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Dean wasn’t nervous. Absolutely not. It was ridiculous to even think that he might be nervous, considering the circumstances. It just wasn’t often he went to dinner with guys he’d already slept with. And he never went to dinner with guys who had tied him up and… Well, he didn’t go out to dinner with guys that often.
But still, he’d changed his shirt twice, and his boots had needed to be polished anyway. Cas had said the place was casual, but Dean had worn his good jeans. And he left early to make sure he was on time. Luckily, Sam had gone into the office to catch up on some of the stuff he missed so Dean had ducked any awkward questions.
Cas’s idea of a ‘casual’ place still had white tablecloths and candles on the table. Dean felt a little awkward as he approached the hostess.
“Hi. Uh, I’m meeting someone here, but I’m a little early--“
“Hello, Dean.” Dean turned and Cas was right behind him. Cas looked a bit sheepish. “I was a bit early as well.”
The hostess smiled at them like they were a pair of kittens she’d like to pet. “I can seat you now, if you would like.”
She let them to a corner booth and handed them menus.
Dean wiped his palms on his jeans. “So,” he asked. “Come here often?”
“As often as I can,” Cas replied. “This is one of my favorite restaurants. Though not usually for dinner.” He picked up the wine list. “Would you like to share a bottle of wine?”
Dean wasn’t that big of a wine drinker, but he didn’t want to say no. “Sure, uh, whatever you like.”
When the waiter arrived with water, Cas asked for the ‘2009 Mondavi Cabernet’, which sounded expensive. Dean gulped down his water.
The waiter left and a rather awkward silence descended on them. Dean racked his brain for something to say. They had spent a whole weekend together and never really been at a loss for words. But then, that had been when he was Mike and Castiel was Jimmy, and a lot of those words had been “Yes”, and “Oh, God”, and “Please”. And yeah, that was not what he needed to be thinking about right now.
He glanced up to meet Cas’s eyes, and suddenly they both were speaking at once.
“So, what’s good---“
“How’s Sam--“
They both stopped. Silence threatened to descend again and Dean forced himself to laugh.
“I feel pretty weird.”
“Don’t,” Cas said. “I haven’t been on many first dates, but I figure this is what one should feel like.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Is this a first date?”
“I think so.”
“That’s too bad.”
Cas looked confused at that, but before he could say anything the waiter came back with the wine. Dean had to watch the whole complicated process of the uncorking, sniffing, and tasting before the wine was deemed acceptable and poured and they were left alone again.
Cas turned back to him. “Why is it too bad?”
Dean tasted the wine. It was pretty good. “Oh, I was just thinking it was too bad this was our first date, because you aren’t supposed to put out on a first date.”
Cas choked on his swallow. Dean wanted to smack himself in the face. Why on earth would he bring that up?
But Cas, once he cleared his throat, laughed out loud. “That is true, but I believe you’re worth the wait.”
Dean blushed. Somehow, conversation got easier after that. In fact, they were talking so much, when the waiter came by to take their order, they hadn’t even looked at their menus. Dean went with the standard spaghetti and meatballs. Cas ordered something Dean couldn’t pronounce, which turned out to be some kind of rolled up meat, topped with sauce and thin slices of ham.
“It’s prosciutto,” Cas said.
“Bless you,” Dean responded.
Cas laughed again. Maybe a bit harder than the lame joke had warranted, but he had a great laugh.
They talked all the way through coffee and tiramisu.
When the check came, Cas grabbed it.
“Let’s split it,” Dean offered.
“No way.” Cas tucked his credit card into the folder and handed it to the waiter. “I asked, so I pay.”
“Is that how it works?” Dean smiled. “Okay, how about we go to the movies next week?”
“I’m free on Tuesday.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up this time.”
Dean walked Cas back to his car. Cas swayed towards him and asked, very seriously, “Do you kiss goodnight on a first date?”
“I…I can make an exception.” Dean closed the last few inches and sealed their mouths together. It was a nice kiss. Very nice, warm and soft and way too short. Dean may have moaned softly as Cas broke away.
He opened his eyes to meet Cas’s.
“I’ll see you on Tuesday, Dean,” Cas rumbled, before stepping away to get into his car.
“Tuesday,” Dean repeated with a smile.
