Even though Dean had no reason for it, he was nervous. He didn't really understand himself when it came to his anxiousness about the date he was having soon; he had been on the countless other dates before this, and he had never been nervous, so why now?

To Sam, it was if course funny to see Dean like that, and he had already spent the whole day laughing and snickering, telling Dean time after time that it was hilarious how he had a crush.

Dean didn't really feel that way; he didn't have a crush, Castiel had just seemed like a fun guy and now Dean decided to give the guy a chance since he had nothing else to do anyway.

They left the motel room together; Dean had a date and Sam had to go meet Rufus about something the man needed help with, and since Dean still had the damn cast on his hand he would've needed a ride anyway. This time, he was actually glad that Rufus had managed to fuck something up again, because he hated to ask Sam to drive him around, so now he hadn't had to because Sam had to leave either way.

"Have fun," Sam smirked as he pulled up to the side of the road so Dean could get off. "But not too fun, it's kinda slutty if you put out in the first date."

"Shut up, Sam," with an eye roll Dean got up from the car, motioned with his hands to his brother to keep going already.

When he was left alone, Dean took a moment to just breathe deep. He had nothing to worry about, he was a pro. He had been on so many dates he couldn't remember half of them; he'd survive this.

With slow, kind of shaky steps Dean entered the coffee shop, immediately spotting Castiel sitting next to the counter. The man's eyes once again lit up as he saw Dean approach him, and Dean had to admit he had already missed those eyes.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel smiled as he got up from his seat. "How are you?"

Dean bit his lower lip to keep himself from laughing over how weird it already felt. "Well, still pissed about the cast," he was soon able to answer.

"How long until you'll get rid of it?" Castiel asked, tilting his head a little. As he did so, he signed for one of his co workers to come to the counter. "Dean, this is Amanda," the man smiles as she approached. "She's gonna make us coffees, you know, to make up for the bad coffee I made you yesterday."

Dean let out a short laugh, and just when he was about to answer the man, Amanda decided to hold her hand out over the counter. Dean stared at it for a moment before he realized he was supposed to shake it. "Nice to meet you," he forced the words out with a pretentious smile.

"You too, Dean," Amanda smiled widely before letting go of his hand so that she could fix the drinks for the men.

Dean felt even weirder by the fact that Castiel had just introduced him to a co-worker. On their date. And the coworker had known Dean's name before Dean had even had a chance to introduce himself. To be honest, it even freaked him out a bit.

"How come I've never seen you and your brother here before?" Castiel casually leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on Dean and a smile playing on his lips.

Dean had been so confused about Amanda, that the question got him off guard and it took him a moment to find the right words: "Uh, we move a lot," he shrugged, "you know, because of the job."

"Oh? I didn't know Hunter's' job was like that," Castiel's smile never faded, and it would've helped Dean to relax if he hadn't noticed how Castiel's co workers kept staring at them from a distance.

"Well, not always," Dean tried his best to focus on Castiel instead of the co workers, "But but we're more of a call us if you need something killed kind of hunters."

"So if there's like an emergency, you're the ones to take care of it."

"That's us," Dean nodded with a pleased smile. He had done this hundreds of times, but he was still kinda sure it had never been this easy to explain what he did for a living.

"Sounds interesting," Amanda's voice made Dean jump a little; he had definitely not expected for her to get involved in their discussion. "Even though you don't really look like a hunter to me," Dean wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a compliment or not, either way, he still felt like punching her at this point, "But how would I know, right? Anyway, here's your drinks."

Dean was more than happy to accept the drink, so he could just get the hell out of there with Castiel, but for some reason the man didn't really look like he was leaving.

"Castiel?" Dean furrowed as he turned back towards the man. "Are we going?"

"Where?" the man seemed confused. Dean had a bad hunch. "I thought we could stay here, you know, enjoy the coffees in a warm place instead of freezing outside."

Dean bit the insides of his cheeks, forcing himself to shut up about the fact that it was probably more chill in the café than outside. "Sounds, mh, nice," he forced a smile.

Castiel on the other hand seemed more than happy when they sat down at one of the few tables. To Dean, it was simply weird, but he decided to give the man a chance.

And he did not regret it. Castiel was funny, kind and easy to be with, even though the man's mind seemed to be filled with thoughts that felt a little weird to Dean. But he was definitely better company than the pick up lines had indicated for him to be.

What Dean didn't enjoy was the fact that Castiel's co workers seemed to have a lot of work to do near their table, and they didn't exactly try to hide the fact that they were eavesdropping on their conversation. If Dean told Castiel something funny while one of the workers were somewhere near, they laughed with Castiel. If Castiel told Dean he liked his hair, the nearest co worker smiled and nodded as an agreement on what Castiel had just said.

When Sam pulled up outside of the coffee shop, Dean felt a weight roll off of him and he practically jumped up from his seat.

"What? Already?" Disappointment flashed through Castiel's face as he realized Dean was going to leave.

"Oh, well, yeah," Dean rubbed his neck awkwardly, "He's my ride, and I really don't have the energy to-"

Castiel shook his head and hurried to interrupt Dean: "No, no! It's okay, Dean," the man gave him a warm smile. "I just hope we could've spent more time together."

With a melting heart, Dean suddenly heard himself promise the man a new date: "Maybe we'll meet again? With better time?"

"Sounds great," if possible, Castiel's smile got even wider.

"I'll call you when we get back to town," Dean promised before walking out of the building, straight to Impala where his brother was impatiently waiting for him.

"Well? Did it go well?" Sam's eyes were filled with curiosity and the need to know everything. "Are you gonna meet again?" His face dropped as

Dean gave him a simple shrug. "What? Was it that horrible?"

"It was a bit weird."

"But?"

"I'll give him a call if we're around."