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Dean's hands were sweating. Fucking butterflies were in his stomach. His hands were vibrating, and he felt sick. This was a bad idea. Mary kept glancing at him from where she was playing, noticing her Daddy was acting different but unsure why or what she could do to help him. Dean's eyes searched the playground, sweeping over the entire thing every few minutes or so. They'd been here almost an hour already, but Dean hadn't calmed down. What if he didn't show up? What if he held his promise, and decided to take a different route?
An hour and a half there, and Dean was starting to believe that he wouldn't show up, when suddenly, the flash of a trench coat caught his eye. Dean swallowed and stood. Here goes nothing.
Castiel didn't notice him until he was a few feet away, almost walking by him with his suitcase, before Dean caught onto his sleeve. Green eyes met blue, and Castiel's eyes narrowed.
Dean wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and shifted.
"Hey, Cas… Castiel, right?"
"Dean Winchester," came the low response.
Dean took a deep breath.
"Ok… Look, Cas—Castiel…"
Castiel's blue eyes stared at him, tilting his head in wait.
"Er… just… I'm sorry. About yesterday," Dean forced out, feeling his pride start to fray.
Castiel's eyes dropped. It was silent for a moment.
"You know, Dean…" Castiel began, and Dean flinched, waiting for the insult, the punch, the rejection, "you should not feel guilty. I understand your reaction."
Dean blinked in surprise.
"No, man," Dean protested, taking a step closer, "I was a jerk. You coulda just decked me or something, I probably deserved it."
Castiel smiled a little, and Dean smiled in response. It was quiet again, and Dean's stomach squirmed.
"So… I was… um… just wondering…" God damnit, he was stuttering like a teenage girl, and Castiel was staring at him, and damnit, those sea-blue eyes were doing something to him…
Castiel smiled and spoke, finally taking mercy.
"Dean, if you want my number, you can just ask."
Dean's eyebrows shot up, and for a moment Castiel's smile faltered, before a huge grin spread on Dean's lips and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm that obvious, huh?"
Castiel laughed, his shoulders relaxing.
"I hoped that I wasn't being too obvious," Castiel admitted. Dean laughed, shaking his head.
"Coulda fooled me. I thought for a second you were going to whip out some angel mojo and smite my ass."
Castiel laughed, hard, surprising the both of them, but in a very good way. Dean grinned proudly.
"So, is that a yes?" he asked hopefully. Castiel smiled and held out a hand, beckoning with his fingers. Dean dug into his pocket, fumbling a bit, and brought out his phone. He reached and set it into Castiel's open palm, when their fingers brushed.
This simple touch sent an electric spark down Dean's spine and the phone slipped from his fingertips. Thankfully, Castiel caught it and began clicking like nothing had happened. Dean blushed and shifted as Castiel clicked intently on his phone. After a few moments he raised his head and smiled, holding the phone back out towards him. Dean took it back, braced this time for the shock that came from the touch of Castiel's fingertips. Seriously, how long had it been since he'd even held someone's hand other than Mary's?
"I don't have my phone with me, I left it at home," Castiel explained, small smile still in place, "Just call or text me so that I have your number."
"Will do," Dean grinned.
Saving them from an awkward silence, the two men both turned to see Mary charging towards them, grinning, tangled blond hair whipping behind her.
"The angel came back!" she shouted, running straight into Castiel's legs and latching on. Castiel glanced at Dean for direction, so when Dean laughed, he smiled and patted Mary on the head.
"His name is Castiel, sweetheart," Dean told her. She blinked her large green eyes and looked up at Castiel for confirmation. When he nodded, she scrunched her nose up.
"Castle… Castel… Casty!" she finalized, nodding. Castiel laughed.
"That's fine," he assured her.
Dean smiled fondly and held out a hand to Mary.
"Come on, baby, leave Cas alone."
Mary reluctantly let go of Castiel's leg and hooked her tiny fingers around two of Dean's. Dean looked up at Castiel, who blinked at him in surprise, and he grinned.
"I'll see you later, then?"
Castiel smiled a little, and then it grew as he nodded.
"Yes. Goodbye, Dean."
Dean grinned and nodded.
"Bye angel-Casty!" Mary shouted as they began to move away, drawing a laugh from both of the men. They exchanged last minute waves before Dean and Mary turned fully and Castiel continued on his way. Mary stared up at him as she bounced to keep up with him, and Dean smiled.
"What is it, baby?"
Mary shrugged her shoulders exaggeratedly.
"You look happy, Daddy," Mary stated.
Dean's smile tightened.
"Yeah. I like it!" she announced.
Dean forced out a laugh.
"You ready to go to Uncle Sammy's, baby?" Dean distracted.
"Yeah!" she shouted, and thankfully they continued on with Mary's inconsistent babble of things that mostly didn't make sense. But they caused Dean to relax slightly, and they were able to get into the car in one piece.
