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Day: Whatever
Dean knew he had to make a move.
It had been three months since the Coffee War had started. And eventually, even to him, the crush became obvious. Dean knew that he would go insane if he waited any longer, pining for Cas from tables away.
Dean often found himself staring at Cas and wondering what it would be like to hold his hand, or watch movies and read books together.
He began to dream too. Almost every morning he would wake up tangled in his bed sheets, a pair of electric blue eyes haunting him.
So today Dean would finally declare his love for his rival... or that was what he kept telling himself, at least.
He got out of the Impala, wringing his hands as he walked into the cafe. Cas was standing in line for the register, a bored expression on his face. Dean jumped in line next to him. He felt bad about cutting in line, but knew that he would lose confidence if he waited.
It was now or never.
Cas’ eyes were already locked with his own. “Dean?”
His face burned. “Heya, Sunshine. I—um... I have come to a conclusion.”
Cas frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “And what exactly have you concluded?”
Dean let a groan slip past his lips. This was so embarrassing! What if Cas laughed at him, or worse, never wanted to talk to him again??? He was already waiting for Dean to continue, head tilted to the side. There was no going back now...
Dean’s voice shook. “I-I don’t know how to say this. I—argh— am willing to lose the Coffee War.”
Cas’ frowned. “You are letting me win? Just like that???”
He shook his head. At this point Gabriel had shushed his current customer, leaning over the counter to hear what he had to say. Dean coughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll let you win, but on one condition...”
He rose an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes?”
“You get a drink with me.”
It took a moment for his rival to react. At first he just seemed confused. “You want to get a.... OH!!!”
Cas gasped, His eyes blown wide. He repeated Dean’s words, as if trying to translate it. “You want to get a drink with me.”
Dean averted his gaze from Cas, biting his bottom lip. What the hell was the thinking!? Of course Cas was going to refuse! He rambled, tripping over his words in an embarrassed stupor. “No, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! I was just hoping that we could—
“Yes.”
—Go get drinks, since.... wait, what???”
Cas continued, a smirk on his face. “I suppose I would be willing to sacrifice an evening to win the Coffee War.”
Dean scoffed. “Really? That’s why you accepted???”
Castiel shrugged, pulling out a phone from his trench coat pocket. He held it out for Dean to take. “Put your number in.”
Dean snatched it, glaring spitefully at Cas. After firing a quick message to himself, he shoves the phone back into the professor’s hands. Cas reacts with a low chuckle, sending chills down Dean’s spine. “I guess I will you be seeing you later tonight, then?”
Dean grimaced, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.
Cas grins. “I will pick you up. Does seven work?”
He nods, crossing his arms and sticking his bottom lip out. “Fine, whatever.”
Before he can continue, the phone rings. Castiel frowns down at a text before looking back up. “I am sorry we have to cut this short, but I have a student in need of assistance.”
He gets out of line, winking at Dean as he walks out of the cafe.
It takes about a minute for it all to sink in.
Dean had asked Cas out on a date... and he accepted.
———
Dean paced his living room, running a hand through his hair.
He was going out with Cas.
He was going out with Cas!!! How did this even happen?
Dean glanced over at the clock on his wall, stomach dropping when seeing the time.
Cas would be here any moment!
Fuck—what if Dean does something wrong? What if he messes up somehow and ruins everything? It was a miracle that Cas even accepted!
He practically has a heart attack when the doorbell rings. Maybe if he jumped out of the back window and ran into the forest—
Dean shakes his head at the thought, biting his lip as he walks over to the door. He opens it, eyes meeting blue.
“Heya, Cas.”
“Dean.”
His eyes drag across Cas’ body. He had ditched the trench coat and jacket, now only wearing a dress shirt and pants. If it was anyone else, Dean would have thought they were overdressed.
But Cas wasn’t just anyone.
Dean’s face burns when he sees the amused expression on Cas’ face. He was smirking, as if he had been able to read his thoughts.
So, of course, Dean scowls. “Let’s go.”
He nods, following Dean down the driveway and into the car. Dean glances in backseat, spotting a familiar book bag. “Did you drive here straight from work?”
Cas nodded, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yes. I would have gone home before coming here, but Claire and I got into another heated debate.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah? What about?”
Cas visibly shudders. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
A comfortable silence falls over them for a few minutes, and Dean listens to the music on the radio. They get to a bar shortly after. Cas holds the door open for Dean, a tiny smile on his face.
He grimaces when his heart skips a beat. Why did he have to be such a sap!
Dean steps inside the bar and finds a table, Cas close behind.
At first they talk about small stuff, work and the whether. As the night progressed, the conversation changed.
Cas rambles about his family, going into detail about his experience as the youngest of four children. Dean laughs when Cas tells him about the prank wars he had gotten into. It is evident by the end of his story that he was going easy on Dean in their Coffee War.
After prompted by Cas, Dean retells some of his own childhood stories. He reminisces over his and Sammy’s experience on growing up on the road, both his parents having jobs in the army.
It is late in the night when they are walking back up the steps to Dean’s home. He turns around to face Castiel, a shy smile on his face. “I guess you won the Coffee War then, huh?”
Cas offers Dean a smug smile. “I guess I have, haven’t I?”
A million thoughts raced in his head. What was next? Did Cas actually like him back, or did he do all of this just to win? Would they ever see each other again?
Cas breaks the silence. “May I take you on another date, Dean?”
Relief overwhelms him. Cas really likes him!
He grins when he speaks. “On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“Kiss me.”
Before his brain could process what was happening, lips are pressed against his. Dean’s eyes flutter shut and he feels himself kissing back, lips locking and sliding against Castiel’s. His hands instinctively moved to his partner’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer.
They break contact an eternity to soon. Cas’ face is a bright shade of red when he takes a step back. He fumbles over his words. “I—uh—I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Dean nodded. “Goodnight, Sunshine.”
He chuckles at the gummy smile Cas wears as he drives off, heart racing.
Dean might have lost the Coffee War, and he couldn’t have been happier.
~The End~