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Dean Winchester | 33 | Math Teacher {This is an AU SPN rp blog }

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Castiel stared at Dean blankly for almost a solid minute before speaking up again. “Don’t lie. You didn’t know I was flirting with you!” he laughed. “There’s no way you knew.” his demeanor quickly changed from amused to timid as he picked at the rim of his coffee cup.

After a moment of picking at his cup he looked up at him and gave him a small, somewhat awkward smile. Castiel’s eyes lingered on one of Dean’s hands that was on the table for what seemed like forever, before he somehow found the courage to reach his hand out shyly and place his hand over Dean’s, if only the slightest bit.

“If I didn’t already know that you’re a joy to be around then why would I already be out with you?” he questioned, smiling fondly at the other man while squeezing his hand lightly. I like you a lot. He wished he could say those words out loud without feeling awful. He didn’t want to ruin a marriage, but Dean was flirting back. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but does that mean he had to ignore his own feelings?

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A faint blush spread across Castiel's face, colour stained his cheeks, and it made Dean smile softly at him. "Of course I knew! I know everything" he said with a wink, trying to make his blush deepen. There was something about this man that made him want to do things he never thought he'd do. It was crazy, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him into a hug, tell him how beautiful he was and that he loved the way he blushed.

When Cas touched his hand, a gasp of surprise escaped the math teacher's throat, as he looked down at their hands. Swallowing thickly, he squeezed his hand once and after a moment's hesitation, he slowly laced his fingers through Castiel's. He had no idea what to say; there wasn't much left to say anyway. "And I like you. Just the way you are" he said, giving him another smile. He could only hope that he hadn't misread Castiel, that he did like him and that he was not going to punch him in the face for suggesting that he was interested in him. "Well, if you want to spend more time around me, all you have to do is ask. Go out with me tonight" he spoke quitely, but there was a note of determination in his voice.

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Castiel stared at Dean as he spoke, gently laying the fork on the plate. That was enough pie for now. He then put his elbow of the table and leaned his head on his hand as he watched Dean. He seemed uncomfortable and that made Castiel feel guilty. He hadn’t meant to make the other man uncomfortable.

Then Dean said that he liked him again and that made Castiel’s heart flutter once more. He couldn’t help but think that Dean’s reaction to his statement was strange though. Castiel had thought that Dean would immediately deny any notion that he had been flirting, but instead the older man had said “Yeah, well, I like you and it’s not like I stuck my tongue down your throat.” Castiel just couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening. Maybe Dean wasn’t completely straight? How else would he have gotten from flirting to talking about sticking his tongue down his throat?

“It’s alright, I was flirting with you too.” he blurted out without thinking. Castiel quickly averted his gaze after saying that and scuffed his feet nervously. He hoped that he wasn’t going to scare Dean off like this, but he liked him too much to not tell him the truth.

When Dean asked if he wanted to go out for a drink Castiel gazed back at him and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you asking me out on a date now?” he laughed to play it off as a joke even though he was far from joking. “Sure, I’d love that.” he agreed, smiling at him fondly as if he was looking at someone he had known for years.

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So Cas was not angry with him. It was an interesting turn of events, and if Dean didn't know better he'd swear that the guy was trying to make him feel better because he cared about him. The confused expression on Castiel's face made Dean's stomach tighten, his breath catch in his throat as he looked away. He could only hope that Cas wouldn't dwel on it for too long, he had just been trying to be nice, and yeah, he was flirting with him. When Cas said that he was flirting with him, Dean’s head whipped round, eyelids fluttering. What? Well, damn.

He picked up his fork and  sliced off a piece of the pie as his mind swam around to try to find the right words to say. "Oh I know you were!" he teased him and winked at him playfully. "Yeah sure, why not? I'm a joy to be around, you'll see!" Dean smiled at him, resisting the urge to reach over the table and hold his hand. There was something about the way the younger man was looking at him, that made him feel warm and fuzzy inside and he couldn't deny the fact that he was practically falling in love with a man he barely knew.

