Dean was at a bar looking for who was the lucky one he'd take home when he saw him.

The man was sitting alone at a table. He had dark hair, bright blue eyes, and was dressed in a suit and trench coat. Somehow he managed to make the outfit appear casual.

Dean picked up his drink off the counter and strode over to sit in the chair across from the man.

"Hey," Dean said, but the man didn't even bother looking up at him or responding.

"Dean what are you doing?" Came a voice from behind him. "You alright Cas?"

Dean turned around to see Sam and replied, "Everything's fine. I was just about to ask your excruciatingly good-looking friend if he'd like to go back to my place."

"And I was about to reject him," Cas said looking up.

"I don't think so," Dean responded.

"You already got rejected, now go hit on someone else and get out of my chair," Said Sam.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked away.

Something about that guy, what had Sam called him . . . Cas? Yeah, that's it. Something about him attracted Dean's interest and being rejected only made Dean want him more.

Sam being there to watch him get rejected pissed him off. Why was he at a bar anyway? Shouldn't he be somewhere with Jess? They seemed to be attached at the hip lately anyways.

Dean walked out of the bar and drove home angrily, beginning to plan.

The next day after his classes were over Dean went over to Sam's dorm room.

"What do you want?" Sam asked when he opened the door.

"Why does it always have to be that I want something?" Dean asked stepping into the room.

"I don't know, you tell me," Sam said.

"Okay fine," Dean said dropping the act. "I want to know about the guy you were with last night. Is he gay?"

"Not for you," Sam said.

"I take that as a yes," Dean said. "How'd you meet him?"

"We have law together," Sam said. "Why?"

A grin spread across Dean's face, "I've got to go. Thanks for the information."

Sam didn't like the look on Dean's face so he said, "Oh no. You are not sleeping with him! Why do you think I didn't tell you about him?"

"Bye Sam," Dean said, still smiling as he left.

Sam had law class later that day and during it he warned Cas that Dean was probably going to show up.

As soon as he walked out of the law building Dean walked over to him.

"Hey Cas we never got to finish our conversation yesterday," Dean said. "Do you want to continue it over dinner?"

"Nope. And it's Castiel, I only let people I like call me Cas," Said Cas. "I don't want to continue a conversation with you ever so just leave me alone."

"Come on, you don't mean that," Dean said, grin still in place.

"Sure I do. You just can't handle rejection," Cas said. "Well guess what? You aren't going to get in my pants just to move onto the next guy. After all that is what you do isn't it?"

The smile fell off of Dean's face as Cas walked away, he could hear Sam snickering behind him.

"Fuck off Sam," Dean said as he walked back to his car.

A few days later Dean walked into a video store to see that the only person there was Cas, who was standing at the cash register.

"Oh god," Cas said rolling his eyes.

"I'm not here to ask you out," Dean said walking over to the counter. "I didn't even know you worked here, I'm just here to get a movie. I'm sure I'm probably starting to freak you out-"

"No kidding," Said Cas.

"But I'm just going to leave you alone now. Sorry for that stuff. It's just that you were really good-looking and when Sam saw I knew he wouldn't shut up about it unless I could get you," Dean admitted. "For what it's worth I wasn't just interested in getting in your pants. I wanted to get to know you, even if Sam tells you differently. It's true that I am a licensed man-whore, but I'm getting sick of meaningless sex. I just don't really have any experience with asking people out. I'm used to trying to get in their pants, so I guess my brain just went back to what it was used to."

Cas stood there shocked as Dean went to go find the movie he was looking for.

Cas was even more surprised by Dean's choice when he came back to pay.

"You like The Breakfast Club?" Cas asked skeptically, shocked that Dean was buying his favourite movie.

Dean shrugged, seeming embarrassed, "Everyone loves The Breakfast Club. I've watched it on TV so many times I figured I may as well buy it."

"You seem more like the kind of guy who would watch movies with fast cars, people killing each other for no reason and virtually no plot line. Or horror movies that scare people closer to you," Cas said critically.

"Guess you shouldn't assume things," Dean said as he picked up his bag and walked to the door.

"Wait," Cas called out as Dean was opening the door.

"What? Did I give you the wrong amount of money?" Dean asked turning towards him.

"No. . . I can't believe I'm about to ask this, but do you want to watch that together later?" Cas asked.

Dean stared at him in shock and asked, "Seriously?"

