Castiel
He's been waiting on the parking lot for almost half an hour now. Filled with anger and disappointment, he decided to just leave - Dean probably pranked him or something like that. Maybe is all-too-cool friends would jump out of a bush any second and throw eggs at Castiel or something like that. No, these are not just fantasies - it really happened at one school he went to. A couple of jerks would always put a paper on his back saying "kick me", in middle school. They'd "slushee" him, giving him rude nicknames and all kinds of crap.
To avoid that this time, he walked off the parking lot and walked past the football field.
"Cas- Castiel! Hey, here!", he heard someone call his name and looked in the direction he assumed the voice came from. There was only one person on this huge field, in a full football-outfit - only without the helmet. He supposed it was Dean. He couldn't see him properly since that person was very far away. Walking closer and closer to the huge fence building up between the football field and the parking lot, the person came closer as well. They met right at the fence, just on different sides.
"Hey look - i'm sorry i'm late. My coach told me to run some extra rounds and i haven't had time to check my phone and call you"
"I didn't know you play football", Castiel wondered.
"I'm actually the quarterback" Dean laughed.
"WINCHESTER, I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY"
"Crap, Cas- um Castiel, i gotta finish this. Give me 20 minutes alright? Runnin' these two more rounds and taking a shower real quick so i don't smell like an old shoe, is that okay?"
"Go for it", Castiel answered and Dean went off to finish his task.
******
Castiel was sitting on a bench near the parking lot, lost in his phone and that one game he can't stop playing, Poo. Totally lost in his phone, he didn't hear Dean walking up towards him.
"So, good to go?", Dean said with a smile, wet hair - and a towel hanging around his neck. He smelled nice. Like apples? Or apple-pie?
Castiel scooted up, his phone falling out of his hand on the ground.
"Oh crap, wait-", Dean picked it up and saw the game he was playing. "Wait, is that poop on your phone?"
"Uhh, yeah its Poo. You know, the game where you get to feed, raise and play with.....poo.", Cas said excited but kinda ashamed for Dean to know the fact that Cas likes stupid games. Dean only laughed and handed the phone back to him.
"Alright, tell me more about that game when we're in my car", still slightly laughing, Dean led the way to his old black 67' chevrolet impala. It was from his dad, he once bought it to impress Mary, Sam and Deans mother. John actually wanted to buy a little mini-van thingy - but luckily some guy back then gave him the advice, that this impala right there was a total chick-magnet. Which was true though.
"That's a really nice car. But it's kinda old, isn't it?", Castiel said as they were driving off the parking lot and headed towards the nearest café, which was "the coffee bean". It was only like 5 minutes away from school.
"Ohhh, no no no..don't you e v e r call my baby old again okay? She's a classic." Dean stated facts while Cas was playing Poo again.
"You playing' that poop game again?", Dean laughed - to which Castiel only nodded and said:
"It's a classic."
******
As they got out of the car and walked into the café, Castiel had real big eyes and looked very happy. "Anything wrong?", Dean asked.
"Oh no, it's just..that this place reminds me of my first kind of "home" you know?"
"First? What do you mean, first? You only got one home", Dean said confused as they sat down at a table in the corner. Castiel was about to answer, as a waitress walked up to them to take their orders. She looked at Castiel and asked him what he was going to get - to which Cas only began to stutter. He didn't even look at the menu yet. Dean noticed Cas being nervous as he took over.
"Um, one chocolate frappé, no cream - a vanilla frappé with that new cinnamon topping you got - and two french toasts." Dean gave the waitress a quick smile to which she blushed. She noted everything on a tiny notepad and walked off.
"thank you, but I don't really liked chocola-"
"I know. That's why i got you the vanilla one", Dean interrupted him.
"What do you mean, you know?" Cas asked confused.
"Well, you don't look like a chocolate-guy. When i look at you i'm thinking about 'oh damn, that's one fine vanilla-boy'"
Castiel laughed.
"What?", Dean laughed too. "I don't know Dean. You seem so familiar. Like I've known you for way longer than just a week."
"Soooo.. here you go. One vanilla cinnamon for you - and a chocolate frap for you Dean sweetheart", she said as she placed the drinks on the table - giving Dean a flirtatious smile & a quick wink.
"Thank you, Lisa", Dean said, as the waitress - who seemed to be named Lisa - walked off.
"You know each other?"
"Um, yes. She's my ex girlfriend actually. We just broke up. I mean - i broke up. She's not over it and kinda wants me back, i don't know", Dean explained.
Castiel nodded and sipped on his frappé. "How's it?", Dean pointed at Cas' drink with his own straw. "was a good choice. I'mma go for that one more often"
"You plan on going here again?", Dean asked.
"Yeah, probably. But I'm living kind of outside of the town so it'll take me longer to get here."
"Maybe we both can get here more often. Like, after school sometime? My baby is better than taking the bus", Dean offered.
"I'd love to. But i guess i'm off school later than you on most days."
"I'd wait for you. The most of my free time I'm on the football field training anyway", Dean shrugged.
A little yawn escaped Deans mouth as they both had already finished their drinks. "Um, I think i should go now Dean, Anna is probably waiting"
"Sorry - wait wait, no I'll give you a ride. I'm just tired I'm sorry", Dean said, to which Castiel nodded.
******
"I'd love to see you again Castiel. If you got any issues at school, just call me alright?" Dean said as Cas got out of the Impala.
"I don't have you number Dean"
"Oh crap yeah - wait, gimme your phone", Dean said and Cas handed him his unlocked phone.
Dean saved his number on Castiel's phone and handed it back to him. "Here you go, I'll see you tomorrow, Castiel"
"Cas."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Call me Cas"