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Castiel almost gasped when Dean reached over to him and he felt his thumb on his lip, but he was somehow able to stop himself from doing so. However he was unable to stop himself from dropping the fork on the table from the sudden shock. He could feel everyone in the cafe looking at them then from the loud clank the fork made. He picked up the fork again and mumbled a quiet, “Sorry.” even though no one would hear it. Dean might have, nobody else would though.

At this point Castiel was one hundred percent certain that Dean was flirting with him, and there was no way he wasn’t going to bring it up this time. “You’re flirting with me.” Not a question. Castiel just wanted to point it out so maybe he would stop. Dean was teasing and he didn’t enjoy having his feelings played with like this  by someone he wasn’t allowed to have. He was so attracted to Dean and the flirting was making him hard to resist, despite his better judgement. What he wouldn’t give to lean in and kiss him right now.

Castiel then sliced off another piece of pie, that was definitely not a small bite like he said it would be, and ate it. “Going to go home and watch television with my cat.” he said with his mouth still full of pie. He swallowed before continuing his thought, “I wouldn’t really think of that as plans though.” he laughed. “Why do you ask?”

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Dean rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his eyes flicking back over at the couple that was sitting behind them, gesturing for them that everything was okay. "It's okay..." he said softly and gave him a small smile. He certainly didn't want to embarass Castiel or make him feel uncomfortable. "I am sorry...I...You had some chcocolate on your..." he started, shrugging helplessly.

 When Cas said that he was flirting with him, both of his eyebrows shot up in surprise. No, shit teach, he thought, biting his bottom lip to keep from sighing. Understatement of the year, but Dean couldn’t help the light frown creasing his forehead as he flicked his eyes elsewhere, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Why was Castiel staring at him as though he was somebody completely different? "Yeah, well, I like you and it's not like I stuck my tongue down your throat. I was just trying to be...nice, you know?" he sighed and looked over at him again, a small smile speading on his lips. Cas looked adorable and he wished he could tell him just how much he liked him. "Oh wow..." he laughed, shaking his head slowly. "Do you wanna go out for a drink?"

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Was he flirting with him? There was no way this wasn’t flirting, even the most socially awkward person in the world could see that! Castiel wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. He stared at Dean for a long time, studying him. He just couldn’t figure out why he would be doing this, he was straight! He had to be teasing him.

“Thank you…” his voice trailed off quietly at the compliment, as he looked down into his cup again. Castiel opened his mouth to ask about to flirting, but then closed it again. He was just too shy to ask.

“Dude, Dean Winchester never shares his pie. How dare you turn down my offer?” He couldn’t help but laugh at that and smile back up at him. Damn it! He liked Dean so much. There was no way this could end well for him.

Castiel stared at Dean longingly as he took a bite of his pie. He could feel his face heating up again as he watched the older man. “If you insist, it does look good.” he said as he gently took the fork from Dean and sliced off another tiny bite of pie for himself. He took his bite before commenting, “Oh, that is good!” Castiel smiled at him, licking the last of the chocolate off the fork. “May I have another small bite?” he asked hesitantly, pointing at the pie with the fork.

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Dean noticed that Castiel was staring at him and he couldn't help feeling a surge of satisfaction. Castiel was married and as far as he knew, he was straight but Dean would swear that the younger man was blushing and that made his stomach tighten. He's just always been a natural flirt and it gets him into trouble sometimes but this time he couldn't care less. He really liked Cas. Dean smiled at him when he picked up the fork and took a small bite of his pie. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and Dean wished he could kiss his face and taste his lips. Oh he would give anything to have him. When he licked the chocolate off the fork his heart did this funny twisting thing and he had to resist the urge to throw himself out of a window because he just really wanted to pull him into his arms and kiss him. He was screwed. Clearing his throat, he leaned closer and smiled at him "You may have as much as you want, Cas" he said softly and reached over to swipe a smear of chocolate cream from his lips, brushing his thumb briefly over his bottom lip before pulling away. "What are you doing tonight?"

