I Want To

Chapter Three

Dean had his music in his ears and was humming along to Metallica until he ran into a wall, again! This time though it seemed like he, and the wall had ended up on the ground. The wall on top of him, and heavy! Dean winced as he opened his eyes about to curse out whoever he had ran into until he was greeted with those same electric-blue eyes from earlier today. This can't be happening. Dean thought to himself while holding the stare the blue eyed man was giving.

Years flew by and another jogger passing by broke the spell, she was trying to go around them and almost tripped on one of their limbs.

"Oh! Uhm..." Dean clears his throat and gets up as the other man dusts himself off.

"Hello Dean." The man said. Dean didn't hear him though, he was to busy admiring the mans impossibly thick thighs. Wondering what they would feel like pinning him down on a bed. The he remembered that the man was right in front of him, and somehow knew his name. Dean looked up to find the man looking at him, waiting patiently for a response. Dean blushed furiously, trying to think of something to say.

"Um, Hi. How do you know my name?" Dean asked.

Oh yeah! Perfect Dean! Why don't you start accusing the guy you just had a wet-dream about! Just a great idea!

Dean tuned out his thoughts to focus on what the man was saying.

"Oh yes! Well, Meg, the woman who interviewed you today- she's like my best friend- and she told me your named after I asked who you we-" Castiel didn't want the Dean to know that he had asked about him, thinking he would seem stalker-ish.

"You asked about me?" Dean asked, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering with hope.

"Well yes, but I'm not a stalker or anything! See, we kind of done this whole 'running into each other' thing once before if you recall."

"Yes I remember!" Dean yelped instantly regretting the enthusiasm in his voice.
"But um, anyways," Dean cleared his throat, " You know my name, what about yours?"

"Of course! I'm Castiel Novak. You can call me Cas." Cas held out his hand for Dean to shake.

Dean took Cas's hand in a firm grip and shook.

"Well Cas, as you know, I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." Dean started to wonder if this was going to be the last time he saw Castiel, he really didn't want it to be, so he came up with an idea.

"So," Dean started, "I never really got to apologize for earlier, and I really didn't apologize just now for running into you. What's that, like twice today?
Anyways, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to a diner down the street and let me get you something to eat?"

Dean saw the man stare at him for a while, his face hard and pale. He started to wonder if he should retract his offer but-

"I'm gay." Castiel stated, out of the blue, dragging Dean out of his thoughts.

"Um, okay... so?" Dean was glad that the Cas swung his way and was wondering why he told him in the first place, if he wasn't gay or even if he was transgender, or even straight or bisexual, like he was, asexual, demi-sexual or any other -sexuals out there, Dean really didn't think it'd matter, he'd still offer, it'd be the polite thing to do.

"Well, then I would love to go to the diner with you to grab a bite to eat. Most people have a problem eating at the same table as me, claiming that my sexuality was so disgusting that they would lose their appetite." Cas explained.

Dean felt a flash of anger course through his veins. He also noticed another feeling which was hurt, that anyone would be so rude to a man as gorgeous as Cas.

"Well, I'm bisexual. If that helps... but uh, I really don't want to go eat while I'm sweating and I still need to go home and change and I'm sure you do too and my keys to my car are at home as well and I'm kind of sticky so..." Dean explained to the man with a light blush that he could only hope couldn't be seen this late at night. He didn't mean to let that last part slip,it might sound gross, or weird.
What Castiel didn't know was that after the two had run into each other, again, Cas was on top of Dean for an indecent amount of time to have been considered 'platonic'. He might have made Dean realize that he still had some extra slick that he had left on his cock, hoping for other occurrences/dreams to pop up. Although he would not admit that. To anyone. Ever.

"Ah! Yes, I was hoping to be able to take a quick shower before eating as well, but, um, if I'm not intruding, why are you sticky?" Castiel asked.

Dean looked at the man who was wearing a smirk on his face from the innuendo and found himself blushing. He decided that it was time for him to stop blushing and have Cas wear a bit of red for once.

With a surge of confidence and shamelessness, Dean came to stand chest to chest with Castiel, he leaned over to his ear and whispered,

"I'm sticky because you made me sticky. See Cas, you made me experience something in my sleep, in my dreams to be more specific, that I needed to take care of because I really didn't feel like taking a cold shower."

Dean took a few steps back with the biggest smirk ever that got even bigger when he saw Castiel turning red-- even though it was dark out. He pulled out a marker he spotted in the pocket of Castiel's shorts and wrote his number on Cas's forearm.

He took a step closer and whispered again,

"Text me your address and I can come pick you up," Dean paused and lowered his voice before continuing. "And by the way, I saw how you were staring at my ass in those jeans I had on earlier, and trust me I have many more pairs. But your not to bad yourself, Novak!"

Dean looked over Castiel's shoulder and saw another runner coming up. He then slapped the back of Castiel's thigh and began to jog off with the biggest smirk, not even having to look back to know Castiel was still standing there... red faced and all.