14: [Action] Night Moves

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[ooc; Double-date is for Dean, Castiel, Santana, and...the mystery date.]

"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table.  He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried.  He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it.  There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.

God, he's starving.

"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves."  He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right.  He adjusts his tie with a little grimace.  Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else.  Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.

Cas is supposed to show up soon.  Before the dates arrive.  Dean checks his watch and makes a face.  "...c'mon, Cas.  It's show time."  Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.

With any luck, he might get some action tonight.

Finally.

*Exhibit A:

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The whatever-it-is that allows Castiel to hear Dean when he calls for him (whether Cas chooses to respond or not being an entirely different question)? Seems to work here in the mansion. Convenient, that.

So a fraction of a second later, soundlessly, Cas appears at the foot of the lounge Dean is splayed on.

"What is show time?"

He is rumpled as ever, and looks a bit distracted; he glances down to a paperback he holds in one hand, and shoves it in a pocket, where it weighs down that side of his jacket.

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Dean raises his eyebrows, lifting his head from the cushion it's propped upon, and smiles thinly at the angel.

"Show time is go-time, Cas, which is right now."

Stretching, he pulls himself from the relatively-small loveseat and sits upright, one leg still cast over the armrest, elbows propping him up. His smile widens mischievously.

"You've got a date." Green eyes dart to what Castiel is surreptitiously trying to hide, and he smirks. "Whatcha got there, the Kama Sutra?"

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"A date," he repeats, something between a question and statement, unamused. If this has anything to do with anyone named Chastity, Cas is gone, and will not care in the least if he is thought a coward.

He hopes there will be alcohol.

He also decides not to show Dean the book he's been reading just yet, at least until the current situation is dealt with. No reason to lie, though: "It's a prophetic text." He can't help letting his gaze wander down to the amulet Dean wears even over the uncharacteristic striped shirt, and feels the weight of it on his own chest too, hidden beneath layers of clothing.

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A prophetic text? What the Hell could possibly be worse to read than anything Biblical? Dean's got no reason to pursue the line of questioning, though, since it's got nothing to do with him - if he's really curious, he'll just rifle through Cas' coat later.

"And yep, a date." With a grunt, Dean heaves himself from the lounge and smoothes down the front of his shirt. After looking Cas up and down for a moment, he realizes that the angel's been staring at him very intently this whole time.

He tries to shrug it off with a rather smug chuckle. "Not for nothin', Cas, but the last time somebody looked at me like that - I got laid. Now come on, man - Dates are nice. Dontcha wanna try something new? Get outta the same-old, same-old?"

Dean smiles enticingly with his next offer, "There's booze."

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In Castiel's admittedly meager experience, dates are NOT nice, even if they do sometimes end in Dean laughing happily, creases at the corners of his eyes and breath wheezing, making a knot of something warm and accomplished form in Cas' core.

Nor does he feel a particular need to add variety to his experience here. He has a book he'd like to get back to reading, and it really hasn't been all that long since the wing thing.

But Dean is looking at him hopefully, and there is no particular urgency to anything else Cas would occupy the evening with. And the hamburger he's spotted on the table and hopes is for him looks good.

Then he pays attention to the rest of what Dean said. "Like what?" he asks.

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[Santana's already decided this night is a win-win for her. Outcome A: she's successful in distracting/seducing Cas and gets some fun out of it. Outcome B: Cas remains super gay but Santana entertains herself with dropping some truths and watching the three super gay guys be gay and awkward.

Either way, she gets to look hot and eat. Win-win.

Speaking of looking hot, she's wearing this (http://nayarivera.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=6&pid=1417#top_display_media). But with red shoes to match the bracelet her devoted sexsnarkslave Tim got her.

Aaaaand it's about time for this show to get on the road, so she walks the few feet needed and pounds her fist on Kurt's door.]

Hurry up, Nancy. I should not have to be the one to come collect you!

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Sorry! I'm almost ready.

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...Well. I'm ready. Shall we?

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[Know who looks way less excited? Santana, who is just standing there, tapping her fingers against her hips. GOD IT'S ABOUT TIME, KURT.]