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The confirmation that the older man liked him made his heart flutter and he just couldn’t stop smiling at him. This had to be the most he’d smiled in quite a while. “I like you, too.” he mumbled quietly. Castiel felt a bit nervous with Dean staring into his eyes, but somehow he just couldn’t look away from those beautiful green eyes.

When Dean leaned back in his chair Castiel frowned a little, but did the same. He laughed a little at the reaction to his brother being a stripper. That was not the reaction he was expecting from him, to say the least.

“Why did you not correct her?” he questioned when Dean thanked the waitress, cocking his head to the side in a confused manner. He then stared at the plate Dean pushed toward him for a long moment. “I am not really in the mood for sweets.” he said, lightly pushing the plate back towards Dean. “Besides, that’s yours.” he smiled nervously before taking a sip of his coffee. He hoped he didn’t seem rude by refusing the offer.

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When Castiel asked why he had corrected the waitress, Dean just smiled at him and shrugged. He loved the way Castiel's eyebrows drew together in confusion; he looked absolutely adorable and the faint blush across his face made Dean's heart beat faster and faster. God, Winchester, when did you become so gay? "Because she was smiling, Cas! She thinks we are cute, why ruin her day?" he asked and winked at him playfully. "Besides, I think we are cute too! I mean come on, look at us! I am adorable and you are gorgeous. Just saying..." Oh yeah, Dean was definitely trying to make Cas blush again. 

"Dude, Dean Winchester never shares his pie. How dare you turn down my offer?" he asked, eyes feigning a glare. "Seriously, you should at least have a bite." Dean picked up his fork,  sliced off a tiny bite of  the chocolate pie that looked like it could rot a tooth out instantly, and took a bite. "Wow...It's good!" he looked at Cas and smiled "Are you sure you are not interested, teach?"

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Castiel simply nodded when Dean apologized to show that he understood. He didn’t really need to apologize seeing as he wasn’t that far off the mark. He wouldn’t say he hated Meg but he was far from liking her. “I hope the two of you do. Anna seems like a kind woman.” he said, realizing that that sounded a bit off so he threw in a, “From how you’ve spoken of her, that is.” for safe measure.

Castiel grinned as he listened to Dean talk about his family. He really seemed to love them. When he said his little brother would like him his grin widened, “You think?” he questioned. “Does that mean you like me?” he asked shyly. Then Dean asked about his family and he thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t exactly sure where to start. “My family is pretty tight-knit as well. I have a little brother too.” he smiled, leaning in closer when Dean did without thinking. “His name’s Inias. He’s a stripper.” he laughed a bit, anticipating Dean’s reaction to that. “My mother is a doctor and my father is a teacher. I miss them, I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like to.” he frowned a little.

Just as he was finished talking about his family the waitress came back with their coffee’s and Dean’s pie. Castiel smiled at her as she handed him his coffee, saying a soft thank you. She turned to leave, taking a few steps before turning back towards the two, “You two probably get this a lot, but you’re a really cute couple.” she smiled before turning to leave again. When she said that Castiel simply looked down at his cup to hide a faint blush. How he wished they actually were a couple…

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That nod came to Dean's notice and he couldn't help sighing in relief; Castiel was not angry with him and just like that, a weight was lifted and he could breathe again. "Anna is a lovely young lady..." he agreed and shook his head, gripping the edge of the table with his right hand to keep from leaning any closer to the younger man. 

