Jun 1, 2016
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“I think I missed the invitation to the Black-Eyed Sleaze convention... Pardon the pun, but what the Hell were you thinking?”
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@crossroadcastiel | sniffed the glue liked the thing!
“I think I missed the invitation to the Black-Eyed Sleaze convention... Pardon the pun, but what the Hell were you thinking?”
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“And you called ME an abomination. Hey, at least I didn’t trade in my super special angel feathers to save one of the Winchester’s asses.”
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“Castiel...nice to see you” he said with a smirk on his face. “Are you now going to tell me where the Winchesters are?” Lucifer knew that the angel wouldn’t simply tell him this, however he knew how to bring him to tell him.
crossroadscastiel I saw the post you reblogged about AU meetings and read your tags... I hope no one's done this yet though.
Dean grinned as he settled back in his seat, buttered popcorn, large soda and snacks in hand. He had been waiting to see this movie since it was announced. Marvel wasn’t his favorite when it came to superhero’s, but when he had found out the score for Guardians of the Galaxy, he knew he had to see it. Unfortunately, it seemed Marvel was super popular and the theaters had all been packed full. Until now. He had finally been able to get a single ticket, and he was excited as hell.
The theatre wasn’t very packed today, probably because it was a weekday and he had picked a showing around noon. There were still the odd few people there, but no one was really seated near him.
Dean snacked on the popcorn and waited for the lights to dim and the movie to start, grinning at the first song.
It wasn’t long into the film, just after the talking raccoon and giant tree showed up, when Dean heard whispers. Loud whispers. From right behind him.
‘He’ll probably shut up in a bit.’ Dean thought, shoving more popcorn in his mouth. But, five minutes later, the guy was still talking.
Dean turned around in his seat and glared at the man behind him.
“Stop talking during the movie! I am trying to watch dick bag!” Dean hissed. He turned back around with a huff before the man could answer and, thankfully, heard no more noise from behind him.
Come the end of the movie, Dean was torn between his favorite superhero and knew what his next gift to himself was. He stayed for the extra scene, laughing at the remnant from the past, and eventually stood and stretched.
“Man. Sammy’s gonna be pissed that he didn’t get to see this.”
He chuckled and started picking up his garbage when someone tapped on his shoulder
“Um, excuse me?” A mans voice said from behind him. Dean turned and prayed to god that his jaw didn’t drop when he saw the hottie in front of him.
He was just shorter than Dean, with dark brown ruffled hair, almost like he had rolled put of bed or finished a good bout of activity in bed. His eyes were bright blue. Serious bright fucking crystal blue. At least, that’s what Dean thought. He wasn’t so good at describing things in a romantic way, but they were attractive as hell.
“Uh… Y-Yeah?” Dean asked, blinking and tearing his eyes away from plump lips and back to the other mans eyes.
“I would just like to apologize for interrupting the movie. I am unused to watching movies in a theatre. I would like to make it up to you.”
Dean balked and started protesting.
“Nah man, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have been such a dick to you.”
“No. I was the one who was the… dick. Allow me to buy you lunch as an apology. There is a restaurant just across the street. Please.”
The guy looked so sincere and apologetic, Dean felt his resolve crumble and shrugged, not wanting to seem too excited.
“Alright. If you want to, dude. So, what’s your name?” He asked, following him out of the theatre.
“Oh. Castiel Novak. And yours?”
“Dean Winchester.”
Castiel smiled and Dean matched him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dean. Does Red Robin sound okay?”
Half an hour later Dean and Castiel were sat at a table outside, laughing and talking like they had been friends for ages.
“So how many siblings do you have?” Dean asked after Castiel finished telling a story about his brother Gabriel.
“Quite a few. There’s Michael, who is the oldest, Lucifer is next.” He held up a hand as Dean opened his mouth. “Don’t ask. Then Metatron, Gabriel and Gadreel, next is Uriel, then Anna, followed by me, and finally Samandriel.”
Dean whistled lowly.
“That’s quite the family. Plus your parents.”
“Only my father. My mother died when I was very young, just after Samandriel was born.”
“Oh. I’m sorry man. I know how you feel though. My mom died a few months after Sammy was born.”
“I am sorry, Dean.”
“Me too, man.”
They each gave the other a small, sad smile.
“So, tell me about your family.” Castiel prompted, sipping his strawberry lemonade.
“Well, there’s me and Sammy and Bobby. He’s basically our dad since ours… Left. Sammy’s in school right now. It’s his last year before he heads off to college. He’s a smart kid, got a full ride scholar ship to Harvard.” Dean smiled with pride.
“That’s amazing.” Castiel said. “You must be very proud of him.”
“I am. What about your siblings? What’re they like?”
“Difficult.” Castiel said straight faced. “Michael is very obedient to our father and despises those who break the rules. He and Lucifer were close, but a few years ago Lucifer struck out on his own and now they no longer speak. Metatron is. Well, he is a dick.” Dean snorted and Castiel smiled at him.
“Gadreel used to be, but he’s much better now and we’re close. Uriel and Anna have both moved out and we were never very close with each other, so we don’t speak much. Gabriel is a nuisance, but he’s the the brother I’m closest to other than Samandriel.”
“Sounds like an exciting family. What about your dad?”
“He’s a drunk. I haven’t seen him in years. I just know he’s writing some series somewhere.” He shrugged as if it was nothing.
Their waitress, Tiffany, came out with they’re food balanced on her tray and smiled.
“Alright, here’s the Bleu Ribbon Burger,” she said, placing a plate down in front of Castiel. “and the Whiskey River Bbq Burger.” She placed the second plate down in front of Dean and smiled at the two of them.”Anything else I can do for you?”
“Not that I can think of.” Dean said with a smile. “Thank you.”
Tiffany smiled and thanked them before returning into the restaurant, leaving the two of them alone again.
“So do you have a girlfriend?” Dean asked casually, taking a bite of his burger.
“Mm.” Castiel held up a finger and swallowed before trying to answer again. “No.”
“Uh, boyfriend?” Dean said, hoping he didn’t sound very flustered.
“No, I’m single.” Castiel said with a smile. “What about you?”
“The same.” Dean thought over the risks and signals for a split second before he leaned forward ever so slightly and grinned at Castiel. “Although I’m hoping to change that soon.”
Castiel blinked in surprise before he copied Dean’s movement.
“Oh?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah. There’s this really attractive guy I met a bit ago.”
Castiel’s smile grew.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well how do you plan on wooing him?” He asked with a teasing tone.
Dean grinned and leaned closer, his voice sinking to a conspiratorial whisper.
“I have a plan he said as Castiel leaned closer, their noses nearly brushing.
“Oh?”
Dean hummed in conformation before leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss from Castiel.
“What do you say to a second date, Cas? Can I call you Cas?”
“Only if you pay for the next date.” Cas said with a grin.
“Deal.”
i reblogged that for you middy hoping you would choke on your pie i am god.