks up at me, "Dean," He breathes, "You look..." He struggles for the word and eventually says, "Ravishing!"
"You look so amazing, I-I can't believe I got a date with you," I gasp.
Gabriel whistles, in the middle of us, "This is awkward..." He waits for one of us to speak. We don't. "Ok so... I'm gonna go," And with that, he disappears. I'm puzzled as to where he had gone, when I remember: angels. I'm still getting used to the teleportation thing.
"Do you want me to take us there and back? That way you don't have to drive, so you can drink," He offers.
I see through his plan, "You're trying to find out where we're going! Fear not, my white winged friend, all in good time,"
"They're black," He mumbles.
"What? I thought you all have white wings?" I gasp. I'm shocked, to be honest.
"Folktale. I have black, long wings; Gabriel has small, golden ones. Only Lucifer has traditional ones," After thinking for a moment, he adds, "But Luci doesn't even have wings anymore,"
"Lucifer?" I repeat, "As in Satan, the devil, Lucifer?"
Cas sighs, "Yes, that's my brother. One of the eldest angels," He steps out and locks the door behind him, "I'll tell you more. We have the whole night together, remember?"

After we eat, we're sat at the table talking. I know a lot about heaven and the different angels; I know who's nice, who's not, who's fallen and who's still up there trapped in the pearly gates.
"Do any of you play a harp?" I ask. I'm genuinely amazed; I'm on a date with a damn angel.
"Gabriel has one. He doesn't play it. That's it," Cas answers and I laugh at the thought of Gabe playing a harp.
"Sirs, excuse me? Would you like the bill?" Our waitress says as she stands tapping a pen.
"Yes please, sweetie," I wink at her. A deep rose blush spreads through her cheeks and she tiptoes away again with her lips pulled tight together.
"Wow, we're on a date, Dean, and you still flirt with the waitress," Cas remarks, but there's a smile playing on his lips.
"You want me to flirt with you, Cas?" I snicker. He blushes deeply and doesn't respond, smiling brightly. "Later," I lecture him, "Be patient and I'll flirt with you then," Under my breath I add, "I'll do a lot more than flirt with you," And then I remember, angels have supersonic hearing. Now it's my turn to blush. I look across the table at Castiel to see him smiling, biting his lip with eyes twinkling brightly. He looks so angelic and I need him. I suddenly want him so desperately that I throw down a few $20 notes, grab Cas' hand and lead him out.

"Dean," He mutters as we are clambering into Baby, "What was that?" He seems worried.
I tear my eyes away from him and sigh, "I needed to leave, I needed to kiss you, I needed... I needed..." I complain. At that, he makes his was over to me and throws his arms around me.
"Dean, would you still like to kiss me?" He asks. I snigger at how blatant he is and nod. He leans into my lips softly and I retaliate by gripping his hair. I feel him gasp as I pull a little at his black hair and I smirk in the kiss, enjoying his pleasure.
"Dean..." He moans and I have to resist breaking the kiss just to grin. I pull away and his eyes search mine for the reason I stopped.
"Let's finish this at home," I whisper holding his head, our foreheads touching and lips very close. I hadn't realised how cold it was before but I now can see our breath forming in the air in one cloud of condensation.