"Yeah I think..." he admitted, raising an eyebrow at Castiel's next question. Wow, wait. Was the literature teacher flirting with him? Dean cleared his throat and before he could think about it, he leaned closer, reaching over the table to pat the other man's hand twice. "I like you." he said tersely, looking right into his eyes. Oh, did he like him. It was an understatement. The math teacher couldn't help laughing when Cas said that his brother was a stripper. Interesting. "Oh man...Seriously? Wow...That's...cool. Good for him" as he leaned back in his chair, he saw the waitress walking toward them, bring their drinks and his pie "Perfect" he said and winked at Castiel. The woman put the glasses and the plate on the table and looked at them shyly. When she spoke, Dean almost choked on his coffee. He noticed that Castiel was blushing but he just cleared his throat and grinned up at her. "Thank you sweetie" he said before taking another sip of his cofee. Oh Dean was a terrible human being for loving this but he wished they really were a couple. "Come on Cas, try it..." he said and pushed his plate towards him.

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“I don’t hate her.” Castiel corrected the math teacher quickly. “I never said anything like that. I just said she’s not who I imagined myself marrying.” he frowned, “I never said that was a good thing or a bad thing.” he finished with a sigh. He then completely ignored the question of how long he and Meg had been together. There was no way he was admitting that he’s only been with her for less than a year.

When Dean spoke of his wife, Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You guess?” he asked, “That is a strange thing to say.” he stated simply. He thought that Dean and his wife had to be in a fight by this point. Dean didn’t seem like the type who would marry someone he didn’t love.

Okay, Cas was starting to feel sick from all the wife talk. He had to change the subject, now! “So what’s your family like, Dean?” he questioned. Castiel was really curious to learn more about the older man. He could listen to Dean talk about himself all day. He was a bit nervous about asking him so many questions about himself though. He didn’t want Dean to realize that the literature teacher had a crush on him.

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Dean stared at Castiel for a long moment as he listened to him talking about his wife. Damn it, the younger man was obviously confused by Dean's words, to say the least. Dean could only hope that he had not pissed him off. He wasn't trying to imply anything about Meg or their marriage; he just wanted to point out that Cas sounded like he hated his wife. "It's okay, man, I know. I am sorry, I was not trying to make any assumptions, okay?" he explained, raising his hands in surrender "I don't even know you...Yeah, I know, we've been going through a rough time lately. We are gonna be okay though, you know? Anna's nice, we've been together for a long time. We'll figure it out. Hopefully..." he said and sighed. 

Dean certainly didn't expect Castiel's next question. He loved talking about his family, they meant the world to him after all. Still, he was not sure where to start. He could talk about them forever. "They are good people. I have a little brother, Sammy. He is a lawyer. Married, two kids. He's a good guy, he'd like you..." he said and smiled at him. "My mother's a teacher, my father's a mechanic. We are a tight-knit family, really. What about you? What's your family like, Cas?" he asked, leaning a little closer, never breaking eye contact with him.

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Castiel smiled when Dean opened the door for him and then offered to show him around. “I’d like that. No one’s bothered to show me around yet.” he replied in a sweet tone as he followed Dean to a booth.

When Dean asked the question he froze for a moment. How was he supposed to answer that? Castiel opened and closed his mouth a few times before he thought of the best way to explain it without using the word miserable. “You know when you’re about twenty-five and you just know what your life will be like in your thirties?” he paused for a moment before continuing his thought, “Let’s just say this isn’t at all what I imagined my life being like.” he laughed, only now seeing that Dean was staring at him. He then suddenly got shy with the older man looking at him like that and had to look down at the table.

Then the waitress came over and all he decided on ordering was a coffee with milk and two sugars. He wasn’t all that hungry for sweets at the moment. When the waitress left he looked back at Dean and smiled back at him. “What about yourself? How’s married life for you?” he asked curiously. Part of him wished that this man’s marriage wasn’t that great at all or that he wasn’t even married to begin with, but he would never admit that he ever had those thoughts.

