Young and Beautiful [A Destiel Fanfic]

Chapter 6: The Wrong Answer

Later that week, Dean invited Cas out on a date. The raven-haired man waited the rest of the week anxiously. He was eager to go on one of his first real date with Dean. Work drug by during the day, even though various visits from Dean kept him entertained. Friday could not come soon enough.

When it finally did arrive, Cas was only slightly frantic. He changed his outfit probably four times, if not more. Gabriel sat on the couch, only half interested in the game show that was playing on the TV. Whenever Cas would emerge with his new outfit, Gabe would give him a thumbs up or down depending on what he thought. At first, it was funny to see his little brother scramble, but after a while, it got old. One of the last times Cas came out into the living room, Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Cassie, Dean likes you. I doubt he'll care what you're wearing. He's taking you out for you, not for your clothes. Wear your trench coat. It'll be fine."

Gabriel did not expect his younger brother to heed his advice. Needless to say, he was kind of stunned when Cas finally emerged from his room wearing his usual white button-up and black pants. This time, a dark blue tie and his tan trench coat accompanied the outfit. "I hope Dean likes my trench coat," Cas said offhandedly. "He's never seen it before."

Cas did his best to calm down and try to be confident. It's just Dean, he tried to tell himself, hoping it would soothe his nerves. That fact only made it worse. He was nervous to begin with because it was Dean—perfect, handsome, sexy, amazing, charming, freckled, green-eyed, blond-haired, god-like Dean. Cas still could not get over the fact that Dean had thought that Cas was out of his league. There was no way. Dean was a perfect ten, and Cas—well, Cas considered himself to be a four at best.

He retreated back into his bedroom and took another look in the mirror. He had tried to tame his wild hair, but the black locks had a mind of their own. Letting on an exhausted sigh, he did his best to pat down what Gabriel always referred to as "the sex hair." Nothing he tried could seem to get it to lie flat, or flatter than it was. A knock at the door ended his attempts. Cas all but sprinted from his room to reach the door.

"Walk, Cassie. He'll hear you!" Gabriel called from his place on the couch.

Cas groaned quietly. Yeah, and Dean probably just heard you... assbutt. He opened the door of the apartment and, sure enough, there stood Dean in all his beauty. The blond god wore a faded leather jacket, a black shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans. While Cas studied Dean, admiring the way the leather jacket fit his broad shoulders, he noticed Dean was looking him up and down as well.

"I didn't know you had a trench coat," he commented, smirking.

He shrugged. "I like it... It's comfortable." Cas looked down, heat rising to his cheeks. Ugh, I should have known he'd laugh at me for the coat.

"I didn't mean anything by it," Dean quickly said, noticing Cas's blush. "I actually... ha, well... I like it."

Cas looked up then, meeting Dean's emerald gaze. "Really?"

Dean nodded, almost sheepishly. He glanced down at his boots, shaking his head. "It's kinda..." he paused, looking Cas directly in the eye. "Sexy... on you."

That really made Cas blush. He knew his face was redder than a tomato. He didn't know what to do or how to react. All he could do was stare at Dean, his mouth slightly open.

After several seconds, Gabriel broke the awkward silence that had descended upon them. He had gotten up from his seat on the couch and was now leaning on the wall in the kitchen, watching this whole scene play out. His younger brother and his boyfriend had been too absorbed in each other to even notice he'd approached. "God, the sexual tension is so thick I can almost feel it in the air. Get goin' you too. You aren't making out in my kitchen. Get!"