Wonderful Life (pt. 3)
They talked for a few hours before Sam came back from his “beer run”. It was nearly 12:45 before he came stumbling back in, interrupting Dean and Cas’s talk.
Over the period of their talk, Castiel learned little things about Dean. He learned Dean’s favorite color was indeed red, he secretly liked Christmas even though he and Sam rarely celebrated it, he liked the combination of dark hair and light eyes (which made Castiel sit up a little straighter), and that he was completely in love with classic movies, like westerns, black and whites, and silent films.
Cas also learned bigger things like how he still remembered what their house smelled like when their mother made baked goods and it drove him crazy to be near anything vanilla to this day, who Dean lost his virginity to and how he ran into her years later and she didn’t remember him and how it secretly hurt his feelings (but don’t tell Sam, because he’d make fun of him), how there was a look in his father’s eyes the night Sam left for Standford and it terrified Dean to the point where he was convinced John was going to shoot Sam in the back of the head when he stepped out the front door (and Dean even had his cell phone in his pocket ready to call the police, which he would never do), and how Michael and the God Squad kinda sorta scared the bejesus out of him (but don’t tell Sam, because he’d make fun of him a lot).
“Hey, Sam,” Dean said, acknowledging his brother who was leaning against the door biting his lip - holy crap was he giggling? - at the sight of Dean and Castiel on the bed together. “Get lost at the liquor store?”
“Went to th’ bar instead,” Sam slurred, locking the door behind him. “Still brought you that Jack, though.” He pulled the bottle of whiskey out from under his coat and grinned at Dean, shaking the bottle slightly. “Can crack it open now, if y’like.”
“It might be a little late for that. I dunno. Cas, do you want to-”
“W’have you two been doin’ this whole time?” Sam asked as he somewhat sauntered over to his bed. “Behaving like I hope you were?” Castiel looked down and blushed and Dean scoffed.
“Oh, knock it off, Sammy. Do you want to take a couple shots before you fly your feathery ass back home?” Dean stood up and snatched the bottle from the still chuckling drunken mess on the other bed.
“Thank you, Dean, but I’ll have to pass on that offer. Can’t, you know, drink and fly.” Dean laughed at Castiel’s joke and shook his head. Sam laughed, too, but it was more to himself than anything else.
“You’re getting pretty good with that humor thing.” Dean was at the small coffee table in the motel room pouring himself a shot. Castiel smiled a little, pleased at the thought of humoring Dean.
“I’d better go. It’s late and you two need your rest.” Castiel stood up and walked towards the front door to let himself out. “Goodnight, Sam.”
“Niiight, Cas,” Sam sang a little too loudly from his bed. He was lying down by now, still giggling at something unknown.
“G’night, Cas.” Dean took his shot of whiskey and met Cas at the door. “Thanks for talking with me tonight. I really appreciate you being there to listen.”
“Of course, Dean,” Cas smiled again. “Anytime. I’ll, um, see you around 7 PM, correct?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you then.” Dean smiled and unlocked the door to let Castiel leave.
“Good night, Dean.” Castiel nodded his head awkwardly and opened the door behind him to leave.
“Why aren’t you jus’ flyin’ away, Cas?” Sam called from his bed. It was no use, though; Castiel had already shut the door.
“What’s your deal, dude?” Dean growled, locking the door. He walked back over to the table to pour another shot. “Did you hit the fucking bottle too hard tonight?” He took the shot and blinked hard.
“Oh, come off it, I’m jus’ teasin’ you two.” Sam sat up and gave his brother a silly look. “It’s ‘cause you two are so cute.”
“What?” Dean blushed and quickly focused on another shot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever! You know Cas has the hots for you, right?” Sam started giggling slightly again at this point. “And I can tell you feel the same ‘bout him.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Sam!” Dean practically choked on the whiskey he’d just shot. He slammed the shot glass down on the table and rubbed his temple. “Why in the world do you say that? That Castiel has the hots for me?”
“Ha! ‘Cause he told me, Dean. This afternoon when you went back to get th’ files. He flew in and asked how to ‘properly court you’. It was kinda cute, if you ask me.” Dean’s face turned red and his brow furrowed as he took his next shot.
“Yeah, well, no one’s askin’ you.” Dean smirked as he poured another shot.
“Talk about hittin’ the bottle kinda hard, Dean-o.”
“No one’s askin’ you.” Dean took the shot and sat down in the chair next to the coffee table.
