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“Damn, I’m trying. I really am. Cas just makes me… go a little dumb.” He sighs, petting Sammy’s hands. “Alright, I’m just gonna wear a nice shirt and jeans. That’s half casual and half nice. Should work, right?”

“Yeah, Dee. It’ll work. I’m pretty sure Cas is as into you, as you are into him— don’t worry,” Sam smiles, dropping his hands back down into his lap. “Now go get dressed!”

“Alright, alright, boss.” He quickly jumps into some nice jeans, a grey button-down and puts on some cologne. They are interrupted by the ringing bell ring. “That’s gotta be Bobby. Go let him in, please?”

Sam sprints to let Bobby in, and Dean grabs his wallet and keys and joins them in the hallway. Bobby looks incredibly tired, but he’s indulgently smiling at Sam, who’s apparently made it his goal to tell Bobby about Cas and Claire and the list and how Dean is “so hard in love, it’s really funny” in about two minutes, nonetheless.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna head out. Thanks again for babysitting, Bobby,” Dean smirks as he rounds them and heads for the door.

“Hey, jerk, I heard that!” Sammy glares.

Bobby grumbles at the swear word. “Yeah, yeah, boy. Just call if you need somethin’, and don’t come home too la-”

“And good luck, Dee!! Don’t be nervous! And don’t be gross! Bye!” Sam laughs, grabbing Bobby’s arm and pulling him towards their living room.

“Oh shut up, squirt. See you guys later, thanks for everything.”

The drive to the Novaks’ place is absolutely horrible. Dean checks his breath twice, and his face in the rearview mirror three times. And are his pants really zipped up properly? Is there something in his teeth? Is the car clean enough for Cas?

He’s relieved when he actually pulls up in front of their house, because that means he only has one more chance to check his face in the mirror before he has to walk up to the door and actually face Cas.

He almost trips twice on his way to the door, and he’s really close to bursting out in nervous laughter when he actually reaches it. He’s a nervous wreck, and all he wants are a few more seconds to breathe, which makes it even worse when the door flies open in front of him immediately.

“Hi, Dean. We need to do this quick, we have a problem!” It’s Claire greeting him, and she looks as out of breath as she sounds. “Cas’ll be down in a minute or two, and he thinks you two are taking me and Sam to the movies! I don’t know what you said, but it was the wrong thing. You either have to tell him the truth, or conjure Sam up somehow.”

“W- What?”

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to make a decision. I’ll go and try to stall you some time,” she says and closes the door behind her without another word.

And, fuck. What? Did he really already fuck this up? Did he not even manage to ask Cas out? He’s such a loser...

Fuck, he has to call Bobby!

He sprints back to the car to grab his phone and dials Bobby. It rings, and rings, and wow, Dean is having a panic attack. A deep breath, it rings again, another breath, and finally: “Yeah, Dean? Everything alright?”

“Bobby, listen. I’m so sorry, but I need your help. I somehow fucked this up and Cas thinks Sam’ll watch the movie with us. Can you maybe drop Sammy off at the cinema in 15 minutes? Act like you had something important to do, or something? Man, I’m so sorry. This is not a date, apparently.”

“Hey, calm down! I’ll drop Sam off, don’t worry.”

“Thank you so much,” he breathes.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get your date, boy,” he mumbles. “See you in 15.” Bobby hangs up, and Dean is left standing on the sidewalk, still struggling to breathe regularly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too...” He fucked up. He can’t even get a date, apparently. He didn’t explicitly call it a date, that’s true— but he’s pretty sure that he was clear about wanting to go out with Cas. Him and Cas, alone. Not with the kids. Wasn’t he?

Maybe he was clear about it, but Cas just didn’t want to go on a date with him? He could have easily made this about the kids to dodge Dean’s advances. Is this his way of telling Dean that he isn’t interested? Shit, and now he’s overthinking everything!

He gets about three deep breaths in before the door opens again and Claire walks out, followed by her brother. Cas looks… Cas looks ridiculously beautiful, soft smile and crazy hair, in black jeans and a blue henley. He waves enthusiastically as soon as he sees Dean, his smile widens impossibly, and suddenly Dean is a lot less worried.

