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Unlike Dean avoiding his gaze, Castiel’s didn’t waver from his charge’s face. He took in everything, from the way his jaw clenched around the bread, or how Dean would use his tongue to capture a piece of salad threatening to escape. It was fascinating.

Following suit, Castiel rose at the same time as Dean, but at his words, he froze and he softly repeated, “Sexy? Does that qualify as flirting?”

He let out a little chuckle and nodded. “Yes Cas, that was flirting.” He gave a small smirk and headed out the door and held it open for Cas as he followed out behind him. “So Cas, did you enjoy watching me eat?” He spoke, as he headed to the car. He got to his side of the car and looked over at Castiel and gave a soft chuckle and got in.

He drove back to the motel and parked the car and turned to Castiel. “So. Since we are here, have you heard anything we need to be out trying to kill or are we fine for now?” He got out of the car slowly, walking to the door. He went in and left the door open for Castiel and threw his coat on the bed and turned back to Castiel.

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It is slightly…girly?

It’s the thought that counts…….and yes it is a little a girly.

-nods- But it pleases you?

-Smiles and nods- It does Cas, but Pie is the best option, if you ever are stuck at a store trying to figure out what to get, just go with pie.

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He chuckles softly and shakes his head while he looks over the menu, moving his foot away from Cas’ and finds the sandwich he wants, smiling at the waitress as she walked up to the table and took his order, and he told her nothing for the man across from him.

He turned to Cas and frowned. “You make flirting so hard, you know that?” He said it kind of blunt and it was surprising to even him that he said it like that; so freely, seeing as how he just freaked out about kissing Cas hours ago. Though since then he has kissed Cas again. So it was all getting easier for him to take in.

Castiel frowns, his face lowering slightly as his gaze drops to the table, his words a mere whisper shining through with regret, “I am sorry. I was unaware of your endeavors.”

The furrow in his brow deepens when he recounts the previous words spoken to him in order to determine where exactly Dean had flirted with him, but he draws a blank and it troubles him. “Perhaps, it would be wise to inform me when flirting is at hand.”

He chuckles softly, smiling. “I will remember to tell you the next time I am flirting with you.” He took a sip of his soda and then started eating his bacon cheeseburger. He didn’t look at Cas while he ate, because he felt a little like a pig when he ate, but he was enjoying this sandwich way more than he knew he would.

Once he finished up his food he looked up at Cas and gave a weak smile, drinking some more of his soda. He put the money on the table and stood up and grabbed Cas’ coat. “Come on you, sexy. I think it’s time I take you home.” He smirks, so cheesy but it was funny to him, the fact Cas could possibly not understand the most forward of flirting.

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It is slightly…girly?

It’s the thought that counts…….and yes it is a little a girly.

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He chuckles softly and smiles. While smiled until he found the fingers against his skin and then being in the diner, he turned to Cas. “I so don’t miss that. Jezz Cas I was going to drive.” He walked out of the corner where no one had been looking so they managed to go uneseen. He grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him along and sat him down at a booth and sat across from Cas. “Why you question my eating habits?” He slid his foot gently against Cas’ trying to be subtle about his flirting with Cas but he was afraid that it was just going to fail with his angel.

He looked over the menu and found a sandwich much better for breakfast time but was still just as bad as a sandwich.  ”You going to eat or just sit there?” He asked curiously, wondering if it was going to be just like old times when he was the only one to eat and Cas just watched.

“It is too confining…I much prefer this way of travelling, Dean,” he admitted, following after Dean when he stepped out of the obscurity he brought them to. He eyed their joined hands curiously, not having anticipated such a public, yet significant gesture from Dean as he allows the hunter to guide him over to the nearest booth where he obediently sits across from Dean. His hands reach for the trench coat and pulling it closer slightly as if to cover himself, he looks up at Dean in question when the man’s foot rubs against his. Tilting his head, he questions, “What are you doing to my foot?”

