According to the Supernatural Wiki, Huggy Bear was the name of the streetwise pimp who acted as an informant for Starksy and Hutch.
Still a pretty gay reference.
d’aww I don’t have a Pimp!Castiel gif oh wells have this instead
“Okonomiyaki” means “as you like it,” Castiel says. “We both like red meat, so I took the liberty of ordering us a Kobe beef okonomiyaki. I’m afraid it will be somewhat expensive.”
Dean nods. So that’s what Castiel had been saying to the waitress. Japanese seems to fit his tongue even better than English does, or maybe it’s just because Dean doesn’t understand that he thinks Castiel sounds fluent and relaxed when he speaks the foreign syllables. Maybe to the waitress he sounds just as stilted and strange as he does in English.
“You took a lot of words to order one oko— oki—- whatever that thing is.”
Castiel’s lips quirk. “It’s a sort of pancake,” he says. “If that’s easier. And the language is extremely polite.” The waitress, now serving another patron, lets loose with a trill of syllables that seem to go on for 10 seconds. “For example,” Castiel says, “she just said the equivalent of ‘Coming right up.’”
Dean whistles. “That is one long-winded language.”
“And yet its people are known for being reticent,” Castiel goes on. Dean suppresses a laugh. No wonder Cas fits right in. Big words without saying much? Sounds about right.
When the “pancake” arrives, it’s two inches high and steaming, an absolutely mouth-watering aroma of meat rising up from it. The waitress brings an assortment of sauces and dips as well, and Dean doesn’t know one from the next, but he has no idea why you’d have to temper anything as good-smelling as this with any kind of condiment. Nonetheless, Castiel is reaching over Dean to grab something that looks like a shaker for cheese, but the stuff inside it is brown and unfamiliar.
“What’s that?” Dean says. It looks more like dead leaves than anything.
“Katsuo,” Castiel says. “Flakes of bonito fish.”
“Fish flakes? Seriously?” Dean wrinkles his nose. When Castiel shakes them onto the okonomiyaki, Dean picks one up with his finger and sniffs it, then pops it in his mouth. It tastes like nothing. “Why?”
“Seasoning,” Castiel says. Dean takes a cursory look around and sure enough, the other folks dining there are using it liberally. He shrugs. Go with the flow. Just one more inexplicable facet of this weird, weird country.
Castiel doesn’t seem to have retreated entirely to his place on the bench. He’s pressed against Dean, and Dean realizes a rather large man has settled in on the other side of him, forcing Castiel to fold up his coat and lean in to avoid contact. Dean doesn’t entirely mind, but he can’t say that out loud. “So it means, as I like it?” he quips. “What if I’d like a little bit of personal space?”
“It’s a very crowded bar,” Castiel says without withdrawing in the slightest.
Dean shifts. Their thighs bump together a little harder. He swallows a sudden lump in his throat. “I don’t like it,” he grumbles, and breaks his block of chopsticks.
“Yes, you do,” Castiel says without missing a beat. Dean’s too busy chowing down to answer.
“That was a good meal”
“Thanks. I was trying a new recipe”
“Are you that kind of writer?”
“What do you mean?”
“The kind that writes recipes”
“I think you call those writers ‘cooks’”
“I was trying to be funny. I saved your life, the least you can do is play along and laugh”
“Oh and here I thought my delicious home-cooked meal was enough”
“Wait, I just thought of a better way for you to thank me”
“Dean, I don’t do that on the first date”
“That’s not what I was thinking, but I’m glad to know that’s what you thought I was thinking.”
“Then what were you thinking?”
“That you write us a story”
“I think it’s better if we write it together”…..
“You know, I never really understood why I do what I do”
“Risk your life putting out fires and saving people?”
“Yeah. I mean, I could be doing other things that are less exhausting—less life-threatening, but I chose this and I keep choosing this.”
“You get to help people, and that’s a good thing. Dean, you saved my life.”
“I know, but sometimes I wondered if this was really what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“And do you still wonder about this now?”
“I didn’t get it until I pulled you out of that building. One look at you and I just knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That I was meant for this. That it’s worth it.”
“I’m glad that building caved in on me then.”
“What were you doing there anyway?”
“Researching for a story I wanted to write”
“Well, was the it worth almost getting killed?”
“Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you”
“We were having a moment. Why are you opening your laptop?”
“This is good stuff. I have to write it down”
