The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

16.

A cinema is an easily controlled environment. One way in, one way out. Low lighting. With a hat, scarf and a bucket of popcorn held in front of his face there was little risk Dean would be recognised in a dinner time session. And Castiel totally did not select this venue for their date because it was showing a rerun of Dean's favourite horror film based on intel from Sam. The way Dean clung in close and laughed and squeezed Castiel's hand to make him understand the jokes in the ridiculous thing was certainly not a reward for Castiel's strategic planning. They debated the fight scenes on the way out, Castiel logically breaking down each fight sequence and discussing how the movements could have been directed more realistically. Dean launched into a long winded rant about omega victim tropes and how the film portrayed social inequity. Which admittedly was somewhat lost on Castiel, he could focus on nothing except how blindingly sweet Dean's passion was and how his hair smelled of buttered caramel popcorn.

They walked out of the cinema like a real couple, Dean's hand in the crook of Castiel's arm, shoulders rubbing together. The people who passed them unperturbed by the candy cane and butterscotch thickness of their scents wafting together in a thick cloud of happiness. Never mind the handsome alpha was listening to the rose cheeked omega recommend a range of practical initiatives to take in the event of a home invasion. If Castiel scanned their surroundings constantly out of habit and caution, Dean walked freely like a man without much else on his mind except to smile indulgently at his date. There was a busker on the street corner playing a harrowing viola rendition of of an old song and Dean stopped suddenly like the strings had ensnared his soul. So Castiel stood with him, taking his trench coat off and draping it over Dean's shoulders to shelter him from the wind. Dean turned his head and softly sang the words into Castiel's ears

_Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try_

Dean's voice seeped into Castiel's soul, like melted butter into floppy bread. Castiel felt a little drunk already and they hadn't even gotten to the bar yet. The car Castiel decided to use for the evening was Charlie's a buttercup yellow beetle the cuteness of which made Dean laugh. Castiel drove, having memorised the route from the street directory and Dean sat humming along to the radio. He looked comfortable as he discarded his leather jacket in the warmth of the car's interior, the henley underneath was forest green and matched Dean's eyes. He was a little less clean shaven than usual and sitting next to him made Castiel feel smug and sad at once. It was like Dean was playing a part, something normal and sweet, something attainable.

Dean was all smiles and genial banter as they entered the bar. A cowboy themed dive place that served amazing burgers. Dean ate his Tombstone special (double bacon, double cheese, smoked peppers, death chilli sauce) with gusto, coyly wiping the corner of his mouth as an afterthought and laughing when he noticed Castiel staring. They argued about the ending of the movie, debating whether the characters had truly freed themselves of the ax wielding maniac. 

"So what do you like?" Dean asked as they nursed their beers. A pale ale for Dean and a ginger honey cider for Castiel. "I appreciate all the effort that's gone into taking me out and this place is awesome but what can I learn about you?"

Castiel inclined his head and pondered. "I'm not sure I have any personal information to share about me."

"You must do things in your own time, between jobs?"

"I have a green house and I keep bees."

"Awesome, do you grow like carnivorous plants and extract poison out of them or something?"