Collection of Destiel

Decades in the Making

Castiel hated clubs. He hated the skimpy outfits of men who would never look at him, he hated being hit on when he knew deep down that he wasn't interested, and he hated most the fact that he had to stand in the corner and watch his best friend make out with whoever caught his eye that night. Yes, Castiel loathed clubs with a burning passion. That's why by the third drink he ordered, his glance at the clock told him he should leave.

Chancing a glance through the men dancing before him, he managed to pick out his best friend. Dean was grinning seductively and grasping tightly to the shirt of some gorgeous man. This was the routine. Dean would drag Cas from his apartment, that stupid dopey smile always made Cas cave, and then leave him on the sidelines while he found someone to sleep with for a night.

It wasn't even that Cas minded. Sometimes he had some very good conversations with men there. One time he managed to chat with the bartender about Modern Literature. Another he was able to hear firsthand about culture in Russia from a vacationer. It wasn't as fun as dancing, but Cas didn't like crowds.

They had been friends since they were thirteen. Maybe that's why Dean sticks around with him. They had history. They knew everything about each other and though men came and went in Dean's life Cas was always there. Always following Dean around like a lost puppy hoping Dean might stop for a moment and realize that he had Cas all this time. That Cas loved him.

Maybe Dean knew, Cas thought bitterly.

Coming back to the world around him, Cas ditched his empty glass on the bar and turned to see a blue eyed wonder of a man eyeing him up. That wasn't usual. Cas usually put off enough of a 'stay away' vibe that people just simply stayed away. But this guy weaved through chattering crowds until they were merely a few feet away.

"Hey, there." Blue eyes grinned coyly.

"Hello." Cas eyed him over. Not bad, but not Dean. "I'm sorry but-"

"Let me buy you a drink." Blue eyes motioned for the bartender and allowed his lean torso to stretch under the tight white vneck.

Cas swallowed but nodded. "Thank you."

"Here with anyone?"

"I came with a friend, but he is engaged at the moment." Cas kept the talk light as he received his drink and let his eyes stay glued to the mysterious man who thought he was worthy of a drink. "Are you?"

"Nah." The man didn't reach for his drink, only raked his eyes slowly over every inch of Cas' body like a predator about to pounce.

Cas twitched under the scrutiny. "Do you come here often?"

The man shrugged with an amused expression. "No, I am kind of a workaholic. Just thought it would be nice to get out for a change."

"I would rather be working than here." Cas muttered.

For some reason the man thought this was hilarious because he burst into a fit of laughter. Cas couldn't help but perk up a bit. "Yeah, I hear ya. I've been hit on by dinosaurs all night."

Cas was about to comment that he himself looked a decade older than the man when someone gripped tightly to his neck and jostled him a bit. Turning his head slightly he saw Dean's green eyes meet his.

"Heya, Cas. Who's your friend?" Dean soothed a thumb over Cas' neck, physical attention was nothing new between the best friends.

"This is-um-"

"Bartholomew." Blue eyes winked down at Cas.

"Yes." Cas flushed and ducked his head. "We were just talking about the older population of men in this club tonight."