“Well, whatever. He asked me what kinda things you liked. Like presents and shit. He wanted to know what kind of gifts you liked. I think he’s try’na buy his way into your blue jeans.”
“What the fuck, Sam?” Dean gave his brother a confused look and buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want stuff.”
“You don’t want stuff? But everyone likes stuff.”
“No, Sam, not like that. I don’t want little ridiculous gifts. I mean, yeah, they’re nice and all, but there’s only one thing I want Castiel to give me.”
“Wh’as that?”
“I’m not tellin’ you. You’ll tell him and then things’ll be all complicated and rushed and I don’t want that.” Dean removed his head from his hands and poured a final shot. He drank it, put the glass back on the table and went to shut off the light.
“Is it a complicated somethin’?”
“No, Sam. It’s not.” Dean pulled off his over shirt and placed it at the end of his bed. “It shouldn’t be, at least.” He pulled down his jeans and placed them next to his shirt. Sam didn’t even notice; he was too busy trying to figure out what Dean wanted from Castiel.
“Can Cas figure it out, though?”
“Cas is a smart guy. He’ll be okay.” Dean smiled a little as he crawled into bed.
“But do you think-”
“Go to bed, Sam.”
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It was around 2:00 PM on January 24th and officially Dean’s birthday. He was acting nervous and anxious all morning, annoying Sam to the point where he had to grab Dean by the shoulders and tell him to shut his mouth.
“Aww, but Sammy!” Dean pouted, staring at the ground. “It’s my birthday!”
“Christ, Dean, you must be super nervous for your date tonight!” Dean’s face turned pink and he shoved Sam’s hands off his shoulders, making a groaning noise.
“Shut up, Sam! Cas is taking me to dinner because your sorry ass never will!” Dean walked over to the window to stare outside for a bit.
“Whatev-oh, shit…” Sam was going to come up with some witty remark, but his phone vibrated in the breast pocket of his flannel shirt and scared him. “Hello?”
“Sam? It’s Castiel. I was calling to…uh…see if you could help me with something.”
“Sure, man. What’s wrong?”
“Who is it?” Dean turned back from the window to see his brother on the phone with someone looking concerned.
“I would like to…purchase new clothing for my dinner with Dean tonight, but I…I don’t. Well.”
“I understand. Where are you? I’ll meet you there.”
“I’m at the WestShore Plaza outside of their Saks Fifth Avenue. Could you, um.”
“I’m leaving now. See you soon.” Sam hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to the Impala. “I have to go do something important. I’ll be back later.”
“What the hell? Who was on the phone?”
“Don’t worry about it, you nosy bastard.” Sam headed for the door and patted Dean on the shoulder before he got there. “Do some research and make yourself useful, yeah? I need a break from everything.” Sam walked out the door with a huge grin on his face, leaving his irritated and slightly pissed off brother behind.
“Sam! It’s my birthd-” Sam didn’t hear the end of Dean’s whine, because the door had already slammed behind him and he was half way to the Impala. He turned around in time to see Dean flip him the bird through the window with a scowl on his face. Sam only laughed and blew his brother a kiss, who shut the curtains quickly to brood in the dark by himself.
“Got it, dude. It’s your fucking birthday.”
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Castiel was waiting outside of Saks Fifth Avenue longer than he wanted to. He never thought he would have to go clothes shopping to buy a new outfit for his date with Dean.
He’s going on a date with Dean. Tonight. In a few hours. Holy crap.
“Hurry up, Sam,” Castiel muttered under his breath. He had been standing in the same spot outside of Saks for almost twenty minutes before he saw Sam walking over with two coffees in hand. Castiel cocked his head and confusion and Sam smiled back. How thirsty is he...
“Hey! Sorry, the traffic was killer for some reason today. I grabbed you a coffee for an apology.” Sam grinned and held the coffee out to the angel, who straightened his head and gently took the coffee from Sam’s hand.
“I was beginning to worry. I should have just flown in to get you. It would have been much quicker.” Castiel spoke at the wrong time. A younger teenage girl walked past him as soon as he said that and gave him a dirty look.
“Oh, yeah, no that’s pushing it, Cas…plus you don’t have that plane anymore, so ha ha ha.” Sam laughed nervously as the girl walked away, scoffing and rolling her eyes. Castiel glared at her and Sam let out a huff. “Cas, you can’t talk like that in public,” Sam’s voice became low and quiet. “No one knows what you really are.”
