Sandstorms- Destiel- Supernatural

For the record...

Dean Winchester didn't really remember much about the party he had attended last week.

The only thing he did remember was Castiel dancing and looking really really hot.

He remembered the tight black jeans and the shy grin, and the way his eyes twinkled in the colored lights.

He remembered feeling his heart tighten in his chest and the Scissor Sisters: 'I don't feel like dancing".

Then he realized all his friends, including him, listened to music that was from the nineties or earlier, and he thought that was kind of weird, considering they lived in two-thousand fourteen.

Dean called Castiel and they agreed to meet the next day, (which was Dean's day off.) for coffee after Castiel's classes.

He found himself listening to Scissor Sisters again, he was going to change the song, but then he started thinking about that messy-haired nerdy guy again and he left his CD player alone.

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Castiel was drawing Dean for an art project in class.

He hadn't even realized he was doing it, but then his professor came over and said that the piece had a lot of emotion and it was fabulous.

So he turned it in.

He really hoped it wouldn't come back around to Dean, he swore Charlie into secrecy, but he was still nervous.

After his Art History class, he would be meeting the elder-Winchester for coffee.

He was heading out of the Art room, when he saw a photograph pinned to one of the bulletin boards.

It was a girl, she looked like she had been dancing, and she was in some sort of desert. The photo seemed old, and wise and Castiel wanted nothing more than to take it with him and stare at it for hours.

If he didn't have to get to class he could've stood there all day.

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Dean strode into Starbucks at three p.m. his face a bit flushed.

Castiel was standing awkwardly by an empty wall, holding his venti Pike Place in both hands, and siping gingerly. He was wearing a gray turtle neck that hung loosely around his shoulders, and tan colored slacks with black Converse sneakers.

He swallowed nervously and approached him.

"Hey Cas." he said, casually.

"I Melt With You." By Modern English started playing in Castiel's mind when he looked at Dean.

"Hello Dean." he beamed.

"I'm just gonna grab a Frappucino and then we can walk." he pointed towards the register.

He nodded and watched as Dean walked over.

A few minutes later, they were walking down the sidewalk.

"So, that party, it's been-"

"That's probably the most fun I've ever had, ever, by the way." Castiel noted.

Dean's breath hitched and his mouth fell open, but he quickly closed it.

"Yeah...uh, me too." he blushed.

"Why did you invite me for coffee, Dean?" the shorter man asked innocently.

"Honestly?" he sighed. "I just want to get to know you."

Cas smiled and nodded, and took a sip of his Pike Place.

"Me too."

"Let's do like, a twenty questions sorta thing. You ask one, we both answer, then I ask one, we both answer."