Wrong About the World

"Totally"

//Dean

It was now 11 at night and I was getting ready for bed. I had completely forgotten about that folded up napkin Cas has slid me, and I had stuffed in my pocket. I was cleaning out my jacket pockets when I pulled it out. I instantly felt my heart drop, I had completely forgotten about this. I unfolded it and it had a phone number written on it in neat print. I pulled my phone from my sweatpants pocket and punched the number in. I texted him.

Hey Castiel, this is Dean.

Deanie! I was beginning to think you forgot about me.

Oh no, I could never. Just got busy with Ella. WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT AHHH. I threw my phone on my bed. God, I was acting like such a teenage girl. I took a deep breath and peeked at my screen. He had already answered. I unlocked my phone and sat in my bed.

Flirty aren't we? (; but I totally get it, no worries.

I'm sorry it took me so long to text you.

Dean enough apologizing, I already said it's fine 😂

Oh. Right. Lol.

I'm going to head to bed, talk to you tomorrow?

Totally. Night Castiel.

Goodnight Dean.
Our texts replayed and replayed through my head. I was acting like a teenage girl wasn't I? I even said totally in a text? Who does that? Teenage girls that's who. Agh. Why am I the way that I am? I find one hot dude and suddenly I'm head over heels, bringing out the teenage girl. I clicked my lamp off and pulled the covers up to my chest. I rolled over and I saw a glow over my shoulder. I rolled back over to see my phone lit up. I grabbed it and I had a new text from Cas, thought he was going to bed?

Sorry, forgot to ask- wanna meet up tomorrow? Like at the park or something? If not it's cool. I'll understand.

Shit you're probably already asleep. Well text me in the morning 😊

No, I'm awake! And that's cool with me. I almost typed totally again. Stupid stupid stupid.

Okay (:

And as they say- the rest is history-

Nah I'm just messing around with ya. I went to bed after that, so I mean that day was history... no I'm confusing myself.

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I woke up to light streaming through my window. I groaned and rolled over to check my clock, It was 1pm on a Sunday. SHIT ITS 1PM! I ripped my phone from he charger and saw numerous texts from Cas. I hit the phone icon and called him to explain myself.

"Hello?"

"Cas I am so sorry I slept through my alarms-"

"Dean! Dude calm down, you're fine."

"Oh god I thought I ruined today."

"Well... I did make lunch reservations at 1:15..." Cas sighed. I fell back into my bed. God dammit

"I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you, ok? Come over. I'll text you my address you can come over and I'll cook lunch.. dinner.. linner... uh whatever you want I'll cook." I stumbled over my words. No one had ever had the ability to make me so tongue tied.

"That sounds great... I'll see you later then, bye!"

"Bye."

And now it was time to power clean because my house was a wreck. Goodie.