50 First Dates - Date 24
Title: Date 24
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 751
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Bowling.
Date 24
The funny thing is that Cas isn’t even drunk.
It would make total sense if he was drunk. Dean’s been stifling laughter in the palm of his hand all night and it just keeps getting worse every single time it’s Cas’ turn to bowl.
Oh God, the guy sucks at this so bad. But Dean can’t complain about the view that he gets when Cas stumbles and slides up to hurl the ball into the gutter.
Cas has a really sweet ass and Dean’s kind of hoping he can shift this little get-together of friends into something more exciting; maybe even more permanent. He’s been having some seriously awesome dreams about the way Cas’ body would feel up against his in bed at night all naked and sweaty.
He just has to figure out if Cas is interested first. But his friend has always been like a blank slate of sexuality. Cas doesn’t date anyone, he never talks about his past relationships and at the age of twenty-nine Dean is pretty damn sure the guy has to have dated SOMEONE before now.
Hell, for all Dean knows Cas is dating someone and he just never slips up about it. The idea makes Dean’s teeth grind together and his hands clench.
“You’re up Cas,” Sam chuckles as he struts back from another strike for his team. Dean trips him as he heads back to his seat and Sam shoots him a glare.
Cas sighs like a man being told to walk the green mile and picks up his ball.
They lose the game, of course they do. Cas needs those gutter guards they give to kids when they first start to learn. But it gives Dean an opening to make his move so when the rest of the group files out to go home he offers, “You want to stay and practice? I bet I can help you improve your game.”
Cas smiles. “That sounds wonderful.”
Dean spends the next three hours curved around Cas’ back with his arm pressed against his friend’s as they roll balls down toward the pins again and again. Cas smells good, feels good, moves all smooth with an innate sexuality like a big cat.
“You want some dinner?” Dean asks as they pack up to leave, it’s late but he doesn’t really want the night to end.
“How about coffee,” Cas counters as he presses in close and slides a hand down the front of Dean’s shirt to brush over the crotch of Dean’s jeans. “At my place in the morning.”
Dean says yes, who wouldn’t?
Three weeks later Dean’s curved into Cas’ side along the plastic seats in the bowling alley as he watches his brother head up for his turn. It’s the first time they’ve been back there since the night they got together. It’s been a great three weeks. Dean spends most of his free time at Cas’ place. They’re making plans for a trip out of town somewhere, just the two of them.
The warm fuzzy affection Dean’s always felt for Cas throughout their friendship has blossomed into something Dean thinks just might be the beginning of love. He’s not sold on it yet. He’s never been in love before.
“You turn Cas,” Sam laughs as he flops back into the seat across from Dean. Cas rolls his eyes before kissing Dean on the temple and whispering “I’ll be right back. Don’t go far.”
Dean swats him on the ass when he goes by.
Cas bowls a strike. No one believes it. Sam bets him a twenty he can’t do it again. Cas takes his money with a second strike, then a third, and fourth.
By the end of the night Cas has collected enough money from their disbelieving friends to pay for their vacation. On the way home he turns to Dean and asks, “Would you believe me if I told you I was a fast learner?”
“No,” Dean growls. “You hustled me.”
“Yes,” Cas admits with a nod. “I was interested in you but I wasn’t sure it was mutual until that night. You couldn’t take your eyes off my ass.”
Dean laughs and after moment Cas joins in.
Yeah, he decides. It’s definitely love.