When the door to Sam's house opened, Mary shrieked and ran in, giving a hug to his calf before running inside, most likely to seek out their cat, Crowley. It was a nasty little thing, but absolutely adored Mary.
Dean handed Sam Mary's backpack and Sam took it before raising an eyebrow.
Dean nodded a bit, leaning against the doorway. Sam's eyebrow rose even higher.
"Something on your mind, Dean?"
Dean was busy going through his phone, and for a moment Sam believed he was going to continue ignoring him before Dean raised the phone to show him the screen. Dean looked away as Sam squinted at the phone, reading the name 'Castiel' under contacts, followed by a full-digit number.
Both of Sam's eyebrows shot up and his jaw unhinged.
"Dude!" he exclaimed, mouth spreading into a huge grin, eyes lighting up, "How the hell did you swing that? I thought the dude was pissed at you?"
Dean shrugged, clicking the screen off and shoving the phone back into his pocket.
"We just kinda… got over it," he shrugged, and then looked his brother in the eye, pointing an accusing finger, "And you and Jo better stop talking behind my back, or I swear—"
"Yeah, whatever. So you gonna call him?"
Dean hesitated, scratching at the cement with the tip of his boot.
"I dunno, man… he said to just call him or something so he'd have my number, because he left his somewhere, but…"
Sam laughed again, shaking his head, and Dean gave him a confused glance.
"Dude, you can't be that out of it," Sam started, shaking his head again when Dean just deepened his frowned, "He totally did that on purpose, to give you a reason to call him."
"For sure," Sam nodded confidently.
Dean was silent, and then sighed.
"Alright. Well, I've gotta get to the shop. I'll text you when I get off."
"Ok. And call him!"
Dean waved over his shoulder as he walked away, and he could practically hear Sam rolling his eyes before the door shut behind him.
Dean walked into a knowing smirk from Jo, and he raised an accusing finger.
"Shut up," he said, not unkindly. She simply laughed and they got to work, Bobby muttering something that sounded like "idjit girls" under his breath.
The rest of the day went by slowly. Everything kept Dean's hands and mind pretty busy, so only after tossing a goodbye to Jo and Bobby and driving towards Sam's did thoughts of Castiel begin to invade his mind.
Dean nibbled on his bottom lip as he pulled into Sam's driveway and cut the ignition. He sat there for a moment before pulling his phone out of his pocket. At the top of the contacts list, his thumb hovered for a moment.
It hadn't occurred to him until now that Dean hadn't known the guy's last name. Dean licked his lips, and after a tense second he pressed close and shoved the phone back into his pocket, hopping out of the car. When he knocked on the door, a few moments passed before it opened and this time it was Jess, the beautiful blonde Sam had finally married after seven years of dating, cradling a snoozing Mary to her chest.
She smiled as Dean lifted Mary gently into his arms, where she snuggled into his chest.
"Thanks, Jess," Dean muttered. Jess smiled kindly.
"No problem, Dean," she whispered back, "You two have a good night."
Dean nodded and tossed the same back before they left.
The room was cold and quiet. Mary had been asleep for hours, only becoming conscious long enough for a "goodnight". Her dad sat forward on the edge of the couch, toes of mud- covered boots resting mutually on the edge of a thick maroon colored carpet. Hard skin on the flip side of a wide thumbnail was caught in between harsh, white teeth, whose jacket corners were dragged down by an unseen force.
The same force seemed to be pressing eyebrows down over intense green jewels, waving like unsure waters in the sea as they set on the small metal contraption seated on the stained coffee table before them. The screen had dulled, and Dean released his thumb to click it again, illuminating the small patch of air around it.
On it sat Castiel's number, staring back at him with a similar curiosity to its owner. Dean nibbled on his thumb again. In his mind, he once again checked off the mental list he'd comprised of the pros and cons of calling Cas:
Pros? They could be friends, at the least. There couldn't be too much bad that came out of being around new people. Also, Mary liked him; it might be good for her, too.
Calling him would most likely shut up Sam and Jo for a bit.
And… Dean liked him, if he was being honest. He was different. And he seemed to actually like Dean. For now, Dean thought, before he gets to know me. That brought on the cons. Dean's brain hesitated a moment.
Well… Cas could turn out to be a jerk. Dean doubted it, but it was possible. Even if he wasn't, there was no way Cas would be able to handle all of Dean's baggage.
Dean's heart dropped unexpectedly into his stomach. It was so true. Once Cas got a peek into Dean's fucked up life, he'd turn tail in a second. Not to mention what Lisa would think…
Dean shot to his feet, grabbing the phone and clicking End in seconds. He breathed for a second before he rubbed his eyes, ignoring the prickling sensation behind his eyelids. He retired to his room, placing the phone on his bedside table. Dean crawled under the covers, lying on his side, facing the smooth pillow beside him. After a painful second, he shifted around, facing the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.
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