Cupid's a Lousy Shot -A Destiel Fanfic-

The Date Square Date

When I'm sad
I place my hand
To my heart
And it roars.
Beating
In sync
I imagine it's yours

I know it's beating somewhere.
xx

The bakery was crammed with faces, but no matter how many times Castiel lifted his head to register them, none of them meant anything. Anxiously, he sat in his flimsy chair, fixing up his hair or adjusting his coat or posture. Remembering Dean's words, he attempted  to relax, but his rampant nerves kept him tense and frigid. In the air, was the familiar aroma of sweets which tempted his consciousness, and he felt himself tapping his foot against the floor. The clock on the wall read 6:32, and Castiel watched as its antique hands revolved. The sedated tick of time had never been so apparent, so slow. From the window, he observed the saturated sunset drain of colour, and the ebony hand of darkness as it choked the life from the horizon. Still, he waited. Still, his texts and calls remained unanswered, and still, he sat alone, growing more nervous by the minute. At the second hour, Castiel's stomach let out a strangled growl , his self control was wearing thin as his thoughts followed the sickly sweet smell of warm pastries.
"I'm Adam, can I help you?" A scrawny teen with a scratchy voice asked.
"No thank you, I'm just waiting for someone." He responded calmly.
"Oh." The teen responded, "Okay."
Castiel opened up his sketchbook, a concentrated combination of charcoals and paint. His inspiration was dwindling with the day, and every face was too temporary or bland to even bother remembering. Instead, he felt himself honing his skills on human anatomy, sketching out an oval like base for the face and mapping out the features, but the proportions were still off. Finally, he decided to draw an eye, it was more simplistic, yet so complex. They say that the eyes are the windows to one's soul, and to Castiel, it was fact. Through them, you could see out into the world, or catch the glimpse another person's. Although simple to draw the shape of the eye, the soul part was harder, how could you draw one's soul, something that burned so bright it sparkled through their earthbound vessel? He found himself adding details, but something about it seemed like it was another's masterpiece...It almost looked like Dean's.He added a couple details to turn it into his eye, and by the time he was done, the sky was littered in stardust and the stars were fighting to outshine each other in the navy celestial sphere.
"Hey, uh. Dude?" The blonde teen addressed.
Castiel. "You know we close at 12, right?"
"Oh, of course." Castiel nodded in false affirmation, deciding to check his phone. A single notification popped up, a text. It read
Dean Winchester , and opened it with a smile,
How'd the date go, man?
Castiel sighed, scanning across the shop to check for the thousandth time.
Castiel: She isn't here. Do you think she's coming?
Dean Winchester is typing...
Dean: Wait, hold up, are you still at that bakery?
Castiel: Yeah, why?
Dean: Weren't you supposed to be there for 6?
Castiel:Yes, I've been here since 6.
Dean: Oh my god, Cas. Wait there.
***
Castiel worked on the eye, thinking of Dean's words. Maybe he just had to wait a little longer...
He heard the door jingle for the first time in awhile, and turned his attention up excitedly to find Dean in the doorway, with a grey tee and tight jeans.
"Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "What the hell happened, man?"
"I don't know, I assume she ran late...Or she forgot." Castiel whispered sadly.
"Or she stood you up..." Dean mumbled to himself,
"Sonovabitch.Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"I was waiting." Castiel started, " She didn't come."
"You sure you got the right place? Time?"
"6'o'clock at The Brock Street Bakery, I'm sure of it."
Dean let out a growly sigh of discontent, for something that wasn't his concern, it really seemed to bother him.
"You've got a lot of patience," Dean noted, "But screw her for making you sit there for that long. You know what? We've still got awhile before they close, would you like something?"
"I uh... I don't know, I've never been here before."
"Then it's a first for both of us. Bet you can guess what I'm getting."
Castiel thought for a moment,
"Pie?"
"You know me so well." Dean grinned.
"Looks like they've got cookies, doughnuts, eclairs, cinnamon buns, date squares, peanut butter marshmallow squares-whatever the hell those are, seems like there's a lot of fudgin' squares, and fudge, that too."
Castiel couldn't help the smile on his face, even if the girl didn't show, Dean made all the waiting worthwhile.
"Surprise me." Castiel requested,
"I suck at surprises. Last person who asked me to do that was Sam and for dinner, I got him a pack of beef jerky and a peanut butter cup. He's been real specific after that incident."
"I trust your judgement." Castiel began seriously, "And I care little about food or nutrition."
"Don't those two go hand in hand." Dean chuckled,
"Well alright, man. It's your funeral."
Castiel cocked his head and Dean chuckled, ruffling his hair and heading off to order.
Castiel opened the sketchbook back up and added some of his freckles he'd noticed by his eyes, he was glad to see they weren't hidden anymore.
Dean returned with a hefty box crammed to the brim with sweets and a childish sense of excitement.
"Uh, Dean? What's that?"
"Heaven, Cas." He beamed, opening the lid proudly,"Here we've got 3 types of fudge, some dough ball things-I dunno, they looked good-, some chocolate sticks, eclairs, couple cookies...and a "Mama's Best" whatever the hell that is."
Castiel couldn't help but smile at Dean's excitement.
"You got so much, how are we supposed to eat it all?"
"Don't worry about it, just eat what you want-Hell, I don't care, take as much or as little. You can take some home if you want too."
"Thank you, Dean."
Dean froze up at the comment,
"Anytime, buddy."
He took one of the dough balls in his hand and popped it in his mouth, he wasn't a graceful eater, but Cas didn't mind.
"Where's the pie?" Castiel asked as he examined the haul.
"Oh, that? Well, I decided against it. Thought it's time I try something new."
Castiel nodded hesitantly, taking a bite of the cinnamon bun. No way Dean would give up his pie.
"Are you sure? Dean, you love pie." Castiel started suspiciously.
"I love a lot of things, Cas." He smiled, staring up at him and then back to the pastries.
"You spent all your money." Castiel realized,
"No, I've got more." Dean attempted to argue.
"You're a horrible liar."
"Wow, Cas, tell me what you really think." He laughed.
"I'm going to go urinate."
Dean snickered, eyeing up the caramel fudge,
"Have fun with that, I'll try not to eat everything."
Castiel returned with a pie in hand and Dean's mouth was watering as he eyed it up.
"I...I thought you were going to..." Dean chuckled before mocking him in a low voice "'urinate.'"
Castiel handed over the pie with a self-satisfied smirk,
"I think you "popular peeps" call that lying."
"Popular peeps?" Dean let out a breathy laugh, "God, Cas, you didn't have to."
"Just take it." He insisted,
"Well, I mean, hard to argue with that." Dean smiled, taking the pie in a swift motion. "Thanks, man."
Castiel smiled as he pulled his chair back up to the table and watched as Dean dug into the pie.
He felt a warm feeling in his chest at the sight, happiness he presumed. He wasn't the best at reading emotions, rather it was those around him or his own, but it felt good. He always felt good when Dean was around.
"Mmm," Dean moaned through a mouthful of pie, "This is so good, you've got to try some, Cas, you have to."
"You eat it, I've still got some things I'd like to try." Castiel insisted, picking a date square from the box. It was chocolate with chunks of peanut butter,
I suck at surprises. Last person who asked me to do that was Sam and for dinner, I got him a pack of beef jerky and a peanut butter cup.
Castiel laughed to himself and Dean caught on,
"What're you laughing about?" He smiled
"You're a liar."
"Well, I get it. That's what we humans do when we want something, Cas, we lie."
"You said you suck at surprises." Castiel accused, sinking his teeth into the date square,
Dean laughed, and his body shook with every verse, and Cas couldn't stop smiling.