Cupid's a Lousy Shot -A Destiel Fanfic-

Hello, Mr.Heartbreaker

I'll Paint a Picture
Of a world
Brighter
than my own
And sing
Of a universe
In a different tone
xx

By the windowsill , Castiel was out of touch with reality, his attention was focused on the sleek dove he'd captured in graphite. He was lost in thought, or emotions rather, so much that he hadn't heard the sound of keys rustling or unlocking the front door.
"Castiel?" A female voice rang out through the house, bringing him back to his senses.
"Over here, Anna." Castiel shouted back.
"Oh, great!" She smiled, "Someone's waiting outside for you, he's...he's really hot." He'd been so immersed in his drawing that he hadn't noticed.
"Oh, that's Dean."
"Really? God! He's dreamy."
Castiel laughed,
"Speaking of which, you've been with him a lot lately, he must be pretty special if he can get you out of the house."
"Oh...Yeah, I guess he is." Castiel smiled.
"And you  seem a lot more confident in yourself lately, I'm so happy for you." She smiled, and Castiel wasn't sure how to respond, or if it even needed a response.
"Anyway, when're you going to introduce us?"
"Well I mean, whenever. We're going out for dinner." Castiel smiled, proudly.
"Wait...Is he, is he taking you on a date?" Anna gaped.
"What? No?" Castiel cocked his head in confusion, "Does it seem that way?"
"I mean, I don't know, he's been taking you out a lot, I don't think people do that unless they like someone..."
"No! No...He's just being friendly, he's helping me get a date" Castiel cleared up, heat rising up his neck.
"By taking you out on dates?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Right." Anna laughed, "Anyway, date or not, I can't let you go wearing that. That place's fancy."
Castiel sighed, annoyed.
"I've got nothing to wear."
"And I've got old boyfriend shirts." She skipped forwards cheerily, "Wait right here."
Anna returned  shortly with an excited smile and a wide assortment of clothes. After some argument, Castiel settled on a black dress shirt with white dots scattered over the soft fabric. Anna insisted that he had to wear it. 'Poor souls,'  He thought as he stared at all the rejected shirts, ' It's like she keeps trophies of each victim.'
Castiel changed out of his trench coat and slipped on the shirt, not sure what to make of it, but he didn't want to keep Dean waiting any longer. He waved Anna goodbye and headed out the door to find Baby parked in the driveway with Dean behind the wheel.
"Sorry, Dean. Anna made me change and..." Castiel's eyes dropped to Dean. He looked different than normal, he was wearing a black leather jacket, and for some reason, it bothered him.
"D-Don't worry about it." Dean practically stammered, earning an odd look from Castiel.
"Anyway, um."
"Thought we should try the steakhouse today, you down?" Dean asked, and Cas was still staring at his jacket.
"I'd um...I'd love  that." Castiel smiled sweetly.
"Great. Let's uh. Do. That.Then."
Castiel  rounded the font of the car and got in the passenger side, turning up the music. Immediately, Dean mouthed the lyrics as if by instinct as he backed out of the driveway.
Only the names have changed
Everyday
It seems we're wasting away

Another place
Where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night
Just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted, dead or alive.
"You seem enthusiastic about this song, is it special to you?" Castiel wondered through a small smile.
"Maybe. Always wanted to be a cowboy when I was little." He laughed.
"What about you? Any childhood dreams? Well, we've already confirmed you didn't have a childhood but-"
"It's strange." Castiel  cut off.
"Try me."
"An astronaut. There's something about space...The infinity, the stars, the unknown."
Castiel's eyes sparkled with passion and Dean stared into them.
"Dean?"
"Sorry, I was spacing out." He breathed,
"Get it?"
"There was a joke?" Castiel's face scrunched up in confusion. Dean wanted to tell him, tell him how his eyes looked like the reflection of space, of a whole new universe, but instead, he let the moment pass.
"Actually," Dean began, "Did you hear about that meteor shower?"
"No, really?"He goggled, face uncharacteristically  animated with excitement.
"Would I ever lie to you?" Dean smirked and Castiel gave an unimpressed look.
"I take Sam to see it every couple years or so, it's tradition." Dean nodded.
"I don't really know much about it, it's more of his thing but...You know what? You should come along with us."
Castiel smiled, staring at his palms.
"I'd be more than happy to."
"Great," Dean smiled, "It's a date."
"Huh?" Castiel blinked in disbelief,
"I'm kidding. Should've seen the look on your face."
"Know who sings this?" Dean asked, taking his eyes of the road to stare at Cas for a second.
"I've got nothing." He mumbled, flustered as he stared out the window. 'I don't think people do that unless they like someone' Anna's words were fresh in his mind, and he didn't know what to make of them.
"The Beatles." Dean grinned, freeing him from his trance,
"They're named after Coleoptera?"
"Coleo-what?" Dean's face scrunched up.
"Insects." Castiel simplified.
"Not exactly," Dean laughed, "They liked Buddy Holly's band-The Crickets-, so they chose Beetles as like a sort of tribute I guess. Changed it to Beatles with an a so it could also mean beat. Like a beat in music."
"You know a lot." Castiel admired, and Dean smirked softly.
"Only when it comes to rock and roll. Anyway, you better remember, I'll quiz you on it later."
"I won't forget." Cas mouthed, clenching his fists in his lap.
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
You let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

The two fell silent, letting the rock songs override their words and thoughts as they drifted away into their own daydreams.