***
Tuesday was nice. The movie was some overly plotted crime drama, but Dean and Cas had plenty of fun dissecting it over a plate of nachos and a few beers afterwards at the pub down the street. There was another, longer wetter kiss when Dean dropped Cas off back at his place, but there was no invitation to come up.
Dean wondered if he was being told off, or if they were adhering to the ‘third date rule’ he’d always heard about.
Sadly, their third date turned out to be Cas dropping by Dean’s work with some sandwiches and sodas when he was stuck working late. They ate them sitting in Dean’s car, chatting and listening to the radio.
“What are you doing Friday night?”
Cas smiled ruefully. “I promised Gabriel I would help him sort through some of the boxes from his old house.”
Yikes. Helping your brother sort through his dead wife’s things. That didn’t sound like fun. Before he could say anything else, Cas asked, “Are you free Saturday night?”
“I have to work. And then I promised Sam we’d hit the gym and get dinner afterwards. It’s just we haven’t hung out in a while--“
“No, no I understand,” Cas cut him off.
Dean wondered if they were never going to get their schedules together enough to get back into bed, and if this fledgling…thing they had going was going to fizzle out and die. Part of him wanted to suggest the back seat now, but before he could open his mouth, Caleb came out and banged on the trunk, startling both Dean and Cas.
“Yo, Dean! We need help. The lift’s jammed and I don’t think Adam secured the wheels on that pickup.”
“Crap, gotta go.” Dean jumped out of the car. “Hey” He turned back to Cas even as he walked back to the building. “Gimme a call Friday if you need to talk. I know that shit’s gotta be heavy.”
He thought he heard Cas say “Thank you,” but he was already running inside.
***
Cas didn’t call on Friday night, and Dean tried hard not to wonder why.
Saturday evening, he and Sam hit the gym and grabbed some burgers, and he was sufficiently distracted by Sam’s freak-out about an email he got from an ex-girlfriend. Dean had always liked Jessica Moore, and she had decided to move back to San Francisco.
Sam was insisting they were ‘just friends’ now, but he didn’t have too many friends that he couldn’t stop talking about. Or friends he could spend an entire Saturday night debating with himself about the best way to answer her email. But it was a nice night. Dean was only required to listen quietly and Sam was so distracted he didn’t even bitch about Dean eating all his fries.
Sunday afternoon, Dean was lying around watching football when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Cas.
Are you working today?
Dean got a strange flutter in his stomach. He texted back “Off untl tues”. Should he ask Cas to go out tomorrow? His phone beeped again.
Would you like to come over tonight?
Dean read the text twice, then dropped the phone trying to reply. Should he offer to bring food?
Wnt me to pck anythg up?
I believe I have everything we’ll need.
Cas had to be messing with him. Because really?
What time?
Whenever you like.
Two hours?
Dean was already upstairs throwing some clothes into an overnight bag when his phone buzzed with the reply.
Park in the garage. The code is 954521.
***
As Dean pulled up to Cas’s high rise, the nervous feeling was back in his stomach. Part of him felt like he was back in Stinson Beach at the condo complex, but that was just stupid.
After securing his car in the basement garage, he managed to get himself into the elevator and to Cas’s floor without any freak outs.
Cas opened the door right away and ushered Dean inside. Dean let out a low whistle as he took in the apartment. There was a living room, fitted out with leather furniture, with a clear wall on one side, showing a spectacular view of the bay and the mountains beyond.
He walked over the plush carpeting to it, peering out at the darkening sky.
“That’s awesome. You can totally see--“
A hard grip on his shoulder, and he was spun around, his back slamming into the wall. Cas’s mouth was on his, a hard demanding kiss that made Dean feel weak at the knees. As soon as it was over, Cas dropped to his knees in front of him and began pulling at Dean’s belt.
“Oh, God.” Just the sight of Cas kneeling with his hands pulling at Dean’s clothes had Dean’s dick was at full attention in 0.2 seconds. Cas quickly had him free from the restraints of denim and cotton and swallowed him down. His mouth was hot and wet, in sharp contrast to the cold at Dean’s back.
