Cas works the cash until three. At four, he's finally home after taking the long way. At five, Dean calls him, asking him if he's busy right at that moment.

(And he just so happens to be free).

Smiling down at his feet, he agrees to go out to dinner this time, his grin revealing teeth when Dean tells him to dress fancy.

Before he realizes that he's not entirely sure what fancy entails. Ties, suits, brushed hair maybe? His grin falls as he flies up to Jimmy's closet to scope out the proper attire, thankful for the men's and women's fashion magazines stored there.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem that Jimmy was too keen on formal wear, as his closet is stuffed with fuzzy sweaters and a few dresses that Cas is sure Dean wouldn't appreciate. Jimmy was married, but when Castiel had to claim him as a vessel, things quickly fell apart.

Except for the stupid clothes, Castiel thinks in frustration as he sifts through endless piles of ridiculous looking garments, finally settling for a clean, while dress shirt and simple blue tie to go with his black dress pants. His shoes can just be cleaned and he's certain that his trench coat will suffice as protection from the elements - after all, it seems humans like to be prepared for anything and everything.

Five minutes later, he's dressed and fussing his hair in the mirror when the doorbell rings. He quite literally flies downstairs and opens the door, hoping his hair didn't go rogue during the flight.

"Hey, Cas," Dean greets, eyes widening at Castiel's unruly lion's mane.

"It would appear that my trip downstairs disagreed with my hair." Castiel murmurs, not bothering to fix it. Something about Dean makes him think that messy hair is secretly his aesthetic.

"It's fine, Cas; now what do you want for dinner?" he asks, smiling at the angel's confusion.

"I thought you had dinner plans already made out?"

"I did." Dean admits, "But on the way here I decided that I wanted pizza and now I'm torn."

"Pizza?" Cas purses his lips, "I can do pizza."

"In suits?"

"Yes." Castiel has to fight back a real grin at the prospect of pizza. It's one of the human treasures that he adores; cheese, bacon, deep dish, he'll take it all, rain or shine.

The two make their way to Dean's car, all while Dean tells the story of how he heard this song today that completely revolutionized rock and roll, and all the way to the pizza parlour he rambles about it. He finally stops when they pull into the parking lot, looking over to find Cas just staring at him.

"What?" he asks, his features immediately twisting into a frown.

"I like when you talk. It seems so natural to you." Castiel replies, noticing his cheeks heating up.

"Flirty." Dean remarks, eyes travelling down to Cas' lips for a split second before they're drawn back up to his innocent eyes.

Neither of them had tried to take their relationship anything past platonic, but whatever it currently is, neither seems to mind.

"Pizza?" Cas suddenly blurts, pulling Dean out of his daze.

"Pizza." Dean agrees, opening his door. Cas follows suit - no pun intended - and the two of them make their way to the dingy and dead silent pizza parlour standing in front of them. Only one worker is currently at the cash, and Cas can hear her humming along to the crummy radio from outside.

Once inside, Dean immediately gravitates toward the menu options, while Cas finds himself drawn in by the intricate bubblegum machines the store has in the front window.

"What do you like, Cas?" Dean breaks the silence, causing Cas to snap his head up. The girl at the cash looks somewhat appalled by their attire, but she holds a grin to her face regardless.

"Cheese, possibly?" he suggests, realizing that he's entirely unsure what humans generally order on their pizza.

"Yeah, gathered that." Dean dryly replies, before his eyes widen slightly. "I mean unless you're like lactose intolerant which would be totally fine but you're clearly not because you said you wanted cheese - and I'm going to stop talking."

Cas watches in near awe as Dean fumbles over his words with a bright blush on his freckled face, noting how the tips of his ears also tinge red.

"Embarrassment." Castiel murmurs, before it's his turn to feel this rare - and frankly awful - emotion. "I mean, don't feel embarrassed. I am quite content with just cheese on my pizza."

Dean narrows his eyes slightly - maybe a trait he's picked up from his blue eyed counterpart. "That's all? No bacon or anything manly like that?"

