13: [Action] Smokin'

[dashboardlite]

He's been thinking about this for a while.  Let's be honest, here - Castiel is a virgin.  He has to be.  He knows absolutely nothing.  It might do him some good to get out and have someone who's attracted to him crawling all over him.  Someone who isn't Dean all hopped up on clingy Christmas cheer.

That, and this intervention might make Cas stop staring at him so much.  Dean knows he's sexy, but he isn't exactly the most interesting thing in the world to look at.  Staring stupidly is what they invented movies and porn for.

"Fudgin' holidays," He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and kicking aside a pile of tinsel on the floor.  He's had better plans in the past, but Santana is his last resort.  Dean doesn't want to go to her, but she probably knows some hot chicks, and she can help him pull Cas out of his shell a little bit.  So he sucks it up and buckles in, knowing it might very well be a bumpy ride.

Dean stops by Santana's door, knocking a couple times and leaning casually on the jamb, hands in his pockets.

Silver lining: Even if he can't touch, he'll still be able to look at his smokin' hot date.  If she accepts.

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Uh, I'm afraid that's up to the one doing the asking-out." She helpfully pointed to him. "I'm just along for the ride.

...But it better be good if I'm getting dressed up."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...shit. That's right. He hadn't even considered the venue. He'd ask Kurt, but Kurt had been a little weird around Castiel the first time they'd met, so scratch that idea. "I'll think of something," Dean assured her, wondering if the mansion would decorate one of the studies for them. Or at least, he could manage candles and something good from the kitchen.

"Find out what your friend wants to eat and tell me - Unless you already know. And tell me what you want, too, so I can...I dunno, wrangle something up in the magical cupboards."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana thought about it for a moment. "Organic crap. Probably a salad."

Personally, even though Santana didn't eat a lot herself, she made exceptions for dates when someone else was paying. Not that they needed to pay for stuff here, but it was still the same idea.

"I like anything," she said, still smirking. "Oh, and breadsticks. Make sure there are breadsticks."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Another salad-eater. This could be good news. The last time Dean went out with someone who ate organic shit, they were a yoga teacher and it had been the bendiest weekend of his life.

"Breadsticks and salad, got it."

He'd find a steak for himself. And potatoes. Fuck yes, something filling. Dean didn't know what Castiel would eat, but they'd find something. Giving her a rather suspicious expression, Dean raised an eyebrow at Santana's smirk.

She was up to something.

"...why do you look like Wednesday Addams all of a sudden?"

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

What the hell was that comparison?

"...I look like a creepy goth girl in lame clothes?" she asked dangerously.

Though come to think of it, she could totally see Rachel wearing that little girl dress. Probably not in black.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Um. No," Dean tread carefully. "But you sure as Hell look like you're up to something."

He looked at her critically. "You are inviting a hot date for me, right? I mean, they don't have to be as hot as you," Compliments help. "But it'd be nice."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Compliments did help. She was smiling again, and this time it was slightly less evil!

For a second or two, anyway.

"What, you think I'd just let you get stood up? That wouldn't be very friendly of me, would it?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"...no, it wouldn't," Dean replied slowly, testing the waters. He supposed that it would be in her best interest to bring an interesting date for him, taking everything into account, so he might as well put some faith in her.

Besides, she had to know some other attractive girls around here. She didn't just hang around with Kurt and that Tim guy.

Right?

"Okay," Dean finally conceded, still watching her closely. "I'm trusting you."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," Santana said again, and clapped her hands together once. Looking very cheerleader-y in the process, probably. "We will totally see you guys then."

Oh, this would be interesting, all right.