"What the hell, dude?" Dean groused as he slammed the trunk of the Impala shut.
"'What the hell' what?" Sam asked.
"Cas. He never showed. He always shows when we're ass deep in demons."
"Well, yeah, but he's probably mad at you," Sam said. He got into the Impala and buckled in. Dean got in after him and gave him a confused look.
"What is he mad at me for?"
"Because he confessed his love to you and you haven't responded."
"Uh, yeah, because I don't love him."
"That doesn't matter. You still need to talk to him. He poured his heart out to you and he's waiting for an answer."
"Wait," Dean said, eyeing his brother suspiciously. "Have you talked to Cas since then?"
"Yes," Sam said, suddenly looking out the window and twisting a lock of his hair nervously.
"What'd he say?"
"Nothing, nothing really..." Sam said, still not looking at his brother.
"No, he told you something. What'd he tell you?"
"Just that he wants... Well, it doesn't matter. You'd never do it anyway, so forget it. Let's just go back to the motel," Sam said, turning back to his brother with a fake smile plastered on his face.
"Just tell me what he wants," Dean said gruffly, getting annoyed by Sam's roundabout conversation.
"A date, Dean. He just wants to go on a date."
"No way," Dean said quickly. He started the car and stared intently at the road as he drove them back to the motel.
"It's not like he's going to start groping you the second you get into the car," Sam said, exasperated.
"Gross. I don't even want to think about that."
"I'm just telling you what he told me. He wants to have a date. The very least you could do is call him and talk to him."
Dean grumbled, low and deep in his throat, a sneer curling his lip. "Fine," he growled. "But you are not getting a front row seat this time. When we get back to the motel, you go find some coffee shop to drink mocha-latte girl drinks in."
Sam sighed with relief and smiled genuinely for the rest of the car ride home.
Back at the motel room, Sam left Dean alone, giving him a double thumbs up as he ducked out the door, closing it quickly when Dean lobbed a boot at him. Dean sighed, rubbing his fingers hard over the bridge of his nose as he was certain he felt a headache coming on just from thinking about the conversation he was going to have with Castiel in just a moment.
"Cas," he said after a big sigh. "I hope you're not in trouble, wherever you are. Could you come talk for a minute?"
"I'm here, Dean," Castiel said from behind him. Dean turned around slowly to look at the angel, as usual in his oversized trenchcoat and rumpled suit. His hair disheveled, and his cheeks carrying a day's growth of beard.
"Why didn't you come earlier?"
"I the situation from where I was, and deemed you and Sam were capable of handling the four demons alone," Castiel said. Of course, the only reason he was able to say that was because he'd covered the whole warehouse in sigils to help keep the Winchesters safe. Otherwise, he would have left them so vulnerable. It was the only way he would agree to Sam's plan. "Also, I did not want to see you until we had discussed our previous topic of conversation."
Dean cursed in his head that Sam had been right about why Castiel hadn't shown. He was starting to wish Cas HAD been in trouble, instead of just, this. Dean sat down on the couch. He needed to sit down for this conversation. Castiel remained standing, looking at him intently.
"Okay. Let's discuss our previous topic of discussion," Dean said wearily.
"Do you have a reply to my confession?"
Leave it to Castiel to get right down to the conversation, without any dancing around, when all Dean wanted to do was skirt around the topic, and stutter out some non-sense that no on would understand anyway.
"Yeah, I have a reply, but Cas, I don't think you're going to like it," Dean said, and knew immediately that he was right when Castiel's face fell a little bit, and disappointment filled his eyes.
"I suspected that you would not return my feelings, no matter how much time I gave you to think about it. But I was wondering if you would do me one favor," Castiel lifted his eyes again, and Dean saw a small glimmer of hope there. He tensed though, knowing exactly what Castiel was going to ask for, and now glad that Sam had given him a heads up about it beforehand.
"Yeah. I can do you a favor. What is it?"
"I would like to have a date with you."
"A date?" Dean asked, trying to act surprised when he heard Castiel's request.
"I promise I will not 'try anything'," Castiel said, using finger quotes.
"Uhm, well, you better not. But a date? Cas, I don't feel that way about you."
"I know. But I would like to experience a date with you just once, and then you can just forget the whole matter. I will never bring it up again."
"So, just a date? Like, dinner together?"
"And a movie," Castiel added quickly. "It is the American date standard."
"And no touching or... anything, right?"
"None. I promise," Castiel said, his eyes starting to light up with hope.
Dean looked warily at the angel standing before him, his eyes wide, innocent, and hopeful. He looked like a sad, hungry, lonely puppy, locked outside in the middle of a rainstorm, and Dean felt like he was in a position to either kick the puppy to the curb, or bring him inside.
"Fine," he said, like the word was dragged from his lips against his will. "But I'm driving. I pick the restaurant, and I pick the movie. Clear?"
"Yes, Dean," Castiel said, pleasure sweeping over his face when he heard Dean's acquiescence, even with its limitations. "Thank you. You have made me very happy. Can we go on our date tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," Dean said after a slight hesitation. "Better to get it over with, I guess."
"Yes. Oh, and one more thing?"
"Can we hold hands on our date?"
"Dude," Dean glared at him. "If you're going to be gay about this, the date is totally off."
"Okay," Castiel said, but his face didn't darken even in the slightest. He was going on a real, live date with the man he loved. He was the happiest angel in all of creation.