The Bodega Boy

You know the rules

Dean's POV

     After Dean had finished up at the small convenience store he rushed through the parking lot to leave. Once in his impala buckled up right away and backs out of the parking spot. Luckily, there wasn't many people out and about in the area, but he makes sure to keep his sunglasses on and hood up just Incase.

     He was beyond relieved the guy at the counter hadn't actually recognized him. When his own song had started playing over the speaker Dean thought he'd be recognized for sure, he wanted to dig a pit to curl up and die in right there on the spot.

     To Dean's surprise, the guy hadn't even asked for an autograph. In fact, he'd actually kind of dissed Dean to his face. Sure, the man didn't actually know who he was, so it probably would have been different if Castiel had recognized him. Dean was also stunned about the song the cashier had said he preferred. That was one of his early songs. Off his first album, a bonus track if you got the special edition. He'd made that one back when he was still writing his songs himself. Not a lot of people knew that one.

     For someone who said he wasn't a fan, that was such an obscure thing to reference.

     Dean had wanted to point that out but had gotten too nervous.   When Castiel had looked up at him those blue eyes seemed so deep that for a moment Dean was worried cas had seen past those dumb sunglasses and figured out who he was. Not the whole rockstar persona everyone else knew, but beneath that.

Dean couldn't get those damn eyes out of his head, that easy laugh the man had. He almost wanted to go back.

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       When Dean gets back to the hotel room they were staying at Sam was pissed.

      Sam was his little brother, but he was also the smartest guy Dean knew, so Dean had made him his manager when he first started out. Sometimes he regretted it since sam was so straight laced and never let loose, but Dean wouldn't be anywhere near the level he was in his career without him.

    "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked with the tone of a disappointed parent as Dean came into the living room area of the suite. Dean would know, he's used the tone plenty of times on same when they were younger.

     Sam stands from his computer. "You know the rules! you're not supposed to go anywhere without a body guard Dean! What if someone had recognized you and you got swarmed by the paparazzi? You can't just do whatever you want, jack ass-" Dean had been taking the sodas out of the bag, and when he was done he threw it at Sam to cut off his rant. The younger man scrambled to catch it. "Are these...gummy worms?" Sam asked confused after he glanced into the bag.

     "That they are, brother" Dean confirmed with a snort. "One of these cream sodas is for you. Now will you please relax? I didn't go anywhere crazy. I just went to this small bodega I read about online. It was a ghost town in there"

     Sam sighs "still, if someone recognized you-"

      "Well, the person at the register didn't, even after one of my songs came on the radio. Now relax and have a Reese's" he cuts Sam off and goes to the mini fridge. He pulls out their whiskey and gets himself a glass. He thinks again of that cashier boy, he still can't believe he'd said his favorite was whiskey lullaby. It wasn't his most positive song, in fact it was quite sad for a song with a 'classic rock's vibe. It was written about his father, it was his most honest song. 

      Dean comes back and sits at the table, Sam had also sat back down and went back to typing away. The soft tap of the laptop keys was kind of soothing. "you look like you've got something on your mind" Sam comments. "I thought you said nothing happened? Do we need to change hotels-"

      Dean sighed heavily and cuts him off, blushing lightly. "Nothing happened Sam, I swear.

      Sam noticed the blush and snorts "oh, was the cashier girl cute or something?" He teases.

      "He was fairly average. Smartass" Dean huffed "when my new song came on he kinda dissed it, and then said he preferred whiskey lullaby" he lightly rocked the cup so the liquid inside swirled lightly. Sam just raises an eyebrow.

      "Oh?" He says "are you sure he didn't recognize you?" Sam snorts.

      "Yes, I'm sure" Dean barked, a bit flustered. "But he was...interesting." he looked into his whiskey glass, thinking about those intense blue eyes again.

      Sam glances up from his screen and then sits up with a soft scowl. "oh no, I know that look" he says, his tone a bit scolding. "Don't even think about it"

      "About what?" Dean huffed defensively. "I'm not even thinking anything"

      "Right" Sam scoffed "You want to go talk to him more. Don't Dean. You could get spotted. Besides, you're on tour, we leave in two weeks." He points out. Dean sighs heavily. "Wait untill after you're done with your tour to go flirt" he doesn't specify with girls. Sam has long known his brother was bi, even if Dean hadn't outright said it outloud. Growing up Dean had been obsessed with a character off a greys anatomy style hospital show, it was more soap opera. No straight man was that obsessed with a character named 'Doctor sexy' he was definitely fruity.

      "Sam, who I 'talk' to, is none of your business" Dean huffed, his eyebrows furrowing with irritation.

      "As your manager, I beg to differ" he says. "Plus what if someone sees you with him. You really want to sick the paparazzi on some poor unsuspecting bodega boy?" Sam raises an eyebrow. Dean crosses his arms, annoyed. Sam has a point, but he doesn't like his little brother bossing him around on this subject since it wasn't strictly work related. "Promise me Dean. You'll leave that guy alone."

      "Fine" Dean sighs. "I promise." He huffed just to get Sam off his back. He finished his whiskey glass and slams it on the table to walk off. He's decided he's going to shower.

      "You'll thank me later!" Sam called after him. Dean flips him off as he walks away.

       Sam sighs and continued typing away at his lap top.