Promises Made, Promises Kept |DESTIEL|

Chapter Two

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"Good morning, Cas," Dean greeted as he stepped up to the counter. Cas didn't try to hide his grin as he responded, "Good morning, Mr. Smith."

"You know, you can call me Dean." The alpha reminded him. Cas smiled flirtatiously, winking at the older man. "Don't pretend you don't like it." Dean smirked.

"How was the rest of your day yesterday?" He asked, studying the omega's face.

Cas blushed, "It was actually pretty amazing."

"Oh, really?" Dean murmured, arching an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"

"Yeah, lunch was... Lunch was really great," Cas admitted. Dean looked smug, and Cas couldn't help himself. A mischievous smirk settled on his features as he said, "I mean, I had a really delicious hot dog."

Dean scowled, but there was humor in his eyes. "Oh, so it had nothing to do with who you ate with?"

Cas's smile turned content as he said, "Yeah, the company was pretty amazing."

The alpha hummed approvingly. "So, I was thinking maybe tomorrow night?" He licked his lips, and Cas's eyes were drawn to the small movement.

"Tomorrow night?" He asked distractedly, and Dean smirked.

"Our date?" The alpha reminded him. Cas's eyes widened.

"Right! Yeah, tomorrow night would be perfect," He agreed. Dean grinned, "Awesome. I was thinking like around seven?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. Um, what should I plan on wearing?" Cas asked, suddenly worried. He didn't own anything really nice, so if they went somewhere expensive, he knew he'd be underdressed.

"Clothes?" Dean sounded perplexed by the question, and Cas rolled his eyes.

"Great, so I'll just wear my scuba suit, then."

"Uh, no! Just, anything will work. We're not going anywhere too fancy," Dean promised, and Cas smiled gratefully.

"Good. Uh, let me give you my cell number in case something comes up." Cas pulled a grande-size cup from the stack and wrote dean's order on it, along with his own phone number.

"Don't worry; nothing's going to come up," Dean assured him as he paid for his drink.

"I certainly hope not," Cas murmured.

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Cas paced his bedroom, glaring at the pile of clothes on his bed. He walked over to the closet and pulled out another shirt, started to put it on, then sighed and threw it on the growing pile on the bed. Right then, Balthazar passed the doorway to his room, whistling happily, then drew up short.

"What the hell happened in here?" He asked, eyes wide as he took in the disaster. Clothes covered every surface, the drawers and closet doors were flung open, and Cas was looking around wildly.

"Dean's going to be here in twenty minutes, and I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to wear!" Cas growled, running a hand over his eyes. Balth grinned.

"Cassie, are you actually...worrying about your appearance?" He asked, his delight obvious in his tone.

"Yes, okay? I'm freaking out." He turned to Balth, eyes desperate. "Please! Help me!"

"I don't know. I mean, aren't you the on who's always going on about clothing being a temporal distraction in the vast uncertainty of the universe?" Balth asked. Cas glared at him. Balthazar rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I'm such a softie." He walked over to the bed and pulled out a blue sweater from the middle of the pile. "This one looks good on you."