This is (not) the Last Time

The Art of Take Out

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Castiel and Dean did not end up fucking.

They kissed for a while, Cas pushing Dean up against the kitchen counter, just as Dean had fantasized, before the growl of the green eyed man's stomach interrupted them.

"Damn it." Dean muttered as Cas pulled away laughing. Screw his stomach for having the worst timing possible in every way, shape, and form.

Cas giggled at Dean's embarrassment and leaned forward, still laughing, "Would you like to go get something to eat Dean?"

Dean looked away before glancing back  up at Cas, "Yes..." he muttered.

Castiel laughed and took Dean's hand in his own, "You're too cute Dean! Come on, let's go out."

Dean and Castiel walked a few blocks, lazily intertwining their fingers as they traveled. Dean's thoughts only wandered slightly, and always to stray thoughts of the man standing next to him. They two ended up walking into a small coffee shop, the Alchemy Coffee and Bake House. The chime of a bell greeted them as they walked in.

Cas tugged on Dean's hand and they walked further into the quaint shop. 

"Hello!" called a tinkling voice in greeting. Dean looked up to see a tall, young waiter making his way over to them. 

"Good morning." Dean said in greeting, attempting to be polite.

"Afternoon," The man corrected and pointed up at the small clock on the wall, "Did you two want to sit down or order from the counter to go?" 

Dean glanced up at Castiel for answers, "For here." Cas says. 

"Alright, you two can get settled wherever you want and I'll send Lanie over to help you. She's new so if you could be a little flexible that'd be great. If not, that's completely fine and I can send someone else?" The waiter said almost nervously. 

"It's perfectly fine we can be patient." Cas stated and grinned that the taller man in front of him. 

"We were all new once." Added Dean and he couldn't hide the blush that went over his cheeks as Cas looked at him approvingly with deep affection. 

"Thank you both! She'll be right over. Enjoy." The waiter relied gratefully and gave a little nod of his head before walking off to behind the counter. 

Dean and Cas linked pinkies and wandered to a small table next to the broad windows. Sitting facing to each other, they smiled at one another before picking up the menu slips in front of them. 

Dean stared at the words in front of him not processing any of them. All he could see was the blur of lines in front of him. His mind had just figured out that he was sitting across from a very, very hot man named after the angel of Thursdays. And, just his luck, he had slept with this same man on many occasions, once or twice screwing with the angelic man's mind, and turning him into a sorrowful sight. 

Dean didn't know why his mood changed from blissfully happy to anxious and embarrassed, but all of a sudden he felt that he should crawl away from everything. He'd fucked up with Cas, and now he was sitting directly across from him about to eat a very late breakfast. 

"You alright?" 

Dean jerked his head up, startled by the sound of Castiel's rough, warm, voice. Cas's face was carved with worry and Dean tried to smile at him, "Of course sorry."