They were sitting in another diner, a plate of cold fries pushed to the side to make room for several books and notes as they mapped out the case in town.
But Dean couldn't keep his eyes on the papers. Not when Cas was sat on the other side on the booth, biting at his lower lip as he skimmed through a book they'd borrowed from the local library. It was distracting.
But not as distracting as Cas' left hand. Cas was flicking pages with his right hand, but his left hand was just resting on the table between them. And Dean had the overwhelming urge to press their hands together and interlock their fingers.
They hadn't held hands before; at least not in public. Private kisses and gentle touches behind closed doors over the last few weeks, yet they'd never discussed anything about them being affectionate around other people.
And yet now, sitting in this dimly lit diner at 9 o'clock at night on a random Monday, Dean absolutely yearned to link their hands together. He ached to feel Cas' hand brushing against his own. All he had to do was inch his own hand just a few inches forward and he could slide his pinky finger across Cas'. But he didn't know if Cas would want that.
So Dean sat there and pretended to research while he pined.
Until a ridiculous idea popped into his mind. Grabbing one of the spare napkins from the holder, Dean pulled out a pen and scratched a quick message onto the napkin.
He waited until Cas had finished his page before he nudged the napkin across the table into Cas' space. Cas looked up, squinting his eyes and tilting his head at Dean before finally looking down at the note Dean had written.
Cas glanced at the paper, then back up to Dean, then down to the napkin again before a soft little smile graced his face. When their gazes locked again, Cas was absolutely beaming as he flipped his left hand on the table so his palm was facing up; an invitation for Dean to take.
Quietly, Dean inched his own hand forward until he slipped his hand into Cas'; pressing their palms together softly. Simultaneously they both intertwined their fingers, causing Dean to grin at Cas. The touch was warm and comforting; a perfect fit. It was everything Dean has been aching for, and his heart hummed in pleasure as Cas' thumb graze across the back of Dean's hand.
"Is this okay?" Dean finally asked into the quiet space between them.
Cas squeezed Dean's hand in response. For a few seconds, they stared at each other, and Dean swore his heart began to kick up speed against his ribs.
"It's perfect," Cas said, squeezing Dean's hand again before glancing back to his book.
They sat for another 30 minutes researching with their hands interlocked before they finally packed up and headed back to the motel where Sam had just found something useful.
And if Dean saw Cas tucking the little napkin note into his trenchcoat pocket with a fond smile, well, then Dean just had to hold Cas' hand as they left the diner because he was overcome with another surge of affection for his angel.
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