Dean Winchester Is A Gay Virgin (Destiel)

Chapter 6: Chapter 3: Cas, part 1

Tuesday morning, Castiel wakes up early, buzzing with anticipation. He doesn't have class that morning, but Dick does, and then he has a full afternoon of boring business stuff to do, so Cas has the penthouse all to himself.

Cas showers and shaves and stares woefully at his enormous closet – still destroyed from the Great Luau Battle – deciding if he should go with a baby blue shirt and burgundy suspenders or an eggshell shirt with navy suspenders. Either way, the blue will bring out his eyes, but his silver cufflinks and matching Cartier watch look much better with the white shirt and blue suspenders.

He goes with the latter, then opens his massive drawer of ties, and stares at it for a long time.

Unable to find a tie that will adequately match his suspenders, he gets undressed again and collapses backward onto his bed, mumbling to the ceiling, "У меня нет ничего, чтобы носить."

I don't have anything to wear.

After two hours, he finally opts for the white shirt and navy suspenders, with matching – but not too matching – slacks, his silver cufflinks, the Cartier, and a navy blue tie with thin, butter yellow stripes.

He looks himself up and down in his large full-length mirror and sighs. As he rolls up his sleeves, the sardonic voice of his mind-Charlie says,"The color of your suspenders will not turn Dean Winchester gay for you."

On his way out the door, he dabs some foundation under his eye and checks his teeth. Then he practices saying, "Hello, Dean," three times, with different levels of gravel in his voice, and shakes his head, cursing himself in Russian for being a such a moron to fall head over heels for a straight boy.

He walks over to the Trolley Stop and situates himself on the back patio, facing the door so that he'll be able to see Dean when he approaches. He checks his watch. He's a half hour early.

He taps his foot impatiently and looks at the menu, unable to concentrate on any of the words. He checks his cell phone and puts it away.

He checks his cell phone again moments later, but before putting it away, he texts the real Charlie:

TOTALLY. FREAKING. OUT.

Cas had called Charlie the night before and told her about his "date" with Dean. They used code, of course, because Charlie, for the most part, is able to read him like a book. They referred to it as a "final."

She texts back:

Good luck on your final! ;););)

To which Cas calmly replies:

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Charlie texts back:

You'll do fiiiiiine. Just give the prof some of that good ol' Russian charm, which I am now referring to as your 'Molotov cocktail' charm. Get it? Because you're flaming?

Cas replies:

You are the WORST.

He puts away his phone and the minutes tick by slowly, so he lets himself zone out.

God bless Dean Winchester for his busy schedule. He arrives exactly ten minutes early, and Cas beams at him as he approaches the table, exclaiming, "Dean! You came."

Cas had no idea that he finds punctuality so sexy in a man.

Dean's cheeks flush and he looks away when he pulls out the chair across from Cas. "I did, yeah." He sits down and picks up the menu. "I hate to disappoint you, but I don't know shit about programming. I can tell you all about the history of prefrontal lobotomies, though."