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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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[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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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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Of course, Dean follows the road that leads to sexual proclivity. Particularly when it involves him. Altogether too proud of his own track record, the cocky hunter smiles a little smugly at the angel.

"Whaddayou mean, like what? Am I really the only interesting thing to look at around here?" Dean huffs a laugh. "Really, Cas, you make me all tingly when you stare."

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"I meant what sort of new thing would I try.

'Tingly'?"

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Dean frowns. Well, that bit of humor got shut down in less than five fucking seconds. Cue Castiel, the wet blanket extraordinaire.

"Dating. A hot chick is gonna play footsie with you tonight. Maybe you'll get lucky and do the mattress mambo."

He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "'Tingly' is when you get goosebumps, dude."

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"Dean. I would not wish to lie with a woman in the same night as meeting her. That would be untoward and disrespectful to her. But what do our feet have to do with anything?"

He headtilts. "And do you mean you become cold when I look at you?"

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...seriously?

"Wow, Cas, tell me how you really feel," He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Pretty much every relationship Dean has ever had has been a one-night-stand (Or a weekend-stand, but those are fairly rare), and he respects the crap out of the ~~majority of the~~ women he fornicates with. Hell, if they enjoy it, why can't he? Commitment's a bitch.

He ignores the question about playing footsie, because clearly Cas won't be doing that today. "It's not...no, it's not like the cold kind of tingly." This is awkward to explain. With a sigh, Dean continues. "Like the good kind; the one that makes you feel good. Inside. Yeah."

He hopes that makes sense. It's just a figure of speech, after all.

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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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[SHE looks perfect no matter what, so there.

...Anyway, walking now!]

Duh. Where would the fun be in not holding it over you?

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Fun for you at least. ...Though, I can't deny that I would do the same if I were in your shoes.

Your shoes are fantastic, by the way. And so is your whole ensemble.

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[Aww, for that truth, Kurt gets a smile.]

I know. My legs look amazing. If that Cas guy is straight at all, I think we'll know.

[SIGH, I guess she can be somewhat not-mean back.]

Your coat's pretty cool.

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He'd better be. Though hopefully he'll at least have the decency to keep his eyes on you instead of Dean, since you're his date tonight.

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Thanks. It's Roberto Cavalli.

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We'll see.

[How they even know where to go, who can tell! It's magic. But they both look awesome (her more than him SO THERE), and this will be great on some level no matter what, so who cares.]

I bet you've been primping for at least three hours.

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But of course. I have to look my absolute best for the occasion. I wouldn't even dream of allotting myself any less time to get ready for it. If sleep weren't essential to to a good skincare routine, I probably would have been up all night with it.

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...You are so gay.

[At least she's amused about it, right?]

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Well, that is why I'm coming along, isn't it?

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Uh-huh. You're lucky I'm still letting you, after the embarrassing way you reacted when I told you.

~~[lol making backstory up]~~

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I-I did not! And it wasn't embarrassing!

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