(A/N 2179 words, hope you can make it through without dying/ falling asleep.)

November 3rd 2012
Walmart
8:19 P.M.

Dean led the way through the store, Castiel on his heels. Dean went and grabbed eggs and a six pack of beer.

"Okay lets go Angel." Dean.

"'Kay." I mumbled.

"Quit sulking Cas, we will have fun I promise you Angel-Face." He paid and we walked out with our eggs and beer.

"That was exciting." I said sarcastically.

"Yup, are you ready to go home now?" He asked.

"Wait what?! You ask me on a date which I fucking dressed up for in these nasty ass clothes and you bring me to Walmart to buy eggs and beer? Eggs and fucking beer Dean? What kind of date is-" I said being cut off.

"Castiel, it was a joke. A joke, calm your tits I'm not done yet." He said pulling back out onto the highway as I watched the trees passed by quickly. After about twenty minutes he pulled the car over into a small foresty area.

"Alright Cas, wanna know what we're going to do now?" Dean asked, raising and eyebrow.

"What." I answered.

"Okay so this is my ex-girlfriend's house." He said, smirking. I flinched and said, "Okay . . . ?"

"So we're going to egg the damn bitch's house." He said quietly getting out and closing the door. I copied him and followed his footsteps. He stopped subtly and I ran right into him, my nose hitting his shoulder bone hard.

"Ow! Shit Dean don't stop like that!" I exclaimed, grabbing my nose. He sighed and turned around.

"Sorry, move your hand out of the way." He directed me. I did as he asked and he rolled his eyes.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing, just give it a few minutes, you'll be fine." He said.

"Okay." I said. He walked to the front and opened one carton of eggs and handed it to me. He took the other one and opened it, keeping it for himself. He took two eggs and tossed them, both hitting her downstairs window.

"Come on Angel, throw a few." He said, nudging my arm gently.

"No, what if she catches us, then we'll be in trouble." I said, glancing around, wide-eyed and anxious.
Dean looked at me incredulously and threw four more, which each hit the other window.

"Well if you don't throw any then you are eating raw eggs for dinner Angel." He said smiling. I sighed and threw one, which landed in the bush in front of her house. I tried again, same thing happened. I tried once more and gave up.

"Alright Angel let the pro show his cute little apprentice how it's really done." He said. I watched his arm as he threw, nailing the upstairs window.

"Okay, I think I got this." I took one out and tried to copy Dean's example. Right when I threw the egg the front door opened and a woman in a pink robe stepped out. The egg flew and hit her right in the forehead.

"ATTABOY, HIT 'ER RIGHT BETWEEN EYES." Dean whooped, and he threw two more eggs, each hitting her in the face. The lady pushed the raw egg out of her face and took a look.

"Dean?" She asked.

"Shit! ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!" He yelled, running away, leaving me behind. I couldn't move, I was frozen in place. I dropped the eggs and stood, looking at the woman on the porch as she went disappeared and reappeared with a phone.

"Dammit Cas!" I heard Dean say as he ran in and picked me up. After he grabbed me and jogged me over to his car and threw me into the passenger side as he hopped into the driver's seat and backed out of the foresty area and onto the road, where he rolled down the window and yelled, "BYE BITCH!" As he drove away cackling.

"Why did we have to egg her house again?" I asked.

"Why didn't you abort mission when I commanded you too." He snapped back. I just laughed, eventually he joined me too. He were laughing our asses off as he pulled into a diner's parking lot.

We went inside and ate dinner, making the whole thing worth it. I told him about myself, he told me about him. After we finished eating we got back in the car.

"One last stop."  Dean told me.

"Where?" I asked.