Cas kept him off guard, alternating heavy suction with light teasing licks, his hands firmly groping Dean’s thighs, lightly tracing across his stomach or tugging at his hips. He brought Dean to the edge twice, pulling off at the last moment to drop quick kisses on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean felt worshiped, cherished. His head fell back and hit the clear wall with a dull thump.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Cas.”
The sound of his name seemed to spur Cas on. His hands squeezed Dean’s hips tight. His tongue prodded at the slit, before gliding down and taking Dean deep in his throat. Dean glanced down to see Cas’s bright blue eyes studying his face. And that was it. Dean couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He was barely able to choke out a warning as the spasms ripped him inside out. When he managed to regain control of his eyelids, Cas was standing in front of him again, wiping his mouth. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dean slurred, still unsteady. He hoped that glass, or plasteel, or whatever the wall was made of was secure since it was the only thing keeping him vertical.
“Maybe since that stupid party.” Cas tucked Dean back into his jeans.
“Urgh,” Dean moaned. “That freaking party. You scared the hell out of me.”
Cas laughed and kissed him again. This time it was slower and soft. He pulled back. “Are you hungry?”
“Sure. Wait a minute.” Dean pulled Cas back to him and stroked a hand down the front of Cas’s pants. “What about you?”
Cas grabbed his wrist and kissed him again. “I can wait. I’m afraid dinner won’t.” He led Dean into the kitchen. Cas had made some kind of baked pasta with turkey and sun-dried tomatoes. It was delicious. He also had a six pack of Dean’s favorite beer in the fridge. They ate at the coffee table. Dean entertained Cas with Sam’s freak-out over Jess’s email, and Cas told him about Friday night with Gabriel.
“We went through 15 boxes and three bottles of wine,” Cas confided. “But I think we got through most of the hard stuff. Their college stuff, wedding album, photos and her jewelry. I think most of the rest of it can be donated.”
“I’m sure he was glad you were there.”
“He was. Luc even came by and helped for a while. And he usually runs from any kind of emotional stuff…”
They were sitting awful close on the couch, and Dean couldn’t help leaning over and pressing his lips to Cas’s. Cas moaned, inched closer and caught Dean’s wrist in one hand, the other going to the back of Dean’s neck.
Before long, Cas was sprawled out on top of Dean, his fingers rubbing through Dean’s hair. Dean’s hand’s were roaming over Cas’s back, rubbing and pressing on the tight muscles of his shoulders.
What got to Dean was the complete lack of urgency. It was slow and relaxed, like they had all night, which in fact, they did.
Dean had no idea how long they had been sprawled there when Cas pulled away and said, “I never did give you the tour, did I?”
“Well.” Dean leaned up to kiss him again. “I’ve seen this room.” He kissed Cas again. “And the kitchen.”
“That only leaves the bathroom.” Another kiss. “And my bedroom.”
“I can’t wait to see the bedroom,” Dean said earnestly.
Cas laughed and pulled him to his feet. “Right this way.”
***
Dean woke on soft sheets to a rumbling bed companion. He sat up to look at the clock. 8:30. He had the day off, but he was pretty sure Cas needed to get to work, so he rolled over and gently shook the other man’s shoulder.
“Cas? Cas…I think you need to get up.”
Cas opened his eyes and blinked up at him. “Good morning, Dean.”
“Morning.”
Cas rolled over and looked at the clock. He laughed. “I am so late.”
“Do you want me to go?” Dean raised his eyebrows.
“Not at all.” Cas rolled over to Dean and wrapped his arm around him. “I just need you to give me a moment.” He pressed his lips to Dean’s, then rolled back and sat up. Snatching up the portable phone on the bedside table, he dialed and pressed it to his ear.
“Becky…No, I’m fine. I’m going to be late today…No, no, nothing’s wrong, I just…” Dean could hear the smile in Cas’s voice. “I just had a bit of a late start this morning. Cancel my nine o’clock and have Luc or one of the associates take the consult at 10. I’ll be in by 11.” Cas rubbed his eyes. “ Thank you.” He hung up the phone and collapsed back on the pillows.
“Problem?” Dean asked.
“No problem.” Cas rolled on top of him. “But I think she was about to send out a search party.”
Dean laughed and then moaned as their hips lined up. “So, we got time for another round?”
“At least.” Cas’s mouth met Dean’s for a long messy kiss. “Maybe two.”