“I don’t understand. I’m an angel of the lord.” Castiel looked confused as two older women in sweat suits power walked past him, slowing down at the ‘angel of the lord’ comment. Sam’s face turned beet red.
“You got that right! You are my little angel, my little blessing from above!” Sam spoke too loudly as he put his free hand on Castiel’s shoulder to turn him around and guide him into Saks. The women giggled at the two of them and continued their power walk.
“Let’s change the subject.” Castiel mumbled under his breath, carefully removing Sam’s hand from his shoulder. He sounded slightly embarrassed.
“So, where are you going to dinner tonight for you date?” Sam found his place walking next to Castiel. He took a drink of his coffee and thought out loud. “I wonder how fancy a restaurant Dean will want to go to.”
“I told Dean he can choose the establishment we dine at, so I’m not sure. That’s why I’d like some help from you.” Cas brought the coffee cup to his lips and hesitated, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. “I don’t want to look like an idiot.” He took a quick drink and avoided eye contact with Sam.
“Cas, you’ll be just fine. I promise. I don’t think Dean would ever think you’d look like a straight up idiot. He likes you too much to just be a dick like that. Over there,” Sam pointed to his right, which was full of nice male clothing. Cas began to grow nervous all over again.
“He…likes me too much?” Castiel almost stopped walking completely. “I…don’t know if I understand.” Sam sighed and motioned to keep moving with a wave of his hand. He took another drink of coffee.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not just saying that to be an asshole, either. I talked to him, last night after you left, and he told me he was scared that things would get rushed and complicated and he didn’t want that at all. He doesn’t want you to feel like you need to buy your way into his heart, either. Here, try this one.” Sam’s thoughts were obviously jumbled and rushed. He grabbed a light purple button down shirt and handed it to Castiel, who held it awkwardly.
“Anyways, I can tell he really feels strongly about you because he doesn’t want to rush things and he got super defensive when I started saying how cute you two were. Oh, this one too.” Sam handed Castiel a short sleeve, dark blue button down that Castiel really liked. The fabric was soft and he knew it would be more comfortable than what he had on.
“Only if you’re completely certain.” Castiel’s voice was still low and uneasy. He was nervous as hell, but he didn’t want Sam to know.
“I’m completely certain.” Sam turned around with a big smile on his face and handed Castiel a long sleeve, blood red satin shirt. “That one’ll look good on you.” He took another drink of his coffee and kept walking through the shirts, keeping up with the small talk that Castiel didn’t truly mean to ignore.
“Red is Dean’s favorite color…” Castiel felt a small smile come to his face as he tucked the shirt in his arm awkwardly and caught up to Sam, who was trying to decide what he liked more-a forest green button down or a light blue v-neck t-shirt. Sam has such strange taste in clothing. So much different than Dean.
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Sam the Super Shopper ended up finding a few more shirts for Castiel, as well as some different jeans to try on. Sam wanted to go look for some normal shoes for Cas to wear, but Castiel abruptly stopped him before they could go any farther in that direction. Cas wanted to lighten the load of clothes he was carrying before he even started thinking about shoes or, God forbid, underwear and socks and…whatever else humans wear.
Castiel stepped into the large changing room with the clothes. He dropped them on the floor and inspected the room. He had never thought it would be acceptable to change in the middle of a store like this. Cas looked around for another minute or so, trying to take everything in, before he heard Sam’s voice calling from outside the door.
“Cas? You having any trouble in there?”
“No…I’ve got it.” Cas replied weakly.
“Okay…call if you need anything. I’m right here.” Sam’s voice was all too cheery. Castiel looked into the mirror hanging on the wall and inspected the trench coat he was wearing. The thought of taking off his coat was…well, foreign. He never thought he would have needed to take off his trench coat, much like the rest of the clothes he was wearing.
Castiel managed to wiggle his arm out of one sleeve, and then the next without causing too much of a problem. He felt secretly proud of himself as the coat fell to the floor and looked in the mirror, next studying Jimmy’s blazer. The dark fabric felt stiff in his hands, stiffer than the trench coat was. Removing his arms from the blazer, Castiel decided that this was a lot easier than he imagined.
After Castiel removed the rest of his clothes and was standing in his boxers, he turned back towards the mirror to admire his vessel’s body for the first time. Jimmy was fit and toned, and looked a hell of a lot better than he imagined it to look. He didn’t suspect Jimmy’s body to be some disgusting, misshapen form, but he didn’t expect it to look that damn…good.
