i've been dealing with so much lately including an intern from China who came to Iran by AIESEC and i'm her buddy and i had to make sure she had everything she needed and it was in the middle of my spring holidays!!! so yeah... but it was cool!:-> anyway i kinda had other stuff prepared for y'all for this chapter but you know i thought this is better cause i owed you all some cute fluff! hope you enjoy!:->
This chapter was un-beta-d so please forgive us for any mistakes you see
October 1998
Dean fixed his shirt in the mirror and turned to face Garth, worrying inside his cheeks.
“What do you think?” he felt really stupid and nervous. It was the first time he would take Cas out on a real date. There was the concert thing and then a late dinner.
He had spent too much time to finally find a band that they both liked and had a concert near them. The Backstreet boys. Ok maybe Dean was just making sure Cas liked them. Whatever.
“You look good Dean, seriously! You’re a handsome boy. Be your overconfident self and you will be just fine.” Garth smiled. It was too sweet how he always stood by Dean even though everyone thought they were very different. Not everyone knew it, but Garth knew for sure that the bad boy picture was just a protecting wall for Dean. The kid was a very good friend, best Garth ever had. So he made sure Dean knew he cared.
“Here. I hope you have fun tonight.” Garth said handing Dean the two tickets.
“Thanks Garth. I owe you big time.”
“You don’t owe me anything Dean. Now get going.”
Dean nodded and took his wallet, leaving the room. He spent the whole way to Cas’ dorm thinking about what to do that night. It had been almost 3 weeks that they were dating and they hadn’t even kissed yet.
Dean tried not to overthink it. It was true that he had a reputation of getting into people’s pants, but he never felt so… hard with anyone else. And after that first night, he knew he wouldn’t push Cas. He was gonna wait till Cas was ready. Dean wanted Cas to trust him. So waiting it was.
But now, Dean was starting to doubt himself. Maybe Cas didn’t like him like that. Maybe he just wasn’t interested. Dean couldn’t really blame the guy.
Cas was perfection wrapped in a human’s body. He was proud and stubborn, if he wanted to do something he’d do it without any words. He was also very kind. When he got confused, he would tilt his head to side and give you the most adorable sight. And he got confused a lot. It was really cute how he knew just every sickness there ever was but didn’t know who Bon Jo Vi was. Really, it was precious. And when he smiled, or much better, laughed, Dean felt his heart sink. He would give anything to make Cas laugh. Anything.
But Dean’s favorite part about Cas was his eyes. They were just so… blue. When they locked eyes it felt like he was drowning in the sea. And oh if he didn’t love every single second of it. Sometimes Dean felt like Cas could see right through him, like he knew just exactly what Dean was thinking at the second. And Dean loved how he could see every emotion Cas had reflect in those ocean-blue eyes.
He got to the door and knocked three times.
There was some shuffling and then Cas opened the door and there was only so much Dean could do to keep himself from gasping. Or saying something stupidly girly.
He was wearing a pair of pretty tight jeans, that very much showed up his perfect ass, and a blue button-down. It matched his perfect eyes. And his hair, it was so messy yet cute. It looked like he had just spent the last 10 minutes making out with a touchy bastard.
