babbies | and you rip out all I have just to say that you've won;

[ The smile falls from Dean's face, and he feels weird again at that question. Logically, he knew it was just Cas' lack of understanding, though Dean was sure he'd been clear. It was for couples or people who liked each other, he said that, yet Cas was still asking. He felt like his hopes were up. ]

I... just told you... it's for couples and people who... like each other romantically. [ He shifts and leans forward a little more, his voice lowering as if someone would be listening in on their conversation. ]

Do you?

Do I what? [ he does lower his voice correspondingly, though, but it isn't difficult to make his gruff voice even gruffer. he squints, trying to study him, because it was sometimes a pain in the ass to understand these references. sorry if he didn't know who thelma was and why louise was with her. or why there were dogs at the reservoir. or why grease should be a subject of interest other than in the garage. ]

I don't understand your anger. If you wanted chocolate, what's wrong with me giving it to you? If there's something wrong with me, then say it. [ it doesn't come out as accusatory, just a bit frustrated. he means that honestly. sometimes he does things wrong. he'd rather dean say it. ]

[ He looks away for a moment, taking a deep breath. This wasn't exactly the kind of talk he was expecting at the restaurant, especially when their orders were probably on their way. ]

I don't care about the damn chocolate. And it's not because there's something wrong with you, asshole. It's what they mean, get it? [ He finds it hard enough to say this, he doesn't want to elaborate on it. He figures Cas can't understand--Cas never laughed at his jokes--but there's a part of him that hopes he's getting it. ]

No.

I don't. [ he's seems to be on the verge of something, but he deflates at the last moment, and leans back. he settles into the squeaky seats and rests his hands firmly on his knees, instead choosing to stare out the window and wait for their order. ]

[ Disappointment is clear in Dean's eyes, and he bites his lip, like he's trying to think of something that'll clear it up. But then he sighs and moves back, too--there wasn't a point. For some reason he feels something like hurt, and he has the urge to drink it away.

Their orders come within the next few minutes, and Dean immediately digs in. He preferred the other burgers, but right now all he wanted was to stuff it in his face. As much as he tries not to, though, he keeps glancing up to Cas. ]

[ he eats slowly, but despite himself, his disgruntled and unhappy expression grows to be something more like happiness. he seems to be very into the burger and doesn't particularly notice dean until he finishes the first one, to which he looks up longingly for another.

but when he does, he catches sight of dean, and seems to remember the serious atmosphere, and drops his hands back into his lap somberly. ] Sorry.

[ Dean really can't help but be amused by the way Cas enjoys the burgers so much, and he remembers why he invited him out in the first place. He didn't want to ruin this, he wanted to make Cas happy today because even if it was some stupidly sappy commercial holiday he was going to make it a goddamn good sappy commercial holiday. So he smiles at him when he looks up. ]

Do you want another?

[ he nods a little too eagerly, eyeballing dean's own burger. he is a little relieved that his friend doesn't appear as angry, though he still sits very straight, prepared to leap into action at any moment at any sign of danger. but in the meanwhile, he is careful to try and maintain some dignity, even though he is a spectacularly messy eater and somehow has mustard on his fingers and ketchup on his cheek and something on his collar. ]

You must be busy today.

[ He laughs and pulls his burger closer to, going to town on it again. He's relaxed, and it's nice to see Cas excited about something, even if it was just a burger that wasn't as good as the one down the street. With one hand, he motions for Cas to lean closer to him. ]

Why's that?

It's Valentine's Day.

You're going to get laid. [ he does lean closer, but he also grabs what's left on dean's plate to munch upon contentedly. he takes a sip of his drink, makes a face, and just drinks from dean's instead. ]

[ He immediately frowns he was going to eat and drink those, but it wasn't as if he really loved those burgers like Cas did. Instead, he just uses his thumb to wipe the ketchup off Cas' cheek. He was originally planning to just wipe it off and be done, but since Cas took his food, he licks it off thumb instead since that's all the food he has now. ]

Man, I wish. [ But instead of spending the day with a girl, he chose to spend the day with a guy who takes his food he is not going to forgive that. At least until he motions the waitress over with a hand. ]

What was wrong with your drink?

I didn't like it. [ he looks at the coming waitress with nervous, wide eyes, and he tightens up considerably when he sees her rounding the other tables to come towards them. he leans closer to dean, as if seeking protection from her, even as he chews nervously on the stray piece of lettuce, so much that he bites his fingers accidentally. ]

I thought... [ he's a little distracted by staring at the waitress, but he manages to summon his thoughts. ] I thought you would take out a girl and get laid. Because tonight is the night to get laid.

