Blue Eyes

It had been a while since Dean saw Cas. He had started to doubt he'd make a reappearance. He shrugged it off, Dean had left it up to him and it appeared like Cas made a decision.

It was a slow night. Tuesdays always were. Two of Dean's regulars were present, but the rest were either new or Jo's. The only problem with that was the fact that Jo wasn't there.

No one made a comment on it though. Other than Dean, teasing her regulars that they were stuck with him that night. Around nine, the door opened and the bell atop it rang, catching Dean's attention. He looked up and nearly had to do a double take.

Same trenchcoat, same suit even, just without all the wrinkles. It was Cas, Dean was sure of it.

The messy hair and blue eyes gave it away if nothing else.

"Well,well, well. Look who came around." Dean greeted.Cas offered the small smile Dean had seen a few times before. "Been good?"

Cas nodded nonchalantly. "Better." He began. "Sorry it took so long."

"No need." Dean didn't know how this conversation was gonna go. Cas sat down in front of where Dean stood, beside a redhead who was giving Dean the eye. "I was going to wait until last call, but I figured you may not be there then."

"Why would that be?" Dean asked,reaching to grab a glass.

"I don't know your hours." Cas replied simply. "And, I'm all set, thank you. Driving tonight."

Dean put the glass back down and smiled. "Then what can I do ya for?"

"Well, I didn't have your number."

Dean nodded. "That's true."

"Cliff hangers are only fun for so long." He was smiling as well now, if only from one side.

"Also true. Have you changed your clothes at all since then?"

Cas looked down at himself and shrugged, looking back up. "I have, yes."

Lieutenant Literal apparently. Dean let out a breath and scratched the back of his neck. "So, uh."

Cas raised an eyebrow. "Uh?"

"How've you been?" Dean ended it with a raise in pitch, making it sound even more like a question than it already would have.

"Still the same answer, better." Cas seemed confused by the repeat in questioning.

"Right,yeah, I knew that."

"Was I interrupting something?" Cas asked glancing between the woman he was sat beside and Dean.

"What? No! No,no. You just caught me off guard,man."

"Are you positive? I could easily just-"

Dean wasn't going to let that happen. "Positive."

Cas looked at him a moment, staring almost, like he was reading him. "Okay.."

"Okay. So what's up?"

A voice Cas didn't recognized called out, "One more!" in an almost triumphant slur from a table on the other side of the room.

"Fuck,okay, gimme a second."

Cas nodded, and Dean quickly filled a glass with something on tap- a dark,nearly black liquid-, and headed towards the voice.

Cas decided to make this quick. Dean was busy. When Dean came back, he was mumbling something Cas couldn't make out. 

"Dean?" Cas interrupted. "Do you have a pen?"

Dean patted the pockets of his jeans, finding nothing. "Yes." He said,unsure. He opened a drawer Cas couldn't see from his position, and pulled out a blue ball point pen.

Cas thanked him with a smile, accepting it and sliding a napkin towards himself.
And he wrote. He wrote his number, and a note beside it. "Castiel Novak. Dean, Do with this what you will, but I really hope to hear from you."
He folded the napkin and passed it towards Dean, who'd been watching him.

"Thanks?"

Cas winked and stood. "I should get going, let you work." He said, gesturing towards the customers.

"You don't have to, you could-"

Cas cut him off. "The ball is in your pit, as they say."

"No one says that. It's 'in your court'."

"What did I say?" Castiel's head tilted and he squinted his eyes before shaking his head. "Same thing. I could've just made a really smooth exit."

"No offense, but you don't seem very smooth." The redhead piped in. Cas ignored her.

"You could have, yeah." Dean grinned.

"Like I said, Dean. Passing the ball to you."

And, with a spin on his heel, Castiel was heading out the door.

Dean opened up the napkin and nodded at it. "Game on."