"Manly?" Cas frowns at the word - he's heard it multiple times in the past few days, like a broken record. "I don't understand. Why are you assigning genders to pizza toppings?"

"I-" Dean opens his mouth, before furrowing his eyebrows and huffing out a breath. He does this twice more, before turning to the seemingly horrified cashier. "Medium cheese pizza if you please."

"Yes sir," the cashier obediently rings it up before telling them their total, to which Dean hands over the designated amount of money. "It'll be around ten minutes, if you'd like to shop around?"

Dean cocks an eyebrow and nods slightly at the cashier - quite possibly a secret human signal for something, Castiel confirms when the person behind the cash smiles.

"Want to check out the bakery a few stores down?" Dean questions, grinning when Cas eagerly nods. 

With seemingly two skips and a hop, the two are in front of the quiet bakery, the smell of fresh bread already wafting through the air. Although it's later into the night, it's apparently still running when they cross over its toasty warm threshold; the scent of blueberries brought with it.

"Mmm - I love muffins," Dean admits, practically drooling at the display. "And pie!" he exclaims upon the sight of rows upon rows of pre-frozen pies, and a few fresh slices.

"What type of pie?" Castiel pointlessly asks; the warm golden aura is already emanating around him, leading the angel to believe it's likely pecan pie.

"Pecan!" he replies, and Cas has to turn away to hide his smile.

"Would you like some pie?" he asks once he collects himself (what a peculiar emotion this is - he can't stop smiling).

"Oh no it's fine Cas - I asked you out on this date, I'll pay." Dean pulls his wallet out, "What kinda pie do you like?"

"Cherry." Cas decides, just selecting the first one his gaze falls on. In all the years he's been on this Earth he's never required pie, or had an occasion to eat it. But now - this may be something different, considering the word date was used.

"Two slices of pie, cherry and pecan." Dean suddenly says, causing Cas to take notice of a small girl leaning against the back wall behind the counter. How he didn't see her before he has no clue, but he finally settles on her soul's not as bright as Dean's so therefore he was blinded by Dean. Or something like that.

They trade money for pie in little styrofoam containers, saying their thanks before making their way back to the pizza parlour.

By the time they're there, a box of pizza is sitting on the counter, their receipt balanced on top of it.

Dean shuffles over, depositing his money in the girl's outstretched hand, before resting his pie on top of the pizza and picking up both together.

"Ready?" he asks, even though the angel's already behind him and ready to go.

"Indeed." Cas agrees regardless, ignoring the questioning looks the cashier throws at him, or the yellow confusion tainting her aura. It's not her business, and besides - Dean said to dress nicely and this is as close to it as it comes when you've only got a limited amount of clothes and no fashion sense.

"What crawled up her butt?" Dean complains once they're back in the car, the pizza nicely sitting on the back seat, atop a towel because in the five minute drive home the grease is gonna leak out and cause mayhem, or at least according to Dean it is. Castiel finds this highly unlikely.

"We're going back to my place since it's closest, yeah?" Cas asks, nodding to himself when they turn down his (Jimmy's) street.

Humming a little tune, Dean pulls into the driveway, before turning to grin at Cas. "Home sweet home, Monsieur."

"Oui, c'est ma maison - tu parles français? Je ne savais pas!" the angel replies, letting out an involuntary laugh at Dean's face. "Non?"

"Uh, baguette?" Dean guesses, before both of them crack up laughing. "I specialized in Google translate when I was forced into French."

"I speak a few other languages," Cas replies with a shrug, not really counting every single language on the planet a lot, and besides - he's not very good at speaking baby or horse so they don't count. "I get bored so I study them."

"Do you ever," Dean replies with a breathy laugh, before opening his door and retrieving the pizza. "Would you like to share le pizza?"

Laughing, Cas follows him to the door. "Oui."

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Cas said: "yes, this is my house - you speak French? I didn't know!" Also I'm not that great so it's probably wrong but psh