The phone call card was how it started.
Cas was tired of being alone, and was continuously told to put himself out there, so he did. He posted a phone call card to everybody on his street, hoping to get a date. He didn't think it would turn out as well as it did.
The phone call card contained:
His pone number
His address
His name
An invitation to a night of magic
DING DONG!
Went his doorbell. Strange. He hadn't ordered anything, and door to door salesmen were extremely rare in the modern world. So what could it be?
Cas gasped. It couldn't have been. Not so soon. It was most definitely... a phone call client!
He looked into the mirror, double checking to make sure he looked decent, which he always did. Then, he strutted to the door, attempting to make sure he had the true model look. He opened the door.
BOOM! SEX GOD! Holy mother of Miss Kalis! This guy was HOT!
"Hey. Are you Castiel? I got your phone call card and was immediately enthralled by your face." He said, before entering the house.
"Oh. Yep, that's me. How'd you guess? That was a stupid question. I literally put all of my information on that phone call card. How's your day been? Never mind, that's not sexy..." Cas rambled, stumbling over his words. He didn't want to ruin his chances with the beauty standing before him.
"Why don't we go upstairs, to my room... and discuss... stuff?" Cas questioned, screaming at himself on the inside. That sounded so much better in his head. Why did he have to go and do that? Why did he think that invitation was going to work?
"Sure," Dean smirked, and walked towards the stairs, winking at Cas as he passed. Cas was slightly unnerved by the fact that Dean didn't have to ask where the bedroom was... He probably put it on the card, being the weirdo he is.
"Wait!" Cas yelled, running up the stairs to catch up to Dean.
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The two men sat awkwardly on Castiel's bed, considering the past night's events. It was definitely a night to remember, that was for sure.
It was only then that Cas realised just how spicy Dean really was. A spicy man. The spiciest meatball. The meatiest spiceball. The paprika prince. The firecracker. WOAH! The spice is real. He was so spicy in fact that-
"Hey, last night was fun," Dean said, breaking the silence.
"Spicy," Cas said, stuck in thought.
"I like your style," Dean smirked, before getting up and walking away. It was only when he had gotten out the front door that Cas realised his mistake. A mistake that would leave both men cold and regretful... in more ways than one.
"Dean! Wait! You forgot your clothes!"
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