“I hope Dean will approve,” Cas mumbled to himself as he picked up a pair of perfectly distressed jeans from the pile of clothes Sam picked out for him. He slipped one leg in, then the next, and pulled them up all the way. Cas turned slightly to admire himself once again in the mirror, smiling slightly while zipping and buttoning the pants.
Castiel picked up the short sleeve, dark blue shirt and slipped his arms into it carefully. The fabric felt even better on his chest and back than it did in his hands. Making sure the shirt was even; he buttoned the shirt up three quarters of the way up and smiled again. He turned around and unlocked the door behind him, going out to show Sam.
“What do you think of this shirt? I really enjoy the feel of the fabric and the color of it.” Cas turned around, almost like a model in front of Sam, showing off the whole outfit. “And the jeans are much more comfortable than I imagined them to be.”
Sam didn’t say anything. He just stared at Castiel, mouth slightly open and eyebrows practically at his hairline.
“Sam? Are you alright? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Castiel stopped moving and cocked his head at Sam, worrying what had happened to him while he was changing.
“No, Cas, I’m fine.” Sam shook his head slightly and looked Castiel over. “I just…I guess I didn’t imagine that you’d look so different in other clothes.” He chuckled and smiled at Castiel whose face relaxed with Sam’s laughs.
“Well.” Castiel stood in front of Sam awkwardly, not moving much and definitely not making eye contact anymore. That few minutes of self-confidence were shot in the face the moment Sam didn’t say anything.
“Well,” Sam finally said after he was done looking Cas over, “I like that shirt, I do, but I want to see the other ones before I make a decision on your date’s behalf.” Sam smirked and sat back in his chair. “But those jeans are great. We’ll definitely get those.”
“A-alright.” Castiel nodded and turned on his heel to go back to the changing room. “I really liked this shirt, though…” Cas picked up the light purple shirt and tried that one on next, not liking it as much as the first.
“I like that color on you!” Sam said as Cas walked out of the dressing room. “It looks good!”
“More than the blue?”
“Yes! I think it looks really good, Cas.” Sam smiled at the angel in front of him. “Now go try on those dark jeans with the blue v-neck.” Castiel nodded and went back into the dressing room to complete Sam’s request.
Putting on the dark jeans was a little harder than Castiel would have liked. They had a hole in the left knee, and Cas almost fell flat on his face because he didn’t think about the possibility of his foot getting caught in the hole.
“Okay, so it’s official; light colors look great on you,” Sam complimented as Castiel came out of the dressing room, tugging the t-shirt down at the hems. Cas didn’t expect it to be that tight and that short on him, but Sam said that Dean would have no complaints, so he shouldn’t even worry because Dean was a perv and he’d totally love that shirt so try on that red one and forget that ugly green one and they’d get going soon!
While Castiel was trying on the red satin shirt and the last pair of blue jeans, Sam finally checked his phone and found out he had received a few texts from Dean over the course of their shopping trip.
“where are u dude its been forever” - 2:59
“hurry the hell up sam im lonely and bored” - 3:17
“what if it was an emergency and u werent answering and i was dead. huh what would u say then sam knowing that u let me die” - 3:28
“oh no sammy the shifter is gonna get me where are u to save me!!!!!” - 3:45
“jesus christ what if the shifter really did get me and ur off doin god knows what not saving me” - 4:00
“seriously im kinda worried are u ok kid” - 4:14
“…youre with cas arent u.” - 4:30
Sam chuckled and sent Dean a reply, a smile growing on his face.
“chill out, D, everything is cool. i’ll be back soon and i’ll bring you pie as a token of my apology.”
Dean replied almost instantly, like he had been sitting next to his phone waiting for a reply the entire time.
“ok i forgive u and i love u once again”
“ ps dont sex up my angel or anything ill kill u”
Sam threw his head back and laughed. Dean really was head over heels for Cas, and it was so freaking adorable he couldn’t deny it any longer. He always thought it would be weird to think of Dean in a relationship, but this was a match made in Heaven, no pun intended.
“Sam?” Castiel coughed awkwardly like he had been standing there a long time. Sam looked up, but couldn’t say anything. Cas looked damn good in this outfit, and Sam’s face was making it obvious. “What? Does it not look sufficient?”
“Oh, Cas, no! You look great in that color!”
“I-I do?” He almost couldn’t believe it. Did he really look that good?