Castiel glances over at the waitress briefly, before turning his blue gaze upon Dean, face stoic as ever as he nods, “I do not require food, Dean.”

He chuckles softly and shakes his head and looks over the menu and moves his foot away from Cas’ and finds the sandwich he wants and smils at the waitress as she walked up to the table and took his order, and he told her nothing for the man across from him.

He turned to Cas and frowned. “You make flirting so hard, you know that?” He said it kind of blunt and it was surprising to even him that he said it like that and so freely, seeing as how he just freaked out about kissing Cas hours ago. Though since then he has kissed Cas again. So it was all getting easier for him to take in. 

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“A bacon cheeseburger?” he questions, tilting his head. It is only morning and surely humans don’t eat such things this early, still he doesn’t share his opinion. As his eyes drift down from Dean’s gaze, his power enables him to see through the thin layer of clothes and his cheeks flush at the accidental peek that he had no intention of taking. Swallowing thickly, he adverts his eyes and nods, “Of course, Dean.”

At the gentle peck, the red in his cheek only flares harder but he doesn’t make a move to explain himself or even give into his embarrassment by letting it result in awkwardness, so he merely follows after Dean as he puts on his jacket and then presses his fingers to the man’s warm skin.

He chuckles softly and smiles. While smiled until he found the fingers against his skin and then being in the diner, he turned to Cas. “I so don’t miss that. Jezz Cas I was going to drive.” He walked out of the corner where no one had been looking so they managed to go uneseen. He grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him along and sat him down at a booth and sat across from Cas. “Why you question my eating habits?” He slid his foot gently against Cas’ trying to be subtle about his flirting with Cas but he was afraid that it was just going to fail with his angel.

He looked over the menu and found a sandwich much better for breakfast time but was still just as bad as a sandwich.  ”You going to eat or just sit there?” He asked curiously, wondering if it was going to be just like old times when he was the only one to eat and Cas just watched.

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“Yes,” Castiel merely replied, a small grin on his face. Leaning into the touch, he allowed his eyes to close again, a sigh escaping him that was caught easily by the soft lips of his charge. He didn’t mind the morning breath, the true essence of Dean covering up the scent as they kissed soft but briefly. As the other left, he frowned and stared at his back, wondering what was suddenly so important

Once he finished up with his teeth, he walks back out into the room and stares at the angel and smiles. “Hey Angel, wanna go get something to eat? I am kind of hungry for a bacon cheese burger.” He smirks and then chuckles softly, when saying Angel suddenly has a double meaning to it. He walks over and grabs his jacket off the chair and walks over to Castiel and gives a soft kiss on his cheek. Something about being able to be open with Cas made his way around Cas totally different, but once they get to the diner he will be a different man.

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He chuckles softly and let’s go of Cas’ chin and drinks his soda. He put the bottle down on the table and went over to his bag, looking for something, anything that he could show Castiel, that he was his, and going to keep his word, though, he has broken a few promises along the way. He frowned when he had no way of letting Cas know he would keep this promise. He stood up and walked over to Castiel and just gave him a kiss. “I promise that I will not have anything like this with another person. Just you. Only you.”

Castiel’s eyes closed at yet another kiss, which secretly pleased him although he didn’t know why he was given so many today. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he listened, eyes still closed as he was slightly dazed by the feelings threatening to overpower him. Nodding gently, he opened his eyes, hand flying to his mouth to reverently touch the still tingling lips as he whispered, “I trust you, Dean.”

He gives a weak smile, he watched as Castiel touched his lips. “You enjoying the kiss there?” He asked. He reached up and moved Cas’ hand slowly from his face and kisses him again, the kisses still short, because he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t break his promise, that he will always care about Castiel, which he knew he would, afterall Castiel left him for so long, and he still cares about the man now, he was sure he would be in the future. He kisses Cas again, one more time before going to brush his teeth, morning breath was not a fun thing to smell.