Fallen

Chapter Three

Later that evening, Dean stands in the pantry for ten minutes straight, trying to decide what he is going to cook up.

"Sammy!" He yells out and his brother comes running downstairs straight away.

"Thank god, I am so hun-" Sam stops, his face falling. "Where's the food?"

"You good with having mac n' cheese?"

Sam pulls a face, "We've had that for the past week, Dean. I can't believe you haven't even started cooking."

"Stop whining and lend me some of your money so I can go buy us an average meal."

"What happened to the money Uncle Bobby gave you?"

"Sam, I'm seventeen years old, you're thirteen. While you spend your money on candy and barbie dolls, I need my money for important stuff. Teenager stuff."

Sam shoots him a glare. "I don't spend my money on barbie dolls."

"Shut up, Sam."

Sam groans, runs upstairs and comes back with a twenty dollar note. "This is all I'm giving you. Dinner better be fucking good."

"Hey! Watch your language!" Dean scowls as he grabs the money.

"Wonder who I get it from." Sam mumbles as Dean turns for the door.

Dean drives to the Gas-N-Sip store down the road. He stands inside looking at the menu for approximately two minutes until he decides that this is the cheapest, greasiest place to buy takeaways at. Not to mention the service is terrible. There isn't even anyone at the counter. Dean turns to walk out the door when a familiar voice stops him.

"I'm so sorry! I was needed out the back and I...Dean?"

Dean turns around, completely shocked, but he can't resist the massive smile on his face when he sees Castiel standing there holding a big box full of jars of peanuts. "Cas, what a surprise."

What is also a surprise is how Dean's thoughts immediately go to 'he looks so cute in his work uniform'. Cas is wearing a blue vest over-top a long-sleeved white shirt and as ridiculously dorky the whole outfit is, he still looks adorable. 

"How may I help you, Dean?" He smiles and for a second Dean almost thinks he looks nervous.

Dean looks at the menu again and frowns at the lack of options but it is way too late to back out of buying anything now. He asks for three scoops of hot chips, some beef jerkey and a pack of menthols. He has to put in some of his own money for it as the twenty dollars Sam gave him isn't enough, but he doesn't mind too much.

"Hey Cas, you want to stop by my place after work for a beer?"

Cas raises an eyebrow while he packs the hot chips into a paper bag. "You're underage and we've got school tomorrow."

Dean rolls his eyes. "One beer. Come on man, it'll be fun."

Cas looks extremely hesitant, but he gives in quickly. "Fine," he prints a receipt for Dean and writes down his cell phone number on it. "Text me your address and I'll be there at 8:30."

Dean grins, pleased with himself. "I might even let you have some more pie." He winks. Am I flirting?God, what am I doing-

"I'm looking forward to it." Cas smiles and hands Dean the food and cigarettes. "It will be nice to get to know you."

Dean blushes at that statement, breaking the gaze that is going on between him and the older boy standing opposite him. 

"Yeah..I'll see you soon then, Cas." He waves and starts to turn for the door.