“Shit, Dean is gonna love this!” Sam laughed again and smiled wide.
next chapter.
Over the period of their talk, Castiel learned little things about Dean. He learned Dean’s favorite color was indeed red, he secretly liked Christmas even though he and Sam rarely celebrated it, he liked the combination of dark hair and light eyes (which made Castiel sit up a little straighter), and that he was completely in love with classic movies, like westerns, black and whites, and silent films.
Cas also learned bigger things like how he still remembered what their house smelled like when their mother made baked goods and it drove him crazy to be near anything vanilla to this day, who Dean lost his virginity to and how he ran into her years later and she didn’t remember him and how it secretly hurt his feelings (but don’t tell Sam, because he’d make fun of him), how there was a look in his father’s eyes the night Sam left for Standford and it terrified Dean to the point where he was convinced John was going to shoot Sam in the back of the head when he stepped out the front door (and Dean even had his cell phone in his pocket ready to call the police, which he would never do), and how Michael and the God Squad kinda sorta scared the bejesus out of him (but don’t tell Sam, because he’d make fun of him a lot).
“Hey, Sam,” Dean said, acknowledging his brother who was leaning against the door biting his lip - holy crap was he giggling? - at the sight of Dean and Castiel on the bed together. “Get lost at the liquor store?”
“Went to th’ bar instead,” Sam slurred, locking the door behind him. “Still brought you that Jack, though.” He pulled the bottle of whiskey out from under his coat and grinned at Dean, shaking the bottle slightly. “Can crack it open now, if y’like.”
“It might be a little late for that. I dunno. Cas, do you want to-”
“W’have you two been doin’ this whole time?” Sam asked as he somewhat sauntered over to his bed. “Behaving like I hope you were?” Castiel looked down and blushed and Dean scoffed.
“Oh, knock it off, Sammy. Do you want to take a couple shots before you fly your feathery ass back home?” Dean stood up and snatched the bottle from the still chuckling drunken mess on the other bed.
“Thank you, Dean, but I’ll have to pass on that offer. Can’t, you know, drink and fly.” Dean laughed at Castiel’s joke and shook his head. Sam laughed, too, but it was more to himself than anything else.
“You’re getting pretty good with that humor thing.” Dean was at the small coffee table in the motel room pouring himself a shot. Castiel smiled a little, pleased at the thought of humoring Dean.
“I’d better go. It’s late and you two need your rest.” Castiel stood up and walked towards the front door to let himself out. “Goodnight, Sam.”
“Niiight, Cas,” Sam sang a little too loudly from his bed. He was lying down by now, still giggling at something unknown.
“G’night, Cas.” Dean took his shot of whiskey and met Cas at the door. “Thanks for talking with me tonight. I really appreciate you being there to listen.”
“Of course, Dean,” Cas smiled again. “Anytime. I’ll, um, see you around 7 PM, correct?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you then.” Dean smiled and unlocked the door to let Castiel leave.
“Good night, Dean.” Castiel nodded his head awkwardly and opened the door behind him to leave.
“Why aren’t you jus’ flyin’ away, Cas?” Sam called from his bed. It was no use, though; Castiel had already shut the door.
“What’s your deal, dude?” Dean growled, locking the door. He walked back over to the table to pour another shot. “Did you hit the fucking bottle too hard tonight?” He took the shot and blinked hard.
“Oh, come off it, I’m jus’ teasin’ you two.” Sam sat up and gave his brother a silly look. “It’s ‘cause you two are so cute.”
“What?” Dean blushed and quickly focused on another shot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever! You know Cas has the hots for you, right?” Sam started giggling slightly again at this point. “And I can tell you feel the same ‘bout him.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Sam!” Dean practically choked on the whiskey he’d just shot. He slammed the shot glass down on the table and rubbed his temple. “Why in the world do you say that? That Castiel has the hots for me?”
“Ha! ‘Cause he told me, Dean. This afternoon when you went back to get th’ files. He flew in and asked how to ‘properly court you’. It was kinda cute, if you ask me.” Dean’s face turned red and his brow furrowed as he took his next shot.
“Yeah, well, no one’s askin’ you.” Dean smirked as he poured another shot.
“Talk about hittin’ the bottle kinda hard, Dean-o.”
“No one’s askin’ you.” Dean took the shot and sat down in the chair next to the coffee table.
“Well, whatever. He asked me what kinda things you liked. Like presents and shit. He wanted to know what kind of gifts you liked. I think he’s try’na buy his way into your blue jeans.”
