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

[hetero]

[ It's Valentine's Day and Dean is on Cas' doorstep, taking a moment to compose himself into the cool kid everyone knows and loves. He pops his dad's leather jacket's collar up; it's too big for him, but it's obvious he's trying hard to fill it.

There's no reason to be nervous. They're friends and they've always been friends. So he finally knocks on the door. ]

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[deism]

[ um excuse you his hands are perfect, or at least only a little greasy because now most of it is now on his trenchcoat. he is the epitome of cleanliness. but he leans over suddenly, putting his other hand warmly on top of dean's, making an efficient hand sandwich. ]

The grocery store. [ he leans a little too close, since the car was making a turn, and his lips are barely away from dean's ear. ]

[hetero]

[ Since Cas is that close, he can probably hear the way Dean's breath hitches and notice the way his eyes rapidly move between Cas and the road. With a firm grip on the wheel, he lets out an 'oh' which might sound a little too breathy and pleasured for the grocery store.

Being a teenager is hard, but he manages to control himself enough to speak again. ]

Cas, uh, you might wanna relearn how to dirty talk.

[deism]

[ he doesn't move from his spot. but he does lower his voice instinctively, like a secret between the two of them. ]

Is there something dirty about the grocery store?

[hetero]

[ He keeps his eyes on the road, practically forcing himself to not look over or react. His hands are only getting sweatier. It is hard for him to deny the weird feelings he gets around Cas when he's enjoying holding his hand and being so close to him. ]

No, that's the problem.

[deism]

I do not see the problem, then. [ he slips out his hand from underneath dean's to lean back and grab something from the backseat, probably napkins. for that moment, he breaks off the impassive and intense glance in favor of rummaging around the familiar vintage seats.

for that moment, dean's hand is also now just on his thigh. ]

[hetero]

[ Dean is able to breathe normally again though he feels some disappointment with that. It's not until he subconsciously squeezes his hand as they hit a speed bump that he notices exactly where it is. And that familiar breathing issue comes back in full force.

Instead of moving it away, he chooses to squeeze again, harder and perhaps slightly closer to his inseam. ]

... Lose something?

[deism]

No. [ which was, strictly speaking, the right answer. he hadn't lost anything, but he was looking for the napkins. when he found them, he turned back again to busily wipe both his hands. he had no particular objections to dean's hand, and once he cleaned off one hand well enough, he just placed it with a feather's touch over him.

he did seem confused about where to put the greasier napkins, so he stuffed them in his pocket, and returned to staring out the window blandly. ]

[hetero]

[ He frowns when Cas shows no reaction to the moves Dean was placing on him. He didn't understand what was so important about wiping his hands off who does that. It wasn't exactly surprising, though, considering it's Cas and Dean knows he'll have to be more forward if he really wants to get anywhere. Usually he has no problem with being forward, but that's with girls he's just looking for a night with. With Cas, he feels, he wants more though he doesn't particularly know what more is; he only feels that Cas wouldn't really want it. ]

That trench coat doesn't need to be any dirtier. [ They near the grocery store and Dean moves his hand to park, letting out a breath once the car stops. ]

[deism]

[ he only gives a small hrmph in response, a gutteral rejection of such a false statement. though the laundry days were always the hardest, and anna always took pity on him on those days when he wandered around the large mansion as he waited for the laundry machine to finish. he efficiently unclipped the seat belt, and though absently it was a shame he couldn't always touch dean. but he was already moving out of the car.

with the door half-open, he leaned back in to tap dean on the shoulder. ]

Wait here. [ he closed the door properly, and strode purposefully towards the store. though he walked with a serene absent-mindedness, the way he managed to cross the parking lot without looking both ways and having several near-misses were certainly harrowing. ]

[hetero]

[ Dean was in the process of getting out when Cas told him to wait, so he makes an exaggerated sigh and leans back in his seat. He watches Cas carefully, though he doesn't particularly have time to consider him because of the way Cas apparently lived life on the edge. He mutters to himself and doesn't particularly understand why he has Feelings toward this trench coat wearing weirdo. ]

[deism]

[ he comes back a little while later in his serene state, carrying a paper bag. he enters the car again, shuts the door, and sits there with his closed bag with a plain expression. after a moment, he looks at dean. ]

Will you be going home now?