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As the math teacher listened to Castiel talking about his married life, about his wife, he looked as if he had just slapped him across the face. So wait, was Castiel trying to tell him that he was miserable, that he was stuck in a loveless, unhappy marriage? Dean couldn't help feeling bad for him; that was something unexpected and he was utterly shocked. "Wow..." he said, both eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Dude, no offence but if I didn't know better, I'd swear that you hate her. How long have you two been together? Meg is not exactly on my Christmas list but she can't be that bad, can she? Don't get me wrong, she was a nightmare during highschool and I almost punched her in the face on more than enough occassions to make me dislike her, but I mean...We were kids and now we are in our thirties..." Dean hoped that Cas wouldn't take his words to heart; he was only trying to understand because he cared about him. When Cas asked him about his marriage, Dean just shrugged and dropped his gaze to the floor. "It's cool I guess. Anna's a nice woman..." he let out a soft sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to relieve some stress. He hated being asked about his marriage. He was not miserable with her but he was not happy either; he was definitely not in love but it became normal after time, something that he had just adjust with. He wasn't satisfied, he wasn't happy but he was dealing with it. However there is only so much pressure a man can take; the family dinners and holiday trips become a part of your daily life, things most people would kill for soon become things that you loathe and you don't know what to do. "She is nice, we are okay, I guess..." he admitted.

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Castiel’s breath was shaky and he was so sick with worry that Dean wouldn’t like him. This was ridiculous, he told himself. He was acting like a teenage girl with a crush!

Then he heard Dean say he wasn’t horrible and he felt like a huge weight had just been lifted from his chest. He smiled fondly at the older man, eyes lingering over his lips for a little too long before he looked into his eyes. “You are very kind, Dean.” he spoke sincerely.

He could tell Dean was trying to make him feel better and it was working, his laugh was quite contagious. “All right.” he replied when they arrived at the cafe. He hopped out of the car and followed Dean, looking up at the building before they entered. “I have never seen this place before. I must still not be used to living here.” he admitted. In truth, he only really left the house to go to work or to pick up groceries and other things, so he was only familiar with a select few places in town.

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It was a pretty nice and quite place. The pie was good enough for even Dean to ignore the lack of beer and burgers. The pie and their cake was delicious though, and he figured that would work. Whatever, he was in a very good mood.

"Hey it's okay. It's not exactly a hot spot..." he said and shrugged as he opened the door for Castiel. Dean scratched at his jaw for a few moments, then tilted his head to the side, glancing over at the younger man. "I could show you around later if you wanna. It's a nice city..." Dean glanced over as they walked inside, absently waving to a waitress before he grabbed a booth over to their right.  

"So how's married life?" he asked with a grin as he took his jacket off and tossed it on the chair next to him. He crossed his arms over his chest and sat back, looking at Castiel thoughtfully, a playful smile on his lips. God, he was so attractive. Dean wished he could walk over to the blue eyed man and kissed him senseless, run his fingers through his soft hair, taste his lips, his skin...  When the waitress came over to ask what they’d like to eat, Dean was snapped out of his trance, coughing awkwardly. He ordered a slice of chocolate pie and a cup of hot black coffee, waited for Castiel to do the same, and then looked over at him again, flashing him a sweet smile.

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Castiel jumped a little when he felt Dean’s hand on his knee. He bit his lip and looked away, desperately trying to think of something to say to calm the other man’s worry because yes, he had definitely heard the worry in Dean’s voice.

He wasn’t able to stop himself from smiling a little at Dean’s attempts to comfort him though. Comfort. Not something he was used to anymore, that’s for sure. Support either, for that matter. He got those things from his family, but not here. He hadn’t got even an ounce of comfort or love or support at his “home.” All he got when he arrived home every day was another complaint about something he’s been doing “wrong” that would most likely escalate into a screaming match. Cas and Meg didn’t agree on anything.

Castiel took a deep breath and looked back at Dean, giving him a small smile. Although he did have to force it. “I’ve worried you.” he stated plainly at first, “I’m sorry. It’s nothing to worry about. Meg and I just had an argument not too long ago so I suppose I am… bitter.” he looked away from Dean once again when he had gotten that last word out. “You must think I’m a horrible person for speaking about my wife like that.” he frowned at the car window.

He liked Dean so much, he hadn’t felt such a strong attraction to another person before. They hadn’t known each other long and somehow he was already terrified of losing him. Castiel just hoped to God that Dean would still want to be friends with him after what he had said.

