November 17th 2012
Diner
7:19 A.M.

Much to Dean's disappointment Cas had to refuse his offer. The car ride was quiet until halfway through the ride Dean set his hand on Cas's thigh.

"What're you doing?" Cas asked him.

"What does it look like?" He answered simply.

"Why have you been touching me like this lately?" I mused.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes searching, "Because I l- . . . I'm horny Cas." He stated.

"Well just blurt it right out now, why don't you." I shouted.

"Dude, why are you yelling?" He asked, looking at me like I was a madman.

"YELLING? YELLING, I'M NOT YELLING, NOPE!" I said, feeling sweat drip down my face.

"Angel, I don't mean this to be rude but . . . what the fuck?" Dean said.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm nervous." I admitted, looking down at his hand.

"Castiel, why the hell are you always so anxious?" He asked, moving his hand up and down my thigh. When I tensed up he laughed a little.

"I'm new to this." I admitted.

"How old are you?" He asked me, patting my leg lightly and taking my hand instead.

"I'm . . . twenty-seven." I said shyly.

"Twenty fucking seven! Cas have you lived in a cave your entire life?! How has an attractive man like yourself not get laid once or twice at least?" He said, exasperated.

"I don't know Dean, but how old are you?" I asked him.

"Me? I'm twenty-five." He answered.

After that it was silent. We drove with our fingers entwined until we parked in the lot of a restaurant named "Diner." He pulled his hand away from mine and swiftly exited the car. We both walked through the double door and greeted the host.

"Hi, table for two?" She asked us.

"Oh no, I'm meeting two other guys, my brother and his . . . friend." He said, hesitating for a second.

"Mr. Moose and Sweet-Tooth over there?" She said, pointing to a table where surely enough Sam and some other guy was sitting with him.

"Uh yeah, that would be them." He said, thanking her and grabbing my hand again as we walked over to the booth where Sam sat with "Sweet-Tooth" as the hostess called him.

Dean slipped into the seat next to his brother as "Sweet-Tooth" spun around and fretted me.

"Oh hey Castiel! What a pleasant surprise." He said with a sickly sweet smirk upon his familiar face.

Finally it clicked, "G-Gabriel?"

(Sorry it is so short, I'm publishing Chapter 7 in a few hours.)