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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CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Um, duh? Why wouldn't I?" Santana finally moves on from the breadsticks to go to her main dish.

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"I do not know."

Santana's progression reminds Cas that oh yeah, there's food. He goes to work on more of his fries, and then his burger. It's excellent, at least as far as his admittedly-small field of experience can compare. It's possible he perhaps makes a small rather-human sound of appreciation as he chews and swallows.

Eating also gives him a moment to reflect on Santana's comment about his appearance. It's made him realize he doesn't actually have a very good idea of what he looks like, physically. It's been a while in human terms since he first assumed Jimmy Novak's body, and he didn't bother to examine his outward appearance much beforehand, being more invested in the man's soul and commitment. And since then, Cas has not been much (read: at all) in the habit of looking at himself in mirrors.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana eats some of her pasta, shooting a glance at Kurt and Dean to see how they're doing. They're being boring, is how they're doing, so she turns back to her food.

Okay, enough silence. She'll just casually run the side of her foot slightly up Cas's leg to see what happens.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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[eep sorry for the unclosed italic tag up there, didn't see it until too late to fix ^^;;;]

Castiel doesn't quite shoot up out of his chair, but it's a near thing. His eyes widen comically and he chokes on the bite he's just taken, coughing. He pulls his leg back (hopefully) out of Santana's reach.

When he regains his breath, his initial look of terror is back, and he demands, "What was that?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Worth it, is what that was. Because his reaction is hilarious, and makes Santana laugh. She props her elbow on the table, rests her chin in her hand, and leans towards Cas.

"That was what we on Earth call flirting." More or less.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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Castiel's initial assessment of the situation is reasserting itself. Women are terrifying. Or at least this one is. He's very glad he wasn't given a mission closely involved with a woman - he doesn't know how Gabriel managed it with Mary, especially with all the complications of pregnancy and mood swings and--

Not that Dean makes much more sense most of the time. But somehow Cas minds less, with him.

Suddenly it occurs to him: footsie. Perhaps that was footsie. "Was that footsie?" he asks. "Dean mentioned it earlier, before you arrived."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That's a weird thing for Dean to be mentioning, Santana thinks. But okay, that'll work.

"Sure. It was...footsie." It's also a ridiculously lame word and she can't believe she's actually saying it. But Cas's weird innocence is really funny so it kind of makes up for it.

Time to kick things up.

"What else did he mention?" she asks, shooting for innocence of her own, now. Like she's just curious.

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Why does she want to know? he wonders. Still, Cas is nothing if not awkwardly, painfully honest.

"He also mentioned the 'mattress mambo'," he answers gravely.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

There's a moment of complete silence from Santana.

Then she's thankful she hadn't been eating when he said that, because she's laughing and can't stop.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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Cas doesn't understand why Santana is laughing at him, apart from it seeming to be something she just does. So he tries not to let it faze him (though he privately admits the shrill sound grates on his senses), and adds (in interest of full honesty),

"Dean also remarked that my apparent habit of staring at him makes him 'tingly'.


Please stop laughing."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Because Santana likes to play nice with the people she is torturing (this is a lie; usually she couldn't care less), she tries to calm herself. Mostly it works because she's taken aback by this new and wonderful information.

"Did he," she says, and it's not a question. "How sweet of him." She's snickering again, shooting Dean a look, then takes a sip of her drink.

"So the whole 'mattress mambo' thing. Was he talking about you two doing it?" Because with the whole 'tingly' thing, it kinda sounds that way.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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"Yes, he did. I was unfamiliar with the word, and asked him to explain its meaning to me." He takes another bite of his burger.

"As for 'mattress mambo,' he did not explain that one, but I believe his implication was that I might do it with you. You are however under no obligation." Cas suspects it means something inappropriate. Undefined euphemisms usually do, with Dean.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

The smirk may never leave Santana's face at this point.

"Well, duh, of course I'm not." She picks up another breadstick to munch on. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't do it with you."

She doubts he has any clue what it really means.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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"That is... kind of you," he replies. The way his voice raises just a little on the end of the sentence makes it sound like a question. "What is it?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Sex," Santana replies nonchalantly. "I know you've never done it, or whatever, but you have to at least know what it is, right? I'm pretty sure I remember there being stuff about sex in the Bible."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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Cas is not particularly surprised at the definition, but it does still bring the vivid sensation of plummeting earthward wingless back in full force.

He swallows the bite he was chewing, and flails a little for a drink, bypassing his water and going for the beer sitting beside it. "I have never personally experienced it," he admits, "though my vessel has memories of intercourse with his wife.

And you are correct. Scripture does contain much about-- sex." And Santana as much as said she'd be happy to engage in it with him. As... thoughtful as her offer is, Castiel knows he would only do so with someone he feels emotional attachment to, and he has only just met her.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana suddenly looks thoughtful, leaning closer to Cas again.

"Really? What's that like? Like...can you kinda feel what it was like for him or something?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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"I... could, if it were necessary, though I have not done so."

Castiel has tried not to pry too far into Jimmy's memories. It feels invasive and disrespectful, and inconsiderate. Cas can't help that he needed a vessel, can't change that the experience for the vessel (if their mind survives at all) is like being chained to a comet. What he can do is respect the privacy of his vessel's mind as much as possible.

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"That sounds so cool," Santana says, brushing her hand over Cas's arm. She's turned the Flirt Mode to Worshipful, looking at Cas with big eyes. "I bet you can do tons of awesome things."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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Cas wastes no time pulling his arm out from under Santana's hand. He'll push his chair back to get farther away, if he has to.

"That is a way of putting it."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

If she wasn't enjoying this so much, she'd be offended by that.

"Well, how else would you put it? You should totally talk about it more, 'cause it's kinda hot."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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Castiel's brow furrows in confusion. "An angel's skills are inherent to its being; there is no point in bragging about them.

And why would I wish to seem 'hot'?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"You're on this date. People usually want to be hot on dates." Santana eats a little more, then decides that's enough for the night. Except for the last breadstick, of course. That, she'll eat.

"Personally, I think we both succeeded." She shoots yet another look at the other two, then leans forward and lowers her voice. "Dean looks pretty hot, too."

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

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"Dean is actually wearing fewer layers of clothing than usual," he remarks with a confused tilt of his head. "He should not be hot.

Unless 'hot' is a word for something else?"

CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Didn't we just go over this?" Santana sighs. Her patience for this is wearing thin by now, though it's lasted longer than you'd think. "Hot like, being good looking. Attractive.

Good kisser." For example.