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Rubbing his fingers over the bridge of his nose, Dean sighed and looked away. "It's okay...I am just...I was worried..." he admitted, shaking his head thoughtfully. He could see that Castiel was worried that he had said something wrong, that he had screwed up and he just wanted to make the other man feel better because, oddly enough, he did care about him. "You are not a horrible person, Cas!" he said flatly, glancing over at him. "You are human, shit happens, right?" he smiled at him and reached over to pat his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. 

He knew what kind of person Meg was; she was manipulative, opinionated and bossy. It could drive you crazy; he wasn't blaming Castiel. "Believe me I get it, every time Anna and I have an argument, I end up sleeping in my car!" he laughed as he pulled into the cafe's parking lot. "Come on, we are here." he opened the door and got out of the car, gesturing for Castiel to follow him into the cafe.

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Castiel’s hand lingered on Dean’s shoulder for a long moment before he allowed himself to pull away. He was unable to hide his frown the more they talked about Meg, so he turned his head to face the window. “Yeah, lucky me… If that’s what you’d like to call it.” he sighed.

There was a long silence then. That sounded like something Meg would do, but he couldn’t say that. Saying something like that would possibly give too much away about his marriage.

I am sure she grew up to be a lovely woman

Okay, he tried his hardest but he really couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “Lovely woman,” there was a pause then, in between his laughter, “That’s a funny joke.” he laughed a little more before he realized what he had just said. “I, uh, please don’t tell anyone I said that.” he spoke nervously, “If Meg ever found out I said something like that she’d kill me.” he rubbed the back off his neck and gave Dean a pleading look.

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Dean turned down the music and glanced over at the blue eyed man sitting next to him as his frown deepened. He didn't know what to think at the moment; was Castiel joking? But why would he lie about his wife? There was definitely something off about the whole situation. The math teacher suspected that it had not been just about Meg being a bully during high school. There was something in castiel's voice that was making his hurt ache for the man. 

"Wait...what do you mean?" he asked carefully, putting a hand on Castiel's knee, squeezing lightly. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to...Are you okay?" he asked, voice strained with worry. "hey don't feel bad...I was not trying to make you feel bad Cas...I just...It's ok!" he said softly, rubbing Castiel's knee with his palm, trying to make him feel better. He had no idea what was going on in the younger man's head but he did want to help him because oddly enough, he cared about him. "Are you ok?" he asked, stealing a glance at him. "Should I stop the car?"

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Castiel was staring at Dean with a big stupid smile on his face. The way that he was looking at him; his eyes were screaming that he was falling in love and he didn’t want to stop himself looking at him this fondly. “I’m sure you’re willing to keep that promise, Winchester.” another chuckle.

He shrugged at the questions, “I am not the greatest conversationalist.” he looked down, feeling a little awkward. Then Dean said he was awesome and the smallest smile played on his lips. “You are very kind, Dean.” he looked back at him, once again giving him a fond look.

“Yes, a couple years ago I just happened to be passing through here, when I met Meg.” If only I had met you instead though. “So I sort of got stuck here.” he laughed bitterly. He couldn’t be more miserable being stuck here in the unhappiest marriage of all time. But he never wanted anyone else to know how unhappy he was. Pity was not something Castiel enjoyed getting.

He then noticed Dean sigh and look away, “You seem troubled. Is there something wrong?” he asked, touching Dean’s shoulder.

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Dean smiled fondly at Castiel, he really couldn't stop smiling, it was just too easy when he was around Cas. "Thank you very much Novak, I promise that I won't let you down!" he winked at him before looking away again.

When Cas spoke again, Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes and snort; it was Castiel's wife they were talking about and as much as Dean hated her, he knew better than talking shit about her, he didn't want to lose Cas, they could be good friends and even though it wouldn't be much, it'd be something. Cas had stayed for her so he must had seen something good about her and, anyway, it was none of his business. "Lucky you..." he muttered as he fiddled with the radio stations until he found one that he liked. When Cas touched his shoulder he bit his lip to keep from gasping in surprise. Damn, it was so unfair. If only he had met Cas first...