"Oh you'll see." He said, yet again.

~~~~~

Dean parked the Impala on top of a hidden hill just outside the city boundaries. He grabbed the beers and headed out, taking a seat on the hood of the car. I got out hesitantly and took a seat about a foot away from Dean. He grabbed two beers from the packaging offering me one. I accepted it with a thank you. He cracked his open, taking a sip. He let out a satisfied 'ahh' and looked at me. I stayed looking at the beer in my hand that I had yet to open.

"Well what are you waiting for? The world to change? Well it ain't gonna happen anytime so buddy." Dean said reaching over and taking the beer from my hands and opening it, handing it back to me. I looked at it for a few seconds and then I though "Oh what the hell." and took three long gulps before setting it back down.

"Damn Angel, look at you go." Dean said, scooting about three inches closer and giving me a quick pat on the back.

"Yeah, I don't know what got into me I'm sorry." I said looking at the ground.

"Sorry for what, as far as I'm concerned you didn't do anything. You been cheatin' on me Angel?" Dean said jokingly. 

"Cheat on you? Dean we're not even dating, how the hell can I cheat on someone I'm not even dating?" I said, looking at the side of his face. He put his head down and read the label of his beer. 

"We aren't?" He asked.

"Uh, well, I am pretty sure you aren't unless you have been slipping in a few hints that I guess I'm not picking up." I told him.

"Angel I've been dropping hundreds of hints and you haven't been picking them up. Damn I thought you playing hard to get. Well I guess that makes it easier on my behalf." He said with a shrug. 

I thought about the first time we met, the second time we saw each other, how he asked me on a date, with a dude, and basically how this whole evening has been going so far.

"Oh. OH." I said, like an idiot. Dean was smiling at me from the side. 

So anyways the real question is . . . you queer?" He said with a mischievous smirk that suddenly seemed a hundred times more attractive then ever before. I mean sure I thought he was hella fine before but now, good lord did that boy have some nice features. 

"Are you?" He pressed on. I realized I had been staring creepily at his face for the past few minutes, just taking in his beauty.

"Dean, I-" 

"Here we go, here is where I get rejected." He said looking away from me.

"No! No Dean I wasn't rejecting you I was just going to . . ." I trailed off.

"You were going to what?" He asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"I was going to say I really don't know what queer means." I shamefully admitted.

Dean leaned his head back and let out a harsh laugh. "Castiel my cute little Angel, queer means gay." He said, amused. I felt my face heat up. Oh god, how do I answer, does he like me or something. Yes, yes he must to be asking such a question.

"Um, Dean, I need to just ask if this means I'm queer. I think you're . . . beautiful? Looking at you makes me happy I guess, especially when you smile because you're smile is just amazing. And wow, you have such amazing green eyes I wish you could just tell me a million stories because when you do you get so focused and you can see it in your eyes and I just think you are the most gorgeous man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." I finished abruptly, taking a look at Dean to see his reaction. To my surprise he was . . . crying?

"Wow Angel that was, very nice of you to say. I have really only been used before, ya know, for sex and such so it's just real nice to hear you say that." He said, wiping a tear from his right eye.

"No problem, it's nice to get it off my chest for once." I admitted, feeling like I could tell him anything.

"And to answer the question of your queerness I am going to go with, you are unicorns riding over rainbows with pretty hearts everywhere gay." He said, laughing through his tears.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." I said.

"You should because I think I'm riding a unicorn right there beside you." He said, scooting a few inches closer until we were touching, hip to hip, his leg resting on mine. I stiffened up and then relaxed a bit. I took a look at him as one single tear fell from his left eye. 

"You are the prettiest crier I have ever seen. You should see me, I get like an emotional snotty bad of sadness." I explained in an ugly way.

"I bet you would still be very attractive to me." He said leaning back and resting his head on the windshield of his car. I leaned my head back as well and put my hands over my head. 

"The stars are awesome." I sad, nerdily.

"Like you." He said. I gave him a funny look. "Sorry, sorry that was a really bad one, I promise I have some better ones up my sleeve just you wait." He said.

"Sure you do." I said, laughing a bit.

"I do honestly." He said propping himself on his elbow and facing me. Just then a shooting star passed by.

"HOLY SHIT DEAN DID YOU SEE THAT!" I said sitting up so fast that I felt a bit unstable. 

"Of course I did Angel, that's why  I brought you here to begin with." He said sitting up and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

"Really?" I asked him, seeing them reflect in his eyes. 

"Yeah really, are you enjoying yourself?" He asked me.

"Of course I am Dean! How could I not be?!" I exclaimed.

"I know, I can see it in your eyes." He said laughing and watching as another star made a streak across the sky. I laid my head on his shoulder, which was pretty comfortable.

"Then why did you ask?" I said, looking up to his face. 

"Because you are so fucking adorable when you are excited." He said looking down at me. Our lips were only a couple inches away and I felt extremely anxious. He leaned in closer and set his lips on my forehead. He rested them there for a few seconds then took them off looking at me, a blushy, lovesick mess. 

"And to see that." He said with a satisfied smirk. 

"To see what?" I asked him, already guessing what his answer was going to be. 

"The blushy Angel face." He said, pulling me closer and resting his shin atop my head.

"Oh shush, let's enjoy the stars while we can." I said, looking up at the stars.

"Anything you say Angel." He said, but instead of watching the beautiful night sky display he watched me and my child-like amusement.

We sat and watched the stars without a word for roughly the next three hours. Eventually after the stars stopped shooting across the sky we hastily separated and Dean picked up the case of beer, leaving our empty bottles among the bushes. I got into the car and fell asleep almost instantly. 

Soon enough Dean woke me up and told me that we were outside my house. I got out sleepily and fumbled with my pocket, getting the keys out. I heard Dean's door shut and a warm hand lean around me and pull out the keys quickly and swiftly. He put the key in the knob and unlocked the door for me and ushered me inside. When I stepped into the heated building I turned to face him and I instantly wrapped my arms around him, exactly the way we started the date, except fro this time he hugged me back instantly. I stayed, arms wrapped around his waist, face in his chest for what seemed like forever. 

Finally Dean pried me off him, still hold me in his arms, and said, "I hope you'll let me take you out again sometime." 

"I would love that." I said, smiling up at him. 

Once again he kissed my forehead and then he let me go, heading towards the door.

"Sleep tight Angel." He said then stepped out the door. I felt the cold wind brush against my face yet the spot where his lips touched stayed burning hot as if they were still there. 

I stood still until I heard the Impala pull away. After hearing it fade into the distance I locked the door and headed up the stairs to rest.