Cas doesn't wear a tux nearly often enough. Dean decides this when he catches a glimpse of him in the bedroom mirror. He had just snapped on the outfit while Dean was putting the finishing touches on his own attire. They matched, which Sam said was sort of sickeningly adorable. Dean threw something at him and made a passing joke about his newish relationship with Pearl. He still thought of it as newish, because technically one could not count the repeating days that only he and Cas had a solid memory of.

Despite the newness of the thing, Pearl had invited them to join her at a party downtown. The restaurant would be in no way exciting if it existed in one of the larger cities, but here it was classy. Carnegie's was bringing in a fancy horn playing band and a crooning jazz singer. At least that was what Sam said when he described the event. There would also be food, lots of it. Dean's first thought was to blow it off. He thought that it might be nice to just stay home alone with Cas, let Sam have his date night on his own.

Then Sam reminded him that he really needed to meet Pearl. It was funny to Dean that they hadn't met yet. He had met her before Sam even, but that was not the way the final repeating day had been. Plus, he hadn't really gotten to know her much during the repeating days, so this meeting was something that needed to happen.

He had agreed to the night out, but seeing Cas in the tux was a true test to his resolve. Who would have thought that a bow tie could be his thing. He stared into the mirror as Cas rummaging around in the space behind him. "What are you looking for?"

"NomNom." He bent down and looked under the bed and then swept a hand under, scooping her out. "There you are." He lifted the kitten up to his chin and smiled over at Dean. His eyes raked over his body in a way that seemed to be approving.

Dean walked over to Cas and straightened his tie. Old habits. The tie was already pretty straight. He ran his hands over Cas' shoulders in a brushing manner as if there was something there that required it. "You know, we could just stay in, give Sammy some excuse." Dean leaned in and kissed Cas lightly.

"Why would we do that? He has been looking forward to this for a couple of days now." Cas set NomNom on the bed and reached out to straighten Dean's tie, which actually needed it.

"You plus tux equals sex. It is simple math, Cas." His lips quirked up in a half grin.

Cas raised an eyebrow. "My attire is hardly impressive. Sometimes I worry about the ways of your mind."

"Oh, I think that we might need to stay in and deal with the troubling issues that you perceive in my mind. It might be a grave condition." Dean sounded ridiculous and he knew it.

"You are a strange man."

"You picked me."

"I don't recall having a say in the matter." Cas kissed him quickly and turned for the door.

"Plenty of fish in the sea, Cas. If you want to go find something better, you just let me know." Dean swung out his hand, fully intending to slap Cas on the ass as they walked, but Cas had better reflexes. He swooped aside and dodged Dean's hand. A simple leg sweep sent Dean to the ground. Cas pounced on top of him, dipped down and took a few moments to fully appreciate the inside of Dean's mouth.

"I think that I will just keep catching you." He smiled and then jumped up. He reached out a hand to Dean and helped him to his feet. They walked out to the main room and found Sam waiting.

"Finally. I swear, you two take forever." Sam was already making his way for the stairs. He was in a tux as well. His tie though was long and made him look like he wasn't trying to match his brother or his brother's boyfriend.

"Your brother does take a fair amount of time getting ready. If he would just let me help, we would be ready for most things far more quickly." Dean scowled a little at Cas while he spoke.

"I hardly remember you complaining before." Dean had rebuffed Cas' earlier offer of help by slowly changing out of one outfit and into the next. Cas had watched the slower effort with clear admiration.

Cas swept past them both and up the stairs, clearly trying to avoid the awkwardness that the conversation could turn to.

They drove out to the restaurant. Pearl wanted to meet them there. She liked knowing that if anything came up with the babysitter or Frankie that she could leave without relying on anyone else for a ride. When they arrived, the restaurant actually had a valet. Dean reluctantly handed over the Impala's keys to the stranger. "You be careful with her." He tried to throw a little menace in his tone.

Sam spotted Pearl right away. She was wearing a long red, satin gown. A simple gold locket rested against her neck. Her blonde hair seemed to glow in the candle lit room. Sam strode over to her immediately. Cas and Dean followed in his wake. "Hey, Pearl.?" She pressed a kiss to his cheek and then leaned back to take in his followers.

"So is this your family that I have been needing to meet?" She stepped aside and reached out a hand to Dean first.

Sam piped up, "Yep, this is my brother Dean and his boyfriend Cas." She finished shaking Dean's hand then shook Cas' hand.

