"So?" Sam asked after taking a bite from his veggie burger.

Dean threw away the empty wrappers of the burger he had eaten and raised his brow in a questioning manner. "What?" he asked even though he knew damn well what Sam wanted to know.

"Where are you going today?" Sam asked.

"Apparently he's taking me paintballing," Dean told his brother with a chuckle. "Don't ask me why, because I have no idea, but it sounds better than opera so I agreed."

"Paintballing, huh? Sounds romantic," Sam commented with a bored voice as he eyed through the morning paper. They hadn't found a case for them to investigate, which was why Dean had decided to call Castiel so they could go out on another date, and Sam was desperately trying to find them a new case because they were both bored out of their minds.

"Yeah, I know, I totally wished he would take me to see a ballet," Dean joked and received an amused eye-roll from Sam. "Seriously Sam, you think I really care about romance? Besides, what could be more romantic than paintballing?"

"I don't know, probably anything," Sam laughed and shook his head.

"Well we don't need your opinion on that," Dean told his brother before pouring the rest of his drink down his throat.

At three, Dean pulled up at Castiel's driveway and smiled widely at the black haired man that got in his car. It had been almost two months after their last date, but it had felt like years. Of course they had been texting pretty much every day and even spoken on the phone a few times, but it was so different from actually seeing each other in person. For example, when they spoke on the phone, Dean wasn't nervous at all. But now that Castiel was once again sitting next to him, an uncomfortable know appeared in his stomach and he felt like everything he said sounded extremely stupid.

But apparently, Castiel didn't think Dean sounded stupid at all. Through the whole drive they talked about work, food, tv-shows they liked, and everything between, and Castiel never stopped laughing at Dean's jokes. He even laughed at the ones that made Dean cringe at himself. But the fact that even those kind of jokes managed to make Castiel laugh made Dean even happier that it was Castiel he was on a date with.

Dean parked the car in the middle of a huge, gritty parking lot. He turned to Castiel, who was already about to get up from the car, but stopped when he realized Dean was staring at him.

"What?" Castiel asked, a hint of worry in his voice. "Something wrong?"

"No! Everything's fine," Dean hurried to answer with a smile. "Just wondering, why paintballing?"

A faint blush appeared on Castiel's cheeks, and Dean felt like his heart had done a backflip. "I, uh… I just thought, you know, you work with guns and all that stuff so you must be pretty into shooting stuff, and I wanted to do something you'll actually enjoy. So, since the idea of touching a real gun frightens me, I thought paintballing would be something we'll both enjoy."

Dean couldn't stop smiling. Castiel was absolutely adorable. "Well you're right," he admitted with a shrug, "I am pretty excited about this."

They got up from the car and made their way inside where other people were already waiting, their hands slightly brushing against each other the whole way there. They were given all the equipment they needed, and after they had changed into the camouflage suits, they were informed that they would have to go on different teams or the teams wouldn't be equal. And since nobody agreed to change teams, they simply decided to roll with it.

"Sorry we can't be on the same side," Castiel mumbled as they waited to get into the playing area.

"It's not your fault," Dean said with a smile. "Maybe you'll get in my team on the next round." The doors opened, and Dean gave Castiel one last hug. "Good luck, Cas. You're gonna need it." With a teasing smirk on his lips, Dean winked at Castiel before running off to the other side of the hall.

And Dean had been right. With Dean on the team, they were overpowering, and there wasn't really anything the other team could do but to just hope Dean wasn't the one they were gonna run into while trying to reach the other team's base. It was a simple game of capture the flag, and it was supposed to be a game people played when they wanted to switch their brain off for a moment and just run around with a paintball gun, shooting at strangers. But Dean took it way too seriously because that's the way he was with a gun in his hands. The only person he refused to shoot at, was Castiel, but that was only because it felt weird to even think about shooting at his date.

But then came the last round, it had somehow gotten to a tie, and one of the opposite team's members had gotten extremely close to Dean's team's flag. They had decided to let Dean handle it, so he was slowly approaching the flag, trying to locate his enemy, ready to pull the trigger as soon as he'd get his eyes on the bastard. Suddenly someone ran from behind the corner, reaching for the flag. And just as their fingers were wrapping around the flag, Dean shot. And right after he had pulled the trigger, he realized it was Castiel.

"What the hell happened, Dean?" Sam was trying to keep his voice down as he walked up to Dean, who was sitting in the waiting lobby of the local hospital.

"Nothing! We were just playing paintball," Dean quickly defended himself and threw his hands in the air. "And I might have accidentally shot him in the head while playing.

"You what?!"

"Alright, hold your horses, Sam." Dean smiled awkwardly at an old lady who was staring at them like they had just broken the law by talking too loud. Dean didn't really understand, because it was a hospital, not a library, but he decided to just let it go. "It's not that serious, I mean yeah he did black out after that and we had to call him an ambulance, but he's fine now."

"How did you even- "

"I have no idea," Dean cut his brother off with a simple shrug.

Sam let out a sigh and sat on the chair next to Dean. After a short while they turned to look at each other, both of them unable to hold the laughter in anymore; simultaneously they started laughing at the situation.

"Maybe opera would've been a better option this time," Sam chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "probably."

After the brothers had managed to calm down a bit, a nurse walked out of one of the rooms nearby and walked up to them.

"Which one of you is Dean?" she asked with a polite smile, and Dean got up from his chair. "Castiel asked for you."

Dean followed her into the room Castiel was in, and after they had been left alone he sat down on the chair that was located beside the bed. For a moment he stared at the floor with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks before he dared to raise his eyes to Castiel.

"You okay?" he carefully asked.

Castiel chuckled. "I'm fine, they just wanted to take some tests. You know, just to be sure," he explained with a smile. "It was probably because it was the first time they had heard someone passed out because they had been shot with a paintball gun."

An amused smirk made its way to Dean's lips. He had to admit it sounded a bit unreal, and way funnier than it probably should.

"I didn't mean to shoot you," he said soon, even though he was sure Castiel knew that. "I'm so sorry our date ended like this."

"It's okay Dean," Castiel assured him with a short laugh. "I had fun."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"You know what," Dean smiled, "so did I. I never know what to expect with you, and that's why I like you."

Castiel's lips curved into a smile so wide it almost reached from ear to ear. "I like you too, Dean," he said, his cheeks slowly turning red.

Dean was a hundred percent sure that every cell in his body backflipped from happiness, and his legs felt like they were gonna give up when he got up from his chair. Slowly he leaned closer to Castiel and pressed a gentle kiss on the man's forehead.

"C'mon," Dean said quietly, his smile never fading from his lips, "let's go grab something to eat."

/ AUTHORS NOTES - Here we are! Thank you all for reading, commenting and favoriting this fic! It means so much to me! I'm gonna shamelessly advertise myself a little before you leave, because! There's more to this story! There's THREE sequels left, and the next one will be heaven for all the fluff lovers ;)