Destiel One-Shots

Story Twenty-Nine

A/N: So I had a request for a continuation of Story Sixteen, so here it is! Might want to go read that one before this one *shrugs*

Castiel hesitated. Was a week long enough to wait before calling Dean? Or would he seem needy? A week was long enough, he decided before pressing the send button on his phone.

He listened to the ringing and tried not to be anxious when it rang what seemed like too many times. Finally, finally, Dean picked up.

"Hello?" Castiel's stomach fluttered at the sound of Dean's voice.

"Hello, Dean. It's, uh, Castiel."

"Oh, hey, Cas," he said, his voice brightening.

"So, um, did you wanna... get together or something?"

"Sure, yeah." There was a pause. "Do you wanna, uh, go to Joe's Diner with me? Tonight?"

"Yeah. How does seven sound? I can pick you up at your brother's, if you want." Cas babbled. Talking to Dean made him nervous.

"Yeah, sounds good," Dean said, equally as nervous but hiding it better.

"Okay. Bye then."

"Bye."

They both hesitated a second before Cas finally hung up. Castiel took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him? He usually didn't get this flustered over making dates.

Across town, Dean sat in his apartment trying to decide what he would wear. He sifted through the contents of his dresser before coming up with a red, white, and black paid flannel, a black t-shirt to wear under it, and a pair of blue jeans.

Casual, he thought. Good for a first date.

Wait, date? Would this be a date? That was why Dean had left his number on the seat of that car, right? Yeah. Yeah, it was. But what if Cas thought it was something different? What if Cas didn't go for guys?

Dean shook his head to clear it of all his doubts and started to change his clothes, even though it was only 5:45. As Dean started to pull on the pair of pants, he realized he still had time for a shower, and decided to take one before getting dressed.

***

Castiel, on the other hand, threw his clothes in the washing machine and took a nap to make up for the hours he had lost being anxious about making a date with Dean.

***

Dean took an extra long shower, but it was still only 6:30 when he got out. He got dressed and decided to call Sam. He was, after all, supposed to be picked up at Sam's.

Sam answered his phone on the second ring.

"Hey, Dean. What's up?"

"Hey, Sammy. Could I come over? I have a date tonight and he's supposed to pick me up at your place," he said quickly.

"Wait, wait, slow down. You have a date. Okay, normal. But he's picking you up here, and he's a guy?"

"Yeah." Dean could hear a girlish giggle in the background.

"Uh, I have Jess over right now, it's not the best time." He sounded distracted.

"Oh, come on, Sammy, just this once?"

"Why don't you go pick her... uh, him, up?"

"Fine," Dean said curtly, hanging up.

This would mean another call to Castiel...

***

Castiel woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed blearily at his eyes and glanced down at the clock on his nightstand. His eyes widened: it was already 6:30.

He jumped out of bed and started to undress before he realized that his phone was still ringing. He tripped over his half-pulled-down pants and nearly fell but ultimately made it to the phone.

"Hello?" He said breathlessly.

"Hi, Castiel. It's me, Dean."

"Oh, hi, Dean. What's up?" He tried not to sound like he had just tripped across his house to his phone.

"My brother is busy, and I was just wondering if I could come get you instead."

"Oh," his sleepy brain tried to work out what Dean was proposing. "Oh, yeah, sure. I'll see you at seven?"

"See you then."

Cas hung up his phone and slowly walked to the washing machine to get his clothes, his pants dragging around his ankles. He sighed as he realized he had neglected to put his clothes in the dryer, and they were soaked with water.

He threw them in the dryer, but the clothes would take at least 30 minutes to dry, so Cas went back to his room to see if he had anything else to wear.

He dig threw his closet and tried to decide on the best thing to wear. Should it be more formal? Or casual? And what style? It's not like he had very much to choose from; he would usually just wear one of his many button-up shirts and a tie to match, and a pair of black slacks. Top it with a jacket and his trench coat over that, and that was his trademark outfit.

For a first date, though, he decided to go for a more casual look. He pulled on a pair of gray jeans, cringing at the unfamiliar feel of the denim against his legs.

He slipped into one of his plain white shirts and buttoned it. Over that, Cas put on a burgundy sweater that normally sat in the back of his closet. He adjusted the sweater so that the collar of his shirt stuck out and turned to his mirror.

It was a different look for him, but Dean would be there any minute and he had to be ready. He shook his hands nervously at the thought of going on a date with Dean and sat on the edge if his bed, trying to calm himself down.

He heard a knock at the door and sprung up to answer it.

"Hello, Dean," he said, his voice catching.

"Hey, Cas," Dean said, smiling a smile that seemed to light up the whole room. "Should we get going?"

Dean internally cursed himself for being so straightforward. Cas just looked so damn cute in that sweater, it was hard to say anything that sounded smooth.

"Yeah, sure," Cas said.

'Yeah, sure'?? Very articulate, Castiel, Cas thought.

As they walked down the path to Dean's car, Castiel reached his hand out and laced his fingers through Dean's, hoping he wouldn't pull away. Dean was relieved; it was a date.

And so, with smiles on their faces, the two men continued down the path, which would surely lead to something beautiful.

I love you guys. If you liked this, I might take this and Story Sixteen and make them into a separate book? My one-shots would come first though. Also please please please go listen to Touch Too Much by AC/DC I need someone to share this masterpiece with. Please. It would mean a lot to me. Anyway, this is Scarlett Oak, saying goodbye till next time you rooty tooty point n shooties. Don't forget to vote, as until next time, keep on keepin on!