Uncle Cas

You can tell it I'm balling

Part 1: You can tell it I'm balling

"Hit me again." He was slurring but he didn't mind. Neither did the cute blonde behind the bar, apparently, as she just poured him another shot with a wink.

"Woah." Someone said to his right as he tossed back the vodka, only a little unsteadily.

"What?"

"Dean." Gabriel sighed and plucked the glass from Dean's slippery fingers. "I know were celebrating your birthday and all but slow down mate."

Dean just snorted but he did shake his head when the bartender raised the bottle questioningly.

His birthday, what a joke. It had been a miserable family dinner followed by him practically running away before uncle Cas could get there. John had been shouting something at him as he ran to the car Gabriel was waiting in but Mary had stopped him with something along the lines of let him be on his own tonight. Yeah, because that was what he really needed.

Sammy had been standing on the porch as Gabriel spun away but Dean hadn't been able to look at him, too embarrassed and angry. Not with Sam, of course, but he knew how his anger tended to translate.

Just being in the same room as John was proving a toll for Dean after the latest talk with Cas. So Cas thought he was immature, inexperienced and, most importantly, Cas didn't know whether he liked John or Dean anymore. That was all that Dean had registered. Cas couldn't get over John for whatever lame reason and Dean wasn't man enough to make him.

Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek. Well, he would be man enough after tonight, he would see to that. And then Cas would be out of arguments. No age-problem, no inexperience, no nothing. Except John of course but Dean would deal with that later. Tonight he was getting hammered and laid. Yes, that seemed like a perfectly good idea at the moment. And if he just got laid maybe he would stop pining after that old ass? Maybe he was just hormonal? The plan had been to get experience to shove in Cas' unbelieving face but as the night progressed he started thinking that maybe he should just fuck Cas right out of his mind. A good enough lay would do that, certainly? Get him to stop thinking about that asshat so he wouldn't need Cas anymore? Yes, that seemed plausible.

"So, hammered? Check. Laid?" Dean looked around.

Gabriel was of course plastered against Kali's front, suckling on her face as if it was air and he was drowning. Where the rest of Kali's posse had gone Dean didn't know and didn't care. He didn't particularly like those guys anyway.

Jo was dancing with a couple of dudes at the same time, seemingly having the time of her life and owning them all. She could take care of herself. Dean smiled at her when she saw him looking but shook his head when she beckoned him. He did not want to get involved with his friends.

No the lucky person to share Dean's first experience would have to be someone he didn't know. That way, if he sucked, no one would know. Plus, he really just needed to bust a nut and he hardly thought that was what his friends were for.

He spun back to the bar and was about to tap his glass again when he noticed a brunette on the other side of the bar looking at him. She was cute. Hell, he smirked at her and straightened when she smiled back, she was drop dead gorgeous. And a woman, what better way to get over stupid men than a sleeping with women?

After some minutes of flirting to and fro over their glasses Dean decided that there was no time like the present. As he made his way over to her he tried to mentally prepare himself. She was beautiful but obviously older than him so he ventured a guess that she maybe wasn't as inexperienced as him. That was good, he supposed, let her show him. Problem was he didn't know if he wanted her to know or not. And could he even fake knowledge in this case?