Soon enough, Baby slowed to a stop, and although Castiel hated to admit it, Anna was right. The place  was fancy, expensively furnished, and everyone who passed looked like they'd walked straight out of the front page of a magazine. It was also crowded, and Castiel didn't take his eyes off Dean as he maneuvered through the crowd.
"I'll have a uh..." Cas started with a sense of uncertainty and unfamiliarity in his voice.
"We'll take two shots of whiskey." Dean confirmed without hesitation, "That's good with you, right?"
Castiel nodded, and the bartender smirked before heading off.
"Alright, picture this as your...I dunno, boss fight."
"Boss fight?"
"It's a nerd thing." Dean stared off defeatedly, "Sam uh, he's said it before."
"Oh, okay." Castiel nodded, staring at Dean
"See something you like?" He teased, and Castiel tensed up, "Seriously though, take a look around."
Relieved, Castiel cut loose from his gaze and let his eyes wander to the crowds of girls. He gulped, swivelling back around in his chair.
"I can't do this."
"Sure you can. You've got me." Dean smiled, giving him a pat on the back, and for some reason it seemed like he lost his breath even more.
I think he might like you
Castiel sighed, throwing his head up and downing the honey-coloured shot,hoping it would work its dark magic and drown out his troubling inner voices.
"Watch and learn, buddy." Dean's mouth twitched into a smirk  as the bartender approached with a self-assured stride.
"Hey, beautiful." Dean flirted in a husky voice,
"How you doin'?"
That's how Dean talked to the people he liked, not how he talked to Cas. Anna was so wrong Castiel mused.
"Don't even try." She snorted at Dean's attempt, pouring Cas a shot. What had he done wrong? Castiel felt his heartbeat pick up, his palms were sweaty. 'No' He thought, he wouldn't let Dean's efforts and kindness go to waste.
"I like the lights." Castiel commented lamely, staring up at the neon signs. Dean had told him to use that, right?
"Yeah, they're pretty cool." Dean agreed cautiously, before  realizing he was following his advice quite literally, and the question was meant for the bartender.
The girl turned to  Cas, leaning down over the counter and invading his personal space.
"And who are you?" She asked flirtatiously, licking her lips and then biting into the soft pink flesh of the bottom one.
"Castiel," he grinned, staring at her lips and wondering why she was doing it. "Meg's a nice name."
"You think?" She smiled, resting her elbows on the counter, close enough for Castiel to tell that she reeked of alcohol.
"Castiel...That's a new one, sexy."
Castiel looked slightly uncomfortable, but  laughed at the word nonetheless and she swooned.
"Get a room you two." Dean grumbled to himself a little too loudly.
Meg snickered, leaning in and whispering in Castiel's ear
"Would you like that?"
"I suppose. I mean, it depends on the kind of room, I mean I...Oh." He leaned in, narrowing his eyes how Dean had liked.
"Do you celebrate Valentine's Day?" Meg asked, backing off a little.
"Not particularly." Castiel answered honestly, she stared him up and down before smiling coyly , and Castiel held his gaze, hoping he didn't look too angry.
"How about it? We hold a dance on the 14th at 8. You can bring your pretty boy friend along too if you'd like...
"It's a date." Dean announced blandly,  and Meg raised an eyebrow,
"I'm not into threesomes, muscle man."
"Then you don't have to worry, you're not that attractive." Dean smirked back and Meg rolled
her eyes.
"You think you're real funny, don'tcha?"
"Yeah, I do." Dean smirked, glaring daggers at the woman.
"Alright, well, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I've gotta get some more people drunk and take their money. See ya, Clarence."
"Who's Clarence?" Castiel scrunched his face up, but Meg was gone. He turned to Dean chugged another shot,
"Aren't you smooth." Dean grinned, patting him on the back.
"Smooth? I thought my back was more...I don't know, rough."
Dean laughed, retracting his hand.
"You can dance, right?"
"What? No, I've never really..."
"God, Cas."
"Do you know how?" He asked suddenly, and Dean nodded, but not without hesitation.
"Can you teach me?" Castiel pleaded , 'I do relationships, not dances' is what Dean would've said , but his body betrayed him, giving way to a nod.