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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:

Exhibit A
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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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