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[heartless_sob]

Castiel turned the card over in his hands, something of a permanent frown on his face. He did not know what exactly a date entailed. The two humans with which he had spent most of his time on Earth observing did not go on dates. And even though Dean had a steady girlfriend, Castiel still wasn't sure they had datesThere were several people he could

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[weary_head]

Dean was at the table, working steadily on the second piece of pie Angua'd brought back from the Winchester. He was pretty sure it was for Roger. He was also sure that he could make it up to the guy.

"Come in!" he shouted around his mouthful.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel stepped inside, tugging his trenchcoat closer to his chest. He glanced around, and relaxed when he saw Dean was alone.

"Dean," he said, edging over to the table. "I have a question for you."

[weary_head]

"'Kay," said Dean, craning his neck back to look at him now that Castiel was an inch from his nose.

"You wanna take off that coat? It's like a hundred friggin' degrees."

[heartless_sob]

"It's my coat," Castiel muttered.

"Look at what I have received in my mailbox," he said, sticking the card out. He tried not to blush, but he felt embarrassed to be so clueless about something that was probably commonplace.

[weary_head]

Dean read the card, raised his eyebrows, then read it again. "Cas," he said, tapping the paper against his own forehead like it might make more sense. "Is this a booty call?"

[heartless_sob]

Castiel looked blankly at Dean.

"It is a date." He tugged at the collar of his shirt and cleared his throat. "I am...inexperienced. With dates."

[weary_head]

"But with who?" Dean checked the back of the card again, then pushed his plate away, leaning forward. "Is she hot?"

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"I don't know, there isn't a name." Castiel shifted from foot to foot, hands clasped behind his back. "I don't. Ah. I don't know exactly what to do."

[weary_head]

Smile fading, Dean pushed the other chair out with his foot and gestured for Castiel to sit down. "So this is...a hook up." He held up a hand. "Not a hook up hook up - well, not unless I can work a miracle here, but you're getting set up at least, so that's..." Dean frowned. "That's progress right?"

[heartless_sob]

Castiel sat down obediently, staring at Dean as though he held the answers to the universe.

"A hook-up means sex, right? Like you and Jamie-- no, you won't remember that. You and...women. Because I'm not sure. I just don't know if I'm...interested. In that," he tried to explain, and considered taking his coat off. It was getting rather hot after all.

[weary_head]

Dean was tempted to ask whether this Jamie was hot, but he refrained, sitting back in his chair instead.

"What do you mean, not sure if you're interested?" he asked. "You don't ever get, uh..." Dean hummed in thought. "You know, excited? When they're around."

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"Excited?" Castiel echoed, eyebrows raised. "I'm happy to see them, if I know who they are."

[weary_head]

"Yeah, but like." Dean looked around the room. He was pretty sure they were alone, but one never knew when O-Ren might be hiding. "Excited down there. In your pants."

[heartless_sob]

Castiel stared at Dean, following his gaze down at his pants.

"Sometimes," he shared, leaning in. "There are feelings. For procreation, I suppose."

[weary_head]

"Feelings," repeated Dean. That could mean arousal, but this was Castiel, here. Feelings could also mean uncomfortable itching. "What kind of feelings?"

[heartless_sob]

"Good feelings," Castiel said, glancing away. "I suppose. They don't really...go anywhere, though."