"Damn it." Dean grumbles beneath his breath, a strong of curses flowing so easily it's nearly distressing. He gets his keys from his pocket, the keys to his and Castiels' apartment, and unlocks the door, slamming it closed as he comes in.
Castiel turned his head in Deans direction, not phased in the slightest by his entrance. After having lived eith him for nearly four months, he knew that it meant he had either spoken with Sam recently, or he'd gotten into some trouble with a girl.
"Trouble with Sam?" He asks, turning to face Dean from his position on the couch. Dean shakes his head, grabbing a beer from the fridge, which he also slams shut, much to the detriment of a few mysterious Tupperware containers.
"Nah." He pulls his keys from his back pocket, using the bottle opener to pop off the cap, taking a quick sip from the bottle.
"Some girl bailed on me."
Castiel frowned, and shifted his position once more.
"I thought this happened often. What seems to be the problem?"
Dean trips over his words for a moment, his face incredulous.
"No- what do you mean, 'happens often?'"
Castiel rolls his eyes at this, as it is a question they both know the answer to. It wasn't a rare occurrence that Dean would come to their shared apartment with a sour mood after having been rejected a date or broken up with.
Though, it didn't compare to the amount of nights he came home with a busty blonde at his side.
Dean shook his head, as if to clear the thought.
"That's not the point, anyway." He plops onto the futon couch with a dull thud and a groan from the springs.
He takes yet another sip from his beer before continuing.
"I got these really nice reservations at a place - like, really nice, fancy napkins and stuff like that - and she frickin' bailed on me."
Castiel nodded as Dean explained, and an idea sparked to life in his mind.
"What if we went?"
Dean choked on his beer at the suggestion. It dribbled down his chin, and he looked at Castiel eith wide eyes.
"On a date?" His voice is laced heavily with surprise, or disbelief. Castiel cannot tell.
"No, Dean." Castiel assures, rolling his eyes.
"I just didn't think you would want your reservations to go to waste, is all. Fancy napkins, and all."
Dean tosses the prospect of a fancy dinner with his roommate around his mind, spacious as it is. Castiel is right - he doesn't want to have his money be wasted, 'fancy napkins and all.' He nods after a moment, and says, "Yeah, okay."
Castiel smiles, if only slightly.
"When are the reservations for?"
Dean looks to his watch, and his eyes widen once more.
"Like - five-ish minutes?"
He sighed, and explained to Castiel,
"They said they'd give away the reservations if I didn't make it there on time."
Castiel nodded, understanding that it would be nearly impossible to make it to the restraunt in time at this point.
"W-well, we can still go out and do something." Castiel offers, his tone optimistic.
Dean looks reluctant to even consider this.
"I don'know, Cas, I mean, I kinda just wanted to rela-" just then, an explosion was heard above them, apartment 221B. There was an exclamation of one of the tenants name, a muffled, though still loud, "Sherlock!" Followed by arguing.
Castiel looked to Dean, a skeptical look on his face. "Relaxing?" The both of them knew very well that when the tenants of 221B were home on the same night, relaxation wasn't really an option.
Dean sighed exasperately. "Well, where would we go?"
Castiel shrugged in response, as he himself rarely went out. He was the receptionist for a dentist, and being such, his outings were reduced to coffee and lunch runs, and the drive back and forth from the Dentist's office☆ to his and Deans apartment.
"I don't know.. where do you go with friends, usually?" He asks, uncomfortable.
Dean dwells in the question for but A second, before answering, "Easy. M' friend Benny has a Sorts Bar." He went there, sometimes, with Garth, a pathetic mechanic he hired to help around his Dad's shop.
Castiel smiles, standing up, as if the night has been decided. "Perfect. Let's go there."
Dean shrugs, finishing up the last of his beer, and setting the empty glass on the coffee table before him.
"Sure, let's go to Bennys'."
The both of them went as they were, Dean driving them to his friends bar.
For some inexplicable reason, apprehension sat heavily in his stomach. Something was to happen this night, though he had not the knowledge of what that something was.
☆what the hell is a dentist office called???