“Hello, Dean!”

“Hey, Cas.” It comes out a little breathless, but not as bad as Dean thought it might.

Claire looks at him with a very obvious question in her eyes. Are you gonna man up and tell Cas that this was supposed to be a date, or not?

“So— So, we’ll meet Sam at the cinema.” How ridiculous is it that he can’t even look into Claire’s eyes? She’s just a kid, dammit. “Uncle Bobby is gonna drop him off, they had… they were spending the day together. Alright, jump in the car, guys.”

The time it takes for them to get to the cinema is filled with awkwardness. About 5 minutes in, Claire starts talking about a film that just came out and that she would like to see. She doesn’t stop talking until they are actually parked in front of the cinema, and Dean couldn’t be more thankful because he couldn’t have dealt with more awkward silence. Dean glances through the rearview mirror a few times while driving, trying to catch Cas’ eyes while avoiding Claire’s annoyed glare. Cas looks a little wary, as if he realizes that something is off.

They meet Sam in front of the cinema, and he’s frowning like crazy, grabbing Dean’s biceps as soon as he’s in arm’s reach. “Dee, what the hell,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“I fucked it up, somehow. Now shut up.” It’s an angry whisper, accompanied by a careful shove with his elbow. Louder, he says: “We haven’t been to the cinema in ages, Sammy. Isn’t this great?”

“Yeah, unbelievable.” He sends another glare towards Dean before addressing everyone in their tiny, odd group. “So, what movie are we gonna watch?”

They decide— or rather, Claire decides— that they are going to watch Love, Simon. Claire and Sam also decide that they need seats away from Cas and Dean, at least three rows between them, because everything else would be “super embarrassing”.

That’s how Dean finds himself in a row of seats in the front of the cinema next to Cas, popcorn in his lap. The row is completely empty, except for them, because nobody in their right mind wants to sit that fucking close to the screen, obviously.

The commercials are finally over and the movie starts, and Dean is glad he doesn’t have to try to strike up a conversation with Cas anymore. He shifts back and forth in his seat, unable to get comfortable. When his knee bumps against Cas’, he almost jumps out of the dumb faux leather seat because this whole thing is so awkward.

They watch the movie for what feels like an eternity, but probably weren’t more than 20 minutes, and Dean has to actually squeeze his fingers into his thighs to keep from turning to his side and just watch Cas instead.

There’s a quiet “Wait!” from Cas’ direction, and Dean finally can’t fight turning towards him anymore. His face looks weirdly angelic in the soft blue light of the screen, but there’s a baffled expression on it.

“Wait, something is up. Claire has been very annoyed about this, Sam wasn’t even…” He turns towards Dean, now. “Dean. Was this supposed to be a date?”

“Wha— I mean, a date? It’s, y’know... yeah. Yeah, it should have been,” he sighs.

“Oh, Dean. I’m such an idiot…”

“No, don’t worry. It’s alright. I get it if you don’t want-”

“Stop right there, please. I would love to go on an actual date with you. Without the kids,” he chuckles and brings his hand up to cup Dean’s burning hot cheek. “I would also love to kiss you now. ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about that for weeks,” he trails off, looking at Dean questioningly.

“Yeah, you should do that,” he breathes, and leans towards him, over the stupid armrest that separates them, and right into his Cas’ space.

Cas leans in, too, and the first press of lips already makes Dean addicted. They deepen the kiss when Dean opens his mouth a little, and he almost loses his mind when Cas slips his tongue into his mouth. His lips are so much softer than they look, and he tastes a little of popcorn, but mostly just of Cas— and it’s everything Dean ever dreamt of.

After a while, Cas breaks the kiss and breathlessly asks: “Is it a total asshole move to suggest to move this back to your car?”

“Fuck no, let’s get out of here!”

Dean’s a little sorry to miss the rest of the movie, because what he’s seen of it so far was really cool. But he’s got Cas’ hand in his, and they are on their way to his car to make out, and Dean hasn’t been this giddy in years.

                                                  To be continued...

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