One hundred, and eighty nine caffeinated beverages later, I was finishing up my shift at 3 o'clock on the dot.
I wouldn't admit out loud that I was excited, but I was pretty damn excited. I haven't had anyone over to my apartment since the time Meg showed up at my front door asking for a job; Which was over a year ago.
As I was cleaning myself up in the break room, Meg walked in. Her face said what she was going to say before she even put it into words.
"Soo, Castiel. What are you in a rush for?" She teased, but I knew she already knew why.
"Don't give me that, Meg, I know you saw me leaving the café yesterday with Dean. And, it's not what you think." I explained.
"Oh, I'm so sure it's not what I think. But, then why are you actually leaving work on time again? Just because or do you have a date with a special you-know-who?" She smirked.
I rolled my eyes, and headed to exit the room. "Whatever. See you Monday."
"Have fun on your date!" Meg yelled after me, a sugary sweet smile on her lips.
"It's not a date!" I yelled back, shutting the door behind me before she could say anything else.
I rubbed my face with my hands as I walked over to Dean's usual table. I hoped my cheeks weren't too red from that handful of embarrassment.
When I got to Dean's table by the window, my heart dropped.
It was empty.
I felt my chest squeeze as I tried to reassure myself.
He probably just had to use the bathroom...
I swore I saw him walk in this morning and order his usual coffee...?
Maybe he didn't think I was serious when I invited him for dinner.
Or maybe, he's just an asshole.
Frustrated, I stormed out of the café. I knew he was probably joking when he thought it would be cool to eat dinner at my house. I mean, I don't really blame him. I wouldn't want to eat dinner at my house either, I guess...
I just thought I knew the guy. I thought we were actually getting somewhere.
As I walked down the sidewalk to my apartment, I tried to hold back tears. I knew it would be dumb to cry over such a foolish thing, but damn, did it hurt. This is rejection at it's finest.
When I was busy blinking away the tears filling my eyes, an older, but beautiful, black car drove up beside me.
"Hey! Get in!" A husky voice called from the car. I glanced over, my eyes widening at the sight of Dean with a huge smile on his lips.
Without hesitation, I quickly ran around the car, and jumped into the passenger seat.
"I thought you left me," I admitted, once he started driving.
He glanced over at me with a silly smile on his face. "Why would I do that? That'd kinda be a dick move."
I shrugged, a smile plastered my face that I didn't even try to wipe off.
I gave him directions to my small apartment on the east side of town. It was a pleasant drive, and it only took about 20 minutes. And, I didn't even complain when Dean hummed along to an AC/DC song that came on the radio.
"Okay, so here it is," I said, when I unlocked the door to my apartment. Dean walked inside, and wondered around the small flat that was the kitchen, bedroom, and living area. As he wondered around my little apartment, I began cooking the dinner for us. I hope he won't mind a plain meal of grilled chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes.
He was silent the whole time as I cooked, just nodding once in a while, until he got to my 'living room'.
"Holy books," he breathed, carefully examining every one of the books on the selves.
"I like to read," I said, dumbly.
"I can see that," he laughed. "But, they are all, like... boring?"
I rolled my eyes, drying off my hands on a towel, and joining him by the book shelf. "They are not boring. I just like informational books better. I enjoy learning new things everyday."
"Uh-huh," Dean said, raising an eyebrow. He pulled a book off the self, and smirked. "'How To: Plan Dates'? Did you use this book to get me on this date, Cas?"
I felt my face heat up.
Oh, god. I hope it isn't too noticeable.
"You're blushing, Cas."
Dammit.
"I-I didn't-- no. This isn't a, uh, date." I stuttered, rubbing the back of my neck. This is embarrassing.
He lightly chuckled, placing the book of my embarrassment back on the shelf.
"I know, I'm just messing with ya." He winked, but I was too focused on getting my face to it's original color to notice.
"Sooo," Dean said, clasping his hands together. "What's for dinner?"

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"This is the best meal I've had in a long time," Dean moaned, shoveling another fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
I shrugged as I tried to hold back a smile. "It's nothing much, really."
He shook his head. "No, seriously. Thank you, a lot. It's not often I can actually sit down, and have a real meal."
I titled my head slightly, furrowing my eyebrows. Where could he have been that he couldn't even sit down and have an actual meal?
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Cas?"
"Where did you come from?"
"Don't start that," Dean said, softly.
"I'm serious." I insisted.
Dean swallowed the remaining food in his mouth, and hesitated before putting his fork down. He sat in silence, and stared down at his plate, as if deciding if he should tell me or not.
"It doesn't matter," he finally said.
"You can tell me," I urged, my eyes begging for his trust.
He sat in silence again, and cleared his throat before speaking.
"I think I should go," he muttered, and stood up from the table. "Thanks for everything, and all. But, I should go." He started walking towards the door, and with ever step he took, my heart broke even more.
"W-Wait!" I cried, and stood up from my chair so fast, I hit my leg on the top of the table. I cursed at myself for being so clumsy, and ran to the door before Dean could open it.
I stood with my back against the door, and faced Dean with pleading eyes. "Please, don't leave."
He ran a hand through his hair, his face flushed. "Cas, move."
"No, please. What's wrong?"
"I-I can't," he whispered, peering down at me. His green eyes weren't as piercing or vivid like they usually were. Now they were dull, and almost pale. It made my heart sink, what is causing him so much pain?
"Dean," I mumbled, reaching out to grab the sleeve of his leather jacket. "Talk to me."

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A/C: I liked writing this chapter, I'm not sure why...

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