[hetero]

[ He turns and leans forward, as if trying to look into the bag. Even if it was something private, Dean didn't really care. They'd known each other forever, it didn't matter. ]

'course not. Where do you wanna go next? [ He smiles with sincerity, perhaps only dampened by the fact that he was sneaking his hand into the bag. ]

[deism]

[ he lets him, because the bag basically just has chocolates in it. ]

If you're tired, you can always go home and sleep before the big night.

[hetero]

I'm full'a energy. And so's baby. We'll take you anywhere.

[ He takes a piece of chocolate out and starts eating it. He doesn't think too much about why Cas bought it, until he remembers that "big night" meant Valentine's Day and he looks down at the bag. ]

Oh, sorry, were these for someone?

[deism]

Yes. You.

[ he takes out another box, except this one is actually in the shape of the heart. he arranges the ribbon on it carefully. ]

Don't eat this one. You're giving it to Anna.

[hetero]

[ His eating slows until he finally swallows, but he continues to look at Cas in confusion. ]

... Why? Is she lonely or something? [ Because Anna is cute and he wouldn't mind helping her feel better, but Cas' family had always tried to keep him away from her. ]

[deism]

It will make her happy. [ he puts the chocolate back in the bag, but he takes out the other one for dean to eat. he opens them helpfully and balances them on his knee as he tilts his head to try and gather his thoughts. ]

[hetero]

[ He eats, as he is never one to turn down some candy, but he leans even closer to Cas. ]

Look, I'm all for hitting on Anna, but why exactly are you encouraging it? It's kinda creepy.

[deism]

[ he picks up a chocolate and shoves it in dean's mouth, a little ruffled. his brow is creased, like he's anxiously thinking about something. ]

I thought you liked her.

[hetero]

[ He makes a face but eats it. He thinks he would have liked it better if it were done more delicately. ]

She's hot, sure, but... I mean, I wasn't planning on taking you back home any time soon. [ His smile has turned somewhat sheepish, because he's actually telling the truth about this. ] I probably won't see her today, that's all. And late Valentine's candy is really lame.

[deism]

I'll tell her it's from you. [ he studies him for anther moment, shoving another chocolate into his mouth without particularly thinking. he had thought dean was interested in his sister, and while he certainly didn't approve, anna had always been his closest sibling. she used to tell him what to do, but nowadays, she seemed to uncomfortably insisting he do what he wanted.

it was just easier to think about what she wanted him to do. ] Where did you want to go?

[hetero]

Don't give them to her. [ He sighs when he gets a break from Cas shoving chocolates into his mouth. He moves closer, until their noses are almost touching. His eyes move from looking into Cas' eyes to his lips, because he knows what he wants to do but it's not like he wants to force it. He thinks, even from this proximity, Cas won't get it anyway. ]

I wanna go to places you like.

[deism]

[ his brow furrows. he doesn't know why he shouldn't give them to her, but pushing it didn't seem like the best option. besides, his mind was already complicated by trying to figure out what places he likes. this is called free will, and he still doesn't know it. if michael had been asking him, then church would be the easy answer. or gabriel, then the candy store. but where he liked? ]

We could go to your house.

[hetero]

[ He laughs and shakes his head. He could never really understand Cas or anything he said. Even though he tried, he wasn't sure how to take it. Did he really like Dean's house or was he only trying to appease him? He figures it's the latter, since he tends to assume the worst. ]

That's a place you like? I'm sure you got better options than that. Sam'll be there, anyway.

[deism]

How is he? [ if anything, he thought dean would be even happier with his little brother there. if there was anything the people in this town knew about the winchesters, it was that they ran a tight family business, and emphasized the family part about it. ]