No, I think we should just stand here and think about it for awhile. Yes, let's go.

[Pause. Smirk.]

You so owe me, you know.

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I know. As I'm sure you're probably going to be reminding me every day for the rest of my life.

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Something isn't right the second Kurt enters the room. He knew he was a surprise date for Dean, but somehow Dean doesn't seem...quite as thrilled as he is. But Kurt holds himself together well, despite it all. He even manages to nod in return at Castiel without looking like he wishes Cas would implode. I mean, he still does, but at least Kurt is forcing himself to be civil company for the moment. After all, Dean is his date. Not Cas' date. His.

He smiles at his date, and waves a fluttery wave with all of the fingers on his hand.

"Hi," he says. "...Surprised?"

Well, obviously. But he wouldn't want things to get awkward just because he's not what Dean was expecting. ...Maybe it will still go okay. Maybe this is his chance to finally impress Dean enough to woo him into his arms.

Maybe?

DEAN AND KURT'S WONDERFUL DATE THREAD (WHICH IS WAY BETTER THAN WHATEVER CAS AND HIS DATE ARE DOING)

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At first, it was just Kurt being gay. Dean handles that pretty well, since he and his brother have been mistaken for a gay couple plenty of times: two hot dudes riding in a hot car; sure, why not? Whatever. Then comes the niggling feeling that Kurt likes him, and likes him in the way that Dean remembers liking certain chicks in high school (Not enough to really respect them, but close enough).

Now it's too obvious. And too painful. And Dean cares about Kurt too much as this younger brother figure so similar to Sammy that he'd feel like shit crushing him in any way.

God damn it.

So he wrangles up another smile and nods, "...yeah. Surprised." Like Hell he sure is. "...uh. This way..." Clearing his throat, Dean turns and leads the way to their chairs. He's not going to pull out Kurt's because he can't encourage this, but he'll try really, really hard to keep from killing Santana.

No guarantees, though.

"So." He seats himself, suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore, and decides to just do what he usually does around Kurt, and act in his natural, older-brotherly fashion. "How ya been?"

DEAN AND KURT'S WONDERFUL DATE THREAD (WHICH IS WAY BETTER THAN WHATEVER CAS AND HIS DATE ARE DOING)

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It's okay that Dean doesn't pull out his chair. Really, it is. After all, they're both men. There's no need for one of them to assume a female role, no matter how romantic and chivalrous it might be for Dean to pull out Kurt's chair. No, no. This is okay. It just means Dean isn't looking at him as a woman, which is a step up from several people at his school, so...so this is good. Kurt pulls out his own chair with as much dignity and grace as he can muster.

"I've been good," he says, picking up his salad fork and poking at his plate. It sure looks like Dean was expecting him, but...

But nothing. He smiles, aiming to show absolutely zero signs of doubt or worry regarding this date. It's his first date, and it's going to be wonderful.

"And you?" he asks brightly in return. "How have you been?"

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Shit. Shit, now he's distressed. Dean can tell. He's spent enough time hanging around Kurt to know when something's wrong, and it's definitely everything Dean is not doing. He won't be an arbiter for false hopes, because he's probably done enough damage already in spending so much time with him, but he can't let the kid poke at his salad like it's offended him.

"Yeah, I've been all right," Dean shrugs, sliding his steak knife off the table and civilly cutting the meat on his plate into pieces. He can try to act like a cultured snob. This tie around his neck is starting to get irksome, though. Green eyes flicker to Cas across the table briefly, and Dean inwardly winces. The angel is drowning.

"...uh. Good Christmas. It was...it was pretty good. Santa came and everything." He chuckles, remembering what he'd received in his stocking. "And the ball wasn't that bad, but I had this one friggin' time where I just kept hanging around Cas because I had to. No idea why. Anything weird happen to you?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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He's cuter up close, even with the fear, so that's pretty nice. And it's old-fashioned and dorky of him to do the handshake thing, but whatever. Santana can handle it.

She shakes his hand, then doesn't actually let go as she walks to the table. Come along, Cas.

"You gonna pull out my chair for me or am I doing all the work tonight?" She's already enjoying herself.