"Nice to meet you both," she said and returned to the crook of Sam's arm.

"We've heard a lot of nice things about you." Cas stated matter of factly. Dean reached over and threaded his fingers into Cas' hand.

"So, how did my brother manage to find such an attractive date?" Dean saw Sam's eyebrows raise as though he was expecting more comments of a distressing sort.

"Oh, well, he seems to like running through my neighborhood. I had to offer him something to drink, and well, the rest is history.

She lead them over to a far table that she had claimed for them. They were served what seemed like infinite courses during the evening. The conversation flowed easily between them. Dean could see his brother happy with this woman. It warmed him that this was going to have a chance of working. He looked to Cas and felt like he had been given some sort of gift. How was it possible that both he and Sam could both be happy? He reached over to Cas face and cupped his cheek as he leaned into a brief kiss. "What was that for?" Cas asked.

"I'm just happy," Dean replied.

"So, how did you two meet?" Pearl asked as she leaned onto her folded hands.

Cas smiled and responded, "Dean was in Hell, and I decided to save him from that. To thank me for saving him, he spent countless years subtly flirting with me, staring at me when he thought that I wasn't looking, and then finally, after literally acting like a fool for years for this man, I just had enough."

Dean interrupted him then. "That is some major revisionist history there, Cas."

"Nah, it is really accurate." Cas responded.

"Are they always like this?" Pearl turned to Sam.

"Surprisingly, no. They use to be awful. They really would just stare at each other until the sexual tension just about ripped a hole through the roof. They would go into hard core denial if anyone said anything about them having feelings for each other. It was crazy. Now, they are like the worst sappy rom-com. I swear it is now the most awkward thing in the world."

"Ah, Sam. I think that it is cute." Pearl smiled over at them.

The band started playing and Pearl got up. She held out her hands to Sam. "What?" He asked, although he had to know that she was wanting to dance.

"Seriously, Sam, I want to dance. Don't leave a girl hanging." She laughed and he took her hands and allowed himself to be lead out to the dance floor.

Cas stood next. He reached out to Dean, "You want to dance?"

"Could we make a deal?" Dean was feeling a little overwhelmed by the crowds. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to disappoint anyone.

"Sure."

"We dance and then we leave." Dean looked like he wanted to leave right then.

"Fair, but you need to tell Sam." Cas took Dean's hands in his. They moved out to the dance floor together. The song was fast. Cas had only danced slow songs with Dean before. Dean flung him around with dexterity. He was actually a skilled dancer, something that Cas didn't know before. Cas seemed to follow Dean's lead with ease, like they had been doing this sort of thing for some time. Truth is he was just use to the way that Dean thought, the ways that he moved. He was able to anticipate what he was going to do before he did it. The horns belted out a loud noise around them and the singer called out his gravelly incantation like song to the crowd. They moved and spun out this way and that. The song ended abruptly and applause went up from the dancers, some of it was directed at Dean and Cas.

"We should do another." Dean leaned into Cas' ear and spoke.

Cas nodded. "Works for me." He smiled and the song was softer this time. A woman came up to the mic and started singing of melancholy days and love. Dean stepped in close to Cas and they found a simple rhythm of rocking back and forth, arms wrapped up around each other. When the song ended, Dean walked over to Sam.

"Cas and I are going to ditch you now. I have had enough crowds for one lifetime."

"You sure?" Sam reached out a hand to his arm.

"Yes, can you get a ride home with Pearl?"

"Yes, no worries. See you back at the bunker later." Sam just smiled at him. Dean left with Cas.

They drove for about a half an hour out into the countryside. "You feeling better out here, away from it all?" Cas rested his hand on Dean's leg. They pulled over. Dean flicked on the stereo and found an oldies station. He cranked it up and got out of the car. It was "At Last" and he was pretty sure that he needed to pull Cas into another dance.

Cas joined him outside of the car under the stars. The music filled the night. Dean stepped up to him. "Worse part about crowds is that I never feel like I get to just be myself. I never feel like I get you all to myself either."

"We seemed to have fixed that." Cas slipped his hands around Dean's waist. "We seemed to have fixed a lot of things lately quite well."

"Yeah, we make a good team." Dean leaned down and stared at him. The night would feel long and full of promise. Dean and Cas would dance past midnight and forget to kiss again until much later. Instead there was the ever changing songs on the stereo, the stars overhead, and a new year of possibilities stretched out in front of them.