“What the fuck, Sam?” Dean gave his brother a confused look and buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want stuff.”
“You don’t want stuff? But everyone likes stuff.”
“No, Sam, not like that. I don’t want little ridiculous gifts. I mean, yeah, they’re nice and all, but there’s only one thing I want Castiel to give me.”
“Wh’as that?”
“I’m not tellin’ you. You’ll tell him and then things’ll be all complicated and rushed and I don’t want that.” Dean removed his head from his hands and poured a final shot. He drank it, put the glass back on the table and went to shut off the light.
“Is it a complicated somethin’?”
“No, Sam. It’s not.” Dean pulled off his over shirt and placed it at the end of his bed. “It shouldn’t be, at least.” He pulled down his jeans and placed them next to his shirt. Sam didn’t even notice; he was too busy trying to figure out what Dean wanted from Castiel.
“Can Cas figure it out, though?”
“Cas is a smart guy. He’ll be okay.” Dean smiled a little as he crawled into bed.
“But do you think-”
“Go to bed, Sam.”
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It was around 2:00 PM on January 24th and officially Dean’s birthday. He was acting nervous and anxious all morning, annoying Sam to the point where he had to grab Dean by the shoulders and tell him to shut his mouth.
“Aww, but Sammy!” Dean pouted, staring at the ground. “It’s my birthday!”
“Christ, Dean, you must be super nervous for your date tonight!” Dean’s face turned pink and he shoved Sam’s hands off his shoulders, making a groaning noise.
“Shut up, Sam! Cas is taking me to dinner because your sorry ass never will!” Dean walked over to the window to stare outside for a bit.
“Whatev-oh, shit…” Sam was going to come up with some witty remark, but his phone vibrated in the breast pocket of his flannel shirt and scared him. “Hello?”
“Sam? It’s Castiel. I was calling to…uh…see if you could help me with something.”
“Sure, man. What’s wrong?”
“Who is it?” Dean turned back from the window to see his brother on the phone with someone looking concerned.
“I would like to…purchase new clothing for my dinner with Dean tonight, but I…I don’t. Well.”
“I understand. Where are you? I’ll meet you there.”
“I’m at the WestShore Plaza outside of their Saks Fifth Avenue. Could you, um.”
“I’m leaving now. See you soon.” Sam hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to the Impala. “I have to go do something important. I’ll be back later.”
“What the hell? Who was on the phone?”
“Don’t worry about it, you nosy bastard.” Sam headed for the door and patted Dean on the shoulder before he got there. “Do some research and make yourself useful, yeah? I need a break from everything.” Sam walked out the door with a huge grin on his face, leaving his irritated and slightly pissed off brother behind.
“Sam! It’s my birthd-” Sam didn’t hear the end of Dean’s whine, because the door had already slammed behind him and he was half way to the Impala. He turned around in time to see Dean flip him the bird through the window with a scowl on his face. Sam only laughed and blew his brother a kiss, who shut the curtains quickly to brood in the dark by himself.
“Got it, dude. It’s your fucking birthday.”
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Castiel was waiting outside of Saks Fifth Avenue longer than he wanted to. He never thought he would have to go clothes shopping to buy a new outfit for his date with Dean.
He’s going on a date with Dean. Tonight. In a few hours. Holy crap.
“Hurry up, Sam,” Castiel muttered under his breath. He had been standing in the same spot outside of Saks for almost twenty minutes before he saw Sam walking over with two coffees in hand. Castiel cocked his head and confusion and Sam smiled back. How thirsty is he...
“Hey! Sorry, the traffic was killer for some reason today. I grabbed you a coffee for an apology.” Sam grinned and held the coffee out to the angel, who straightened his head and gently took the coffee from Sam’s hand.
“I was beginning to worry. I should have just flown in to get you. It would have been much quicker.” Castiel spoke at the wrong time. A younger teenage girl walked past him as soon as he said that and gave him a dirty look.
“Oh, yeah, no that’s pushing it, Cas…plus you don’t have that plane anymore, so ha ha ha.” Sam laughed nervously as the girl walked away, scoffing and rolling her eyes. Castiel glared at her and Sam let out a huff. “Cas, you can’t talk like that in public,” Sam’s voice became low and quiet. “No one knows what you really are.”