"I think so," Cas said.

"When do you get off work?" Dean asked.

"Seven," Cas told him.

"Why don't you come here after?" Dean asked writing his address down and passing it to the other boy.

"Sure," Cas agreed.

"See you then," Dean said flashing a dazzling smile.

As soon as Dean left Cas began doubting his decision.

Oh god what did I just agree to? So he was acting normal for five minutes that doesn't change any of what Sam says he's done. If he tries to make a move then I'll just leave, Cas decided.

When his shift was over he drove to the address Dean had given him, still regretting agreeing to this. Agreeing? Who was he kidding? He had asked Dean Winchester, the Dean Winchester to go on a date. Whatever happens is his fault.

He walked into Dean's apartment building and made his way to the correct floor.

Dean had gotten an apartment building near campus instead of a dorm so that he wouldn't have a roommate. Guys and girls seemed much more easy to convince to sleep with him when there wasn't some random other person already in the room.

Cas knocked on the door of the apartment and was for some reason shocked when Dean was fully clothed as he opened the door.

"Hey," Dean said nervously. Wait since when does Dean Winchester get nervous around anyone? "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a bit," Cas said looking around to see a normal apartment.

"Wanna order a pizza?" Dean asked.

"Sure," Cas agreed.

"Pepperoni okay with you?" Dean asked again.

"Pepperoni's fine," Cas agreed.

After Dean got off the phone with the pizza delivery company Cas laughed quietly to himself.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, it's just after Sam's stories I was expecting you to be different somehow," Cas admitted.

"What you thought I was going to try and jump your bones the second you opened the door?" Dean asked jokingly. "That I'd live in a sex cave?"

"I don't know," Cas said. "You're just weirdly normal."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Dean asked. "Just because Sammy likes to exaggerate things?"

There was a short pause.

"Let me guess you're already regretting showing up," Dean said looking disappointed.

"No. . . well I wasn't sure before I got here. But I'm not regretting showing up. At least not yet," Cas joked.

"Good," Dean said, a smile returning to his face.

The boys talked for a while longer before the pizza man showed up.

Cas was more and more shocked by everything that came out of Dean's mouth. Like that his favourite show was Dr. Sexy MD. And the story of how he'd dragged Sam to a Britney Spears concert.

After Dean paid for the pizza and tipped the delivery boy the pair turned the movie on and sat on the couch with the box of pizza.

"You are too strange," Cas commented. "You have a reputation of some big tough guy player and yet you tell me that you watch soap operas and listen to Britney Spears. Why?"

"Because I like you," Dean said grabbing another piece of pizza.

As they watched the movie the boys caught themselves saying the lines along with the actors. By the time the credits came on both boys were asleep; Cas with his head leaning on Dean's shoulder.

The next morning Sam let himself into Dean's apartment with his key. He'd been meaning to come by for a while to borrow some cds from Dean.

When he saw Cas and Dean sleeping on the couch with Cas resting on Dean he became very angry.

He turned off the TV where the menu screen of The Breakfast Club was playing over and over, then flicked Dean in the face.

"What the hell?" Dean asked glaring at Sam.

"I could say the same thing," Sam said angrily causing Cas to wake up.

Cas quickly sat up and looked at the clock.

"I've got to go . . . I've got class," Cas said, half because he really did have class and half to get away from the argument he was sure was about to break out.

He quickly fled the apartment just in time, the second the door closed Sam began to freak out.

"I can't believe you slept with him," Sam accused.

"I didn't sleep with him," Said Dean. "Well I did, but I didn't have sex with him. In case you didn't notice we were sleeping fully-clothed on the couch with the TV on."

"Why was he even here at all?" Sam asked.

"Because he asked," Dean said.

"Why would he do that?" Sam asked skeptically, unconvinced that Dean was telling the truth.

"I don't know, you'd have to ask him," Dean said. "Why are you in my apartment anyways?"

"To get the cds," Sam said.

"Just because you have a key doesn't mean you shouldn't knock," Said Dean as he handed Sam the cds.

"Then what's the point of having a key?" Asked Sam as he left the apartment.

I'm doomed, Dean thought to himself. Sam's going to go talk him out of ever seeing me again.

A/N: Please read and review! I hope to update sometime soon, hope you liked this chapter. Please tell me if you did in a review, reviews are food and I'm always hungry :P