Bingo!

Chapter 2 ~ Bingo and babies

Dean had been anxious all week to go back to the bingo hall. He had even wondered if he should go back by himself, but that wasn't an option. He didn't even know when Castiel would be working there.

Also, it could've just been how he reacted to every customer. Why should he be any different? He was only Dean freaking Winchester. (Apply sarcasm.exe)

So when it was Wednesday again, he went way above the speed limit to get to Mary's house, even though he had already asked if the could go half an hour earlier than last time. Mary had agreed, but from the tone of her voice she knew what was up.

When they got there, it was a bit quieter than last time. Dean quickly scanned the room for Castiel and Mr McLeod. They were both there, and both of them gave him pretty different types of facial expression when they saw him.

Castiel zoooomed straight over to them when he saw Dean, passing two other people waiting to get bingo cards. (Should I really be using the word straight?)

"Hello, sir, madam. Do you want some cards? Or do you want anything to drink," Castiel said.

"Oh, is Pierre not on today?" Mary asked.

"Nah. He's on a sick day," Castiel replied. "Food?"

"Uh, can I get a Budweiser? Please," said Dean.

"Same as last time? Ok," Castiel said, scribbling in a little notebook, and gave both of them a card.

"Wait, you noticed?"

"I notice lots of things... when I actually want to," Castiel replied. "Some things are just a bit too boring to actually pay attention to."

"Um, could I get a cider please?" Mary basically demanded that Dean and Castiel stopped talking, so that she could stay sane, and all. Even though sanity is sooooo overrated.

"Just, gimme a second and you'll have that, ok? Thank you," Castiel said. He (finally) walked over to another customer.

Dean turned back to Mary. She was smiling. "I swear, if you don't get together with him at some point..."

"Mom, jeez, keep that personal," Dean said. "Shhh the game's starting."

The same called as last week walked back on to the stage and behind her computer-machine- whstever-it's-actually-called, ready to call numbers. "Ok guys, everyone know the rules?"

This time everyone knew the rules, and they got on with the game. Mary won one this time, and then Dean won one. He saw Mr McLeod looking at him annoyedly.

Pretty soon Castiel came with their drinks, but he was trying to hide a little smile as he put them down. He walked off again.

"Is it just me or was he..." Mary said.

"Smiling? Yep," Dean said. He lifted up his glass to take a sip of his beer. Something white flapped around at the bottom, as fancy-schmancy air currents occured from the glass being lifted.

Dean lifted it up even higher so he could see what it was. It was a piece of paper.

Then he remembered he was still meant to be checking the board and the air-squiggles (sounds) for numbers. He looked at the board and back down at his card. He had 46 and 9, and he highlighted them off.

He went back to the beer, and peeeeeellled the moooiiist paper off the bottom, and turned it over.

The ink was kinda running cos it was so damp, but it was clearly a phone number.

Castiel. Had. Given. Dean. His. Number. As far as Dean could tell, the sky was shitting rainbows and farting unicorns, if Castiel had given Dean his number.