“I don’t understand. I’m an angel of the lord.” Castiel looked confused as two older women in sweat suits power walked past him, slowing down at the ‘angel of the lord’ comment. Sam’s face turned beet red.
“You got that right! You are my little angel, my little blessing from above!” Sam spoke too loudly as he put his free hand on Castiel’s shoulder to turn him around and guide him into Saks. The women giggled at the two of them and continued their power walk.
“Let’s change the subject.” Castiel mumbled under his breath, carefully removing Sam’s hand from his shoulder. He sounded slightly embarrassed.
“So, where are you going to dinner tonight for you date?” Sam found his place walking next to Castiel. He took a drink of his coffee and thought out loud. “I wonder how fancy a restaurant Dean will want to go to.”
“I told Dean he can choose the establishment we dine at, so I’m not sure. That’s why I’d like some help from you.” Cas brought the coffee cup to his lips and hesitated, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. “I don’t want to look like an idiot.” He took a quick drink and avoided eye contact with Sam.
“Cas, you’ll be just fine. I promise. I don’t think Dean would ever think you’d look like a straight up idiot. He likes you too much to just be a dick like that. Over there,” Sam pointed to his right, which was full of nice male clothing. Cas began to grow nervous all over again.
“He…likes me too much?” Castiel almost stopped walking completely. “I…don’t know if I understand.” Sam sighed and motioned to keep moving with a wave of his hand. He took another drink of coffee.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not just saying that to be an asshole, either. I talked to him, last night after you left, and he told me he was scared that things would get rushed and complicated and he didn’t want that at all. He doesn’t want you to feel like you need to buy your way into his heart, either. Here, try this one.” Sam’s thoughts were obviously jumbled and rushed. He grabbed a light purple button down shirt and handed it to Castiel, who held it awkwardly.
“Anyways, I can tell he really feels strongly about you because he doesn’t want to rush things and he got super defensive when I started saying how cute you two were. Oh, this one too.” Sam handed Castiel a short sleeve, dark blue button down that Castiel really liked. The fabric was soft and he knew it would be more comfortable than what he had on.
“Only if you’re completely certain.” Castiel’s voice was still low and uneasy. He was nervous as hell, but he didn’t want Sam to know.
“I’m completely certain.” Sam turned around with a big smile on his face and handed Castiel a long sleeve, blood red satin shirt. “That one’ll look good on you.” He took another drink of his coffee and kept walking through the shirts, keeping up with the small talk that Castiel didn’t truly mean to ignore.
“Red is Dean’s favorite color…” Castiel felt a small smile come to his face as he tucked the shirt in his arm awkwardly and caught up to Sam, who was trying to decide what he liked more-a forest green button down or a light blue v-neck t-shirt. Sam has such strange taste in clothing. So much different than Dean.
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Sam the Super Shopper ended up finding a few more shirts for Castiel, as well as some different jeans to try on. Sam wanted to go look for some normal shoes for Cas to wear, but Castiel abruptly stopped him before they could go any farther in that direction. Cas wanted to lighten the load of clothes he was carrying before he even started thinking about shoes or, God forbid, underwear and socks and…whatever else humans wear.
Castiel stepped into the large changing room with the clothes. He dropped them on the floor and inspected the room. He had never thought it would be acceptable to change in the middle of a store like this. Cas looked around for another minute or so, trying to take everything in, before he heard Sam’s voice calling from outside the door.
“Cas? You having any trouble in there?”
“No…I’ve got it.” Cas replied weakly.
“Okay…call if you need anything. I’m right here.” Sam’s voice was all too cheery. Castiel looked into the mirror hanging on the wall and inspected the trench coat he was wearing. The thought of taking off his coat was…well, foreign. He never thought he would have needed to take off his trench coat, much like the rest of the clothes he was wearing.
Castiel managed to wiggle his arm out of one sleeve, and then the next without causing too much of a problem. He felt secretly proud of himself as the coat fell to the floor and looked in the mirror, next studying Jimmy’s blazer. The dark fabric felt stiff in his hands, stiffer than the trench coat was. Removing his arms from the blazer, Castiel decided that this was a lot easier than he imagined.
After Castiel removed the rest of his clothes and was standing in his boxers, he turned back towards the mirror to admire his vessel’s body for the first time. Jimmy was fit and toned, and looked a hell of a lot better than he imagined it to look. He didn’t suspect Jimmy’s body to be some disgusting, misshapen form, but he didn’t expect it to look that damn…good.