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Cas swallows again and follows Santana. Not like he has a choice, with the surprisingly iron grip she has on his hand. He casts a helpwhatdoIdo look in Dean's direction, but Dean doesn't seem to notice, looking a bit stunned at the moment. Cas feels a perverse comfort that at least he's not the only one.

He really has no idea what he's doing, but pulls Santana's chair back from the table, waits for her to sit down, and then goes to his own chair and sits. The first thing he does once seated is grab the glass of water in front of his plate and drink deeply, clearing his throat afterward. Then he places his hands in his lap, and waits. She seems to have a better idea of how this should go than he does.

He is calm, collected. Above panicking over small matters like these. He doesn't have to force himself not to fidget. He doesn't.

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Santana taps her fingers against the table top. She's sitting at an angle, so that she can cross her legs where Cas could see.

"I hear you're an angel," she says, bluntly.

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Cas is grateful to be asked something he can answer. So grateful. "Yes," he answers, "I am an angel of the Lord."

He casts his gaze around, trying to find a place to look that isn't bared skin. It feels improper to do so, even though she doesn't seem to mind. He settles for focusing on her face: very pretty, he can admit, with pleasant, keen features that regard him with... skepticism, he thinks he reads correctly? That's the usual, anyway, in his experience.

WE ARE HAVING A GODDAMN TALK NOW SO WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE, WOMAN.

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Dean gets up after excusing himself from Kurt for a moment with the claim that he requires another drink and a brief word with Santana. Without too much trouble - Cas looks like a fish out of water - He rests a tensed hand on her shoulder and murmurs in her ear.

"...I need to speak with you."

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Santana was expecting this sooner or later. She sighs, taking just enough time to really annoy him, then gets up and follow Dean. She crosses her arms under her chest and looks at him expectantly.

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Once they've walked over to the bar in the corner, Dean opens up in pissed-off, hushed tones.

"What the Hell is your angle? Kurt? Seriously?"

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Santana doesn't really see the problem.

"Yeah, so? I thought you liked him." And the thing is, she's not joking or being sarcastic or bitchy for once.

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Kurt is...mildly concerned when Dean excuses himself, and the concern only rises when he leaves with Santana. Something is clearly going wrong with his Perfect First Date, and it's making Kurt uneasy.

But worst of all, he's been left alone with Castiel, his primary competition. He's the last person Kurt wants to be alone with, especially since he definitely caught him looking over at Dean. Ugh. Some people are just so inconsiderate with their straying eyes and their...overall weirdness.

He's not sure he wants to say anything just yet, but Kurt is definitely eying Cas at every available opportunity, and not in the overly flirty way he was eying Dean. It's more territorial, like how an angry cat would stare at an angel that likes staring its date too much, and especially after said angel and said date were all over each other at a certain dance.

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It's hard to miss the fact that Kurt is staring at Cas. It's also hard to miss that it's not friendly.

But not so long ago, Castiel had been new to earth, and his stares hadn't been very friendly either. And he is not particularly thin-skinned. He endures the glares.

In the two times they've met so far, this young man's mannerisms have reminded him a little of Sam Winchester, so it must be because of that resemblance that Cas speculates on what Sam might do in this situation. Sam would ask about Kurt's feelings. Cas does not understand feelings very well, but he is trying to learn to better interact with humans. So he gives it a shot.

"Are you... enjoying the evening?" There, a question about Kurt's sentiments.

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"Yes. Quite," Kurt replies curtly, mostly because it would be rude to ignore him completely. He nods a little too, entirely uncomfortable with this conversation. It's really hard to have a conversation with someone when you wish the floor would fall out from beneath them.

He eyes Cas out of the corner of his eye rather suspiciously for a second. ...He should probably reply, huh?

"And you?" he asks him, feigning interest. "Are you enjoying your date?"

He had better be enjoying his date, so he wouldn't spend his time enjoying Kurt's date.

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Castiel visibly considers for a minute before replying. "No. Dean was not honest about his intentions in calling me here."

At least the food is good, though he can't be said to need it.

"And women are perplexing. I mean no affront to your companion, but she is terrifying."