"Yeah, well, I know your wife... We were high school classmates, she used to bully my little brother" he said coldly but quicky snapped out of his trance. "It's ok, we were kids. I am sure she grew up to be a lovely woman" he smiled faintly. 

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Castiel stared at Dean, tilting his head as he did so. “I am? I wasn’t aware that anyone considered me popular.” he said with a confused tone in his voice.

When Dean described himself Castiel couldn’t help but laugh and smile. He hadn’t laughed or smiled like this in a very long time, in fact he barely ever laughed or smiled in his personal life anymore. “Are you trying to make yourself sound bad? Because I just think you’re endearing.” Yes, he was going to flirt a little bit. It can’t hurt, right?

“I am pretty socially awkward and I tend to ramble on about things no one cares about.” he responded when Dean pointed out that he could’ve talked to him first. “I wasn’t quite sure what to say to you. I didn’t think you’d like me.” he admitted, fidgeting nervously.

He stared at the radio for a moment when Dean turned it on. Some silly love song was on, one that he definitely did not love and usually sung when he was alone. He cleared his throat when he realized that Dean had asked him a question, “I’m from Illinois.” he answered, giving him a small smile.

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Endearing. Dean couldn't help smiling. So Castiel liked him...The fact that he had used the word endearing made him feel stupidly excited; he felt as if he had just passed a test. "Oh yeah I am adorable! I am like a little kid, you'll never get bored of me Novak, I promise!" he said, stealing a glance at him.

"What are you talking about man? Are you freaking kidding me? Of course I like you, what's not to like?" he asked incredulously. Cas couldn't possibly think that Dean didn't like him, it was hard to believe that anyone could dislike Castiel Novak. "Have you met yourself?" he shook his head slowly "Shut up, you are awesome!" The clearance of throat came to his notice and he raised an eyebrow. Was he making Cas feel uncomfortable? "Cool...And what are you doing here then?" he asked, smiling back easily. "Oh, yeah...Right. Your wife...." he sighed and looked away. "Meg's from around here..."

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Castiel looked straight ahead and couldn’t help but smile warmly at the second use of that nickname. It strangely made him feel like they were closer than they actually were.

He returned Dean’s gaze and his smile fell when he saw Dean run his hand over his mouth. He looked tired and troubled. Castiel wanted to ask what was wrong again but it wasn’t his place to ask, he barely knew this man.

“If you wanted to get to know me better then why didn’t you just speak with me earlier?” he gave him a questioning look. Castiel had been waiting, hoping for the older man to start talking to him for what seemed like forever now. Every time he attempted to talk to Dean himself he got too nervous and didn’t know what to say to him. He was more than happy that Dean had came over and spoken with him today.

“A french café sounds lovely. I didn’t know there was one around here.” he remarked, smiling once more. There was a long pause after that before he asked, “Where are you from, Dean?” almost out of no where. He couldn’t help that he was curious.

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Dean rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously, humming low in his throat.  "Hmm, well, I mean...I didn't know what to say you know? You are a smart guy and the most popular teacher of our college and I am just...Dean Winchester. I am addicted to junk food, pies and rock music and I am painfully in love with a car!" he said with a shrug, smiling back at Cas. He reached over to pat Castiel on the shoulder. "I didn't want to pressure you into being friends with me..." he muttered,  making an aimless, unhelpful gesture. "You could have talked to me first though..." he pointed out. As soon as the words left his mouth he wished that he hadn't said anything. Fuck. Perhaps Castiel hadn't talked to him because he didn't want to talk to someone like Dean. 

"Anyway, yeah...It's a cool place, I like it and they make awesome chocolate pie." he said as he turned the radio on. He didn't like awkward pauses, they made him feel like an idiot. 

"I'm from Kansas. What about you?" he asked, looking over at him.