“I hope Dean will approve,” Cas mumbled to himself as he picked up a pair of perfectly distressed jeans from the pile of clothes Sam picked out for him. He slipped one leg in, then the next, and pulled them up all the way. Cas turned slightly to admire himself once again in the mirror, smiling slightly while zipping and buttoning the pants.
Castiel picked up the short sleeve, dark blue shirt and slipped his arms into it carefully. The fabric felt even better on his chest and back than it did in his hands. Making sure the shirt was even; he buttoned the shirt up three quarters of the way up and smiled again. He turned around and unlocked the door behind him, going out to show Sam.
“What do you think of this shirt? I really enjoy the feel of the fabric and the color of it.” Cas turned around, almost like a model in front of Sam, showing off the whole outfit. “And the jeans are much more comfortable than I imagined them to be.”
Sam didn’t say anything. He just stared at Castiel, mouth slightly open and eyebrows practically at his hairline.
“Sam? Are you alright? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Castiel stopped moving and cocked his head at Sam, worrying what had happened to him while he was changing.
“No, Cas, I’m fine.” Sam shook his head slightly and looked Castiel over. “I just…I guess I didn’t imagine that you’d look so different in other clothes.” He chuckled and smiled at Castiel whose face relaxed with Sam’s laughs.
“Well.” Castiel stood in front of Sam awkwardly, not moving much and definitely not making eye contact anymore. That few minutes of self-confidence were shot in the face the moment Sam didn’t say anything.
“Well,” Sam finally said after he was done looking Cas over, “I like that shirt, I do, but I want to see the other ones before I make a decision on your date’s behalf.” Sam smirked and sat back in his chair. “But those jeans are great. We’ll definitely get those.”
“A-alright.” Castiel nodded and turned on his heel to go back to the changing room. “I really liked this shirt, though…” Cas picked up the light purple shirt and tried that one on next, not liking it as much as the first.
“I like that color on you!” Sam said as Cas walked out of the dressing room. “It looks good!”
“More than the blue?”
“Yes! I think it looks really good, Cas.” Sam smiled at the angel in front of him. “Now go try on those dark jeans with the blue v-neck.” Castiel nodded and went back into the dressing room to complete Sam’s request.
Putting on the dark jeans was a little harder than Castiel would have liked. They had a hole in the left knee, and Cas almost fell flat on his face because he didn’t think about the possibility of his foot getting caught in the hole.
“Okay, so it’s official; light colors look great on you,” Sam complimented as Castiel came out of the dressing room, tugging the t-shirt down at the hems. Cas didn’t expect it to be that tight and that short on him, but Sam said that Dean would have no complaints, so he shouldn’t even worry because Dean was a perv and he’d totally love that shirt so try on that red one and forget that ugly green one and they’d get going soon!
While Castiel was trying on the red satin shirt and the last pair of blue jeans, Sam finally checked his phone and found out he had received a few texts from Dean over the course of their shopping trip.
“where are u dude its been forever” - 2:59
“hurry the hell up sam im lonely and bored” - 3:17
“what if it was an emergency and u werent answering and i was dead. huh what would u say then sam knowing that u let me die” - 3:28
“oh no sammy the shifter is gonna get me where are u to save me!!!!!” - 3:45
“jesus christ what if the shifter really did get me and ur off doin god knows what not saving me” - 4:00
“seriously im kinda worried are u ok kid” - 4:14
“…youre with cas arent u.” - 4:30
Sam chuckled and sent Dean a reply, a smile growing on his face.
“chill out, D, everything is cool. i’ll be back soon and i’ll bring you pie as a token of my apology.”
Dean replied almost instantly, like he had been sitting next to his phone waiting for a reply the entire time.
“ok i forgive u and i love u once again”
“ ps dont sex up my angel or anything ill kill u”
Sam threw his head back and laughed. Dean really was head over heels for Cas, and it was so freaking adorable he couldn’t deny it any longer. He always thought it would be weird to think of Dean in a relationship, but this was a match made in Heaven, no pun intended.
“Sam?” Castiel coughed awkwardly like he had been standing there a long time. Sam looked up, but couldn’t say anything. Cas looked damn good in this outfit, and Sam’s face was making it obvious. “What? Does it not look sufficient?”
“Oh, Cas, no! You look great in that color!”
“I-I do?” He almost couldn’t believe it. Did he really look that good?
“Shit, Dean is gonna love this!” Sam laughed again and smiled wide.
next chapter.