[ He looks a bit confused at Cas' sudden nervousness, unable to understand why until he followed his eyes to the waitress. He chuckles and wonders if Cas still had that fear of women, though he was fine when she came around before. He never understood that, anyway. Cas was always calm until Dean tried to get him to talk to girls, and then he became a mess. He wondered if it meant he wasn't interested or if he was too interested. ]

Well, I'm not, am I? [ He doesn't particularly want to delve into that, so he looks at the nearing waitress. ] Chicks don't bite unless you want 'em to, Cas. [ And when she arrives, he orders a couple more burgers, both for Cas, and some fries for himself so he wasn't completely starving. ]

[ because they are talking about getting dean laid and he is now seeing the waitress as someone who might lay dean it is frightening. but he saw dean wink to her, so logically, it seems dean might be trying to hit on her and get her into bed. it seemed very logical to him, since he was spock. but he gripped his knees tightly until she left, and then let out a soft breath. ]

Why aren't you going to sleep with someone? It is Valentine's Day. [ he seems mildly curious. this entire day was just getting stranger and stranger. ]

[ He squints at Cas a bit, still not getting why he has such averse reactions to women. He thinks, at least, that means he won't be getting a girlfriend any time soon, and that makes him feel more confident.

He clears his throat at Cas' question, looking away. It wasn't so much that he didn't feel like having sex, but he didn't have a good answer for why he wasn't. It was weird to him, even, because he really was passing up a good chance and he didn't even care. ]

I'm just... not. I can sleep with whoever I want any day I want, but it's not gonna be today. [ He crosses his arms in a sign of manly defiance. ]

Did you get chocolate? [ he absently reaches out to take dean's drink, but when he places it back, he lets his hand rest gently against the side of dean's hand. he doesn't bother to move it, since he sees no reason, but there's a warmth there that doesn't go unnoticed. ]

[ He freezes when Cas leaves his hand beside his own and immediately looks around the restaurant. Of course, no one was looking at them, but he still felt nervous. Nevertheless, he moves his hand to very lightly hold Cas' because it felt nice in the car and it feels nice now. It's after a few good moments that he realizes he was asked a question. ]

Uh--no, but I got a few love letters in my locker. Really desperate-sounding, though. I wasn't interested. [ He pauses. ] What about you? I mean, you'd be popular if you weren't so weird.

I'm not weird. [ but he doesn't choose to defend himself on the matter. there was something both a little snippy and a little serene at his tone, like he is ruffled up about it, but distantly so. instead, he looks at dean intensely in the eyes like he always does, without much acknowledgment to the hands.

it just seemed natural. ] I thought you wanted to get laid.

I do. [ He blurts it out and feels awkward that he just admitted to wanting to get laid while holding hands with a guy. This is suddenly feeling less heterosexual. He clears his throat, but doesn't move his hand. ]

I mean... can't a guy wanna spend time with his best friend more than getting laid?

[ he raises his eyebrow slightly. dean appeared to be defensive about something, though he couldn't tell what. ]

Yes. You'll spend time with me now, and get laid with a girl later tonight. [ that was the way it had always been. he careens his head serenely to try and see if the burgers would arrive soon. ]

[ At that, he moves forward more, immediately wanting to clear up the situation. He was planning on spending the whole day with Cas--going places he liked even if they were really boring. He wonders if that is too much like a date and if Cas should be informed it's a date, but that doesn't really matter. ]

No, we're gonna-- [ But the waitress does indeed arrive with their food and Dean pulls his hand away from Cas' hastily. He pushes the second burger she had mistakenly given to him over to Cas. ]

[ he pauses for a moment to stare at his hand, as if confused about the loss of warmth. but it does make sense. dean wants to sleep with the waitress, and therefore wants to keep his hands unoccupied to show her his availability. he doesn't take it personally and eagerly eats his burgers.

he leans back into his seat and happily eats them, munching on them voraciously. ]

[ Dean frowns at the fact that Cas didn't seem to understand what he was going for. Clearing it up now would be weird, but he'd just show him they'll spend the day together. He didn't particularly consider if Cas had any other plans--Cas never seemed to have plans when they hung out, so it never occurred to him to ask. ]

Don't choke. [ But he smiles and eats his French fries, never taking his eyes off Cas. ]

[ he is busy fighting for the last bit of burger. he is very very happy when he's eating, and it obviously shows on his face. when he finishes, there is a final look of resignation before he eats the final bite, and because he is not Famished, he wipes his fingers politely on a napkin before blinking owlishly at dean. ]

I'm done. [ he announces it like he doesn't think dean would notice, and then peers outside to see how much light is available. ] I want to stop by somewhere.

[ By that time, Dean's long finished his fries, but he doesn't seem particularly bored. He liked how happy Cas looked while eating, because he never looked that happy anywhere else.

And he actually looks excited when Cas says he wants to do something, because he usually left the decision making up to Dean. He quickly takes out the money for the check left on the table, and stands up. ]

Yeah? Where?

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