Tell Me Your Story

Chapter Twenty - Line Up the Pie

By the next day, Friday, Dean wanted nothing more than to talk to someone about his date. But Sam and Charlie were still not talking to him. In fact, Cas was the only one talking to him, and since Cas didn't talk, Dean thought that was kind of sad. But he couldn't do anything about that, so he went through the day buzzing with silent excitement. A lot of people stared at him, but he didn't care. Everyone thought he was crazy, but he'd gotten Cas to open up, and that was all he'd wanted. The rest of them would understand, eventually.

That night, Dean walked out of his room on the way to his car to see Sam and Gabe walking down the hall to the stairs. Dean followed them, and when they sat down on the couch, he spoke.

"Hey Sammy," he said. Sam looked around at him but didn't say anything. "I... I'm going on a date with Cas. I just thought you'd want to know," Dean said, turning around.

"Thanks," Sam said softly. Dean smiled, but didn't turn around. He wasn't going to press his luck.

***

When Cas opened the door, Dean drew in a breath. Cas had tried to tame his hair, with questionable success, and was wearing a dark blue button down shirt and black skinny jeans.

"You... uh, you look great," Dean said, unable to keep his eyes from raking up and down Cas' body. Cas crossed his arms, looking uncomfortable. Dean smiled. After what Cas had put him through those first few weeks, Dean honestly didn't feel that bad about returning the favor.

"Let's go," he said. Cas started walking towards the car and Dean followed.

They didn't talk much on the way to the diner Dean had decided on. It wasn't fancy, but Dean figured simple was best. Who knew how this was going to go?

"Do you like burgers?" Dean asked as they walked in. Cas raised his eyebrows. "You... do?"

Burgers are my life

Dean smiled. "Good. I'm glad." They sat down and Cas picked up a menu. Dean did too, but he already knew what he wanted.

"Have you... ever been here before?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head.

My dad really isn't a diner person.

"He doesn't sound like it."

He usually just leaves us twenty bucks and eats at some fancy french place with his business partners.

"I've been there." The waitress came over and they ordered their drinks, and went ahead and ordered their burgers. Cas stared at his lap and Dean tried to think of something else to say.

"Uh... do you... you like reading, right?" He finally managed. Cas cracked a small smile.

Yeah. Do you?

"Not really. Sammy loves them, though. He's tried to get me into reading, but it never really worked," Dean said. Cas stared at him as silence fell. Dean shifted.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Counting your freckles. It's fascinating.

Dean blushed. "Oh." Cas' eyebrow raised just slightly, and a smile flickered across his lips.

The evening got progressively less and less awkward as it went on. The two of them talked a little, although none of the conversation revolved around anything of much substance. When they had finished their burgers and paid, they walked back out to the car, Dean smiling.

"It's not that late. Do you want to get some pie?" He asked.

Pie? I thought ice cream was the date desert.

"Yeah, but pie is better than ice cream," Dean said.

Whatever you say. Take me to the pie.

Dean grinned and opened the car door for Cas. Cas rolled his eyes and got in.

By the time they made it to a bakery, Dean felt completely at ease with Cas, something that hadn't happened before then.

"...probably pecan. Although apple is of course a classic. And anything with whipped cream is amazing. What about you?"

I don't think I've ever had pie beyond the occasional pumpkin pie at Thanksgivings past.

Dean stared at Cas as they walked inside.

"Are you kidding me?" He walked quickly up to the counter. "One slice of every kind of pie you've got," he said. The girl behind the counter nodded and Cas grinned.

There's no way we're eating all that.

"More for later," Dean said. It took both of them two trips to get all the pie to the table, and then Dean started shoving pies at Cas left and right.

Dean, I can't eat anything if you keep changing your mind on what I should try first. Just pick a piece for yourself and I'll try the rest in my own time.

Dean frowned and grabbed the pecan piece, taking a big bite. His face relaxed and he practically melted as he tasted it.

"Dude, this is so good," he said. Cas picked up another piece and Dean watched him like a hawk as he tried it.

I like it.

"Like it or love it?"

If I meant love it I would've said love it.

"Nope, you failed the test. You have to go home now." Dean grinned as Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another piece of pie. Dean took another bite of his.

Dean enjoyed watching Cas taste all the pie. Some of the pieces even got finished between the two of them, and the rest were put in to go boxes.

"This was fun," Dean said as they stood outside Cas' house. Cas nodded in agreement. "We should... do it again." Cas smiled.

I'd like that

Dean put a hand on Cas' shoulder and leaned in, kissing him softly. Cas' hand can up to Dean's shoulder and he kissed back. They broke apart after a second, both smiling.

"I'll see you on Monday," Dean said. Cas nodded and opened his door, glancing back at Dean before closing it behind him. Dean went back to his car and drove home. When he walked in, Sam was sitting on the couch.

"Uh-oh, you gonna scold me for being home too late?" Dean teased.

"Did you have a good time?" Sam asked.

"I really did," Dean said.

"Alright then. Goodnight jerk," Sam said as he stood up and started walking out. Dean smiled.

"Night, bitch."