How It Should've Happened

"My Boyfriend's a Swiftie"

The bar was full of people but they found two stools and Dean managed to get the attention of the bartender over the noise. "Four shots of whiskey!" he practically yelled. He looked around. It was pretty small but it was big enough for a small stage in one corner and about six tables. The racket was coming from what appeared to be a karaoke machine. "You didn't." Dean said self consciously. Cas smiled and downed a shot. 

"I put your name on the list so get thinking about what you're going to sing." Dean laughed and shook his head taking down a shot of his own. 

"I'm going to need so much more whiskey before I get up there." he smiled at Cas. "This was a good idea." Cas looked pleased with himself. He turned his head to watch the woman who was singing and Dean noticed he still had a light mark on his neck from this morning. He leaned over so no one would hear, "You know you can get rid of that mark with a cold spoon." Cas wrinkled his nose. 

"Why would I do that?" Dean shrugged. 

"Most people are embarrassed." 

"Should I be embarrassed? Does it mean something bad?" Cas asked, starting to look concerned. 

"On second thought," Dean said, signaling the bartender for more shots, "I never want you to get rid of those, I plan to give you lots more of them." Cas still looked confused. 

"What does it mean?" 

"Well when most people do it, it means that they had sex," Cas seemed ruffled by this, "but if you're in a relationship it's sort of like putting a sign on someone that says, 'they're mine'." Cas blushed a bright red and looked at the bar in front of him. Dean leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You're mine. And I will happily make sure everyone knows it. I hope you don't mind me giving you more." Cas shook his head and smiled to say that no he didn't mind. Dean downed another shot before a woman came up on the little stage and announced that Dean Winchester was next. Dean ran a hand through his hair nervously before he got up and walked over to the stage.

"I don't normally do this sort of thing but my boyfriend insisted. He's a Taylor Swift fan unfortunately, but I do know one Taylor Swift song so consider this payback for making me do this Cas." Dean laughed into the microphone and the audience gave a light laugh. Cas felt himself turn red at the word 'boyfriend'. "Alright this is, 'You Belong With Me." Cas had heard Dean sing before. But he had never heard Dean sing a love song before. He was entranced.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you see? You belong with me. You belong with me.

Cas heard the lyrics and felt himself smile at how well it fit them.

And you've got a smile that can light up this whole town.....

You say you're fine I know you better than that.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me.

I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry and I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams,

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me...

Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me?

You belong with me.

Dean finished singing and everyone applauded, Cas loudest of all. He trekked his way off the little stage and back over to Cas who was staring at him, dumbstruck. Dean chuckled at his expression, 

"Didn't see that coming?" Cas shook his head,

"Not at all."