Dean -----
A quick glance around the bar and Dean had found his next target. He was itching for something to get his pulse-racing. It had been a slow week, little demon activity, and he was starting to go stir-crazy. He just needed some action, and this time, it would be hot and heavy.
Cas was hovering at his shoulder, uneasy in the crowded room. Dean cussed to himself; he couldn’t seem to get that ex-angel away from him. They were always together, making weird eye contact and awkward conversation. He found himself drawn towards the smooth curve of Castiel’s lips, and the slightly crooked smile that crossed his face when he understood a joke.
“Are you okay?” Cas inquired, staring at him with that quizzical look on his face. He often wore that look, as if everything Dean and Sam did was a foreign concept to him.
“I’m fine,” he yelled back, over the noise. “I’m just going to pee. Stay here,” he added, worried Cas would try and follow him.
Snaking his path through the crowd, Dean found the girl he was aiming for. Cute blonde thing, who sneaked a flirtatious look at him as he approached. Leaning across the bar, sitting so Cas couldn’t see him, Dean ordered a beer for himself, and seconds on whatever the “lovely lady was having.” He saw her glance his way again and lightly touched her wrist.
“Dean,” he offered by way of introduction.
“Mandi,” she replied, sliding her hand up his arm.
This was going to be easier than he had hoped.
Sam -----
Sam slid into a seat next to Cas, playfully bumping him on the shoulder. Cas had been sitting there for some time, head despondently in his hands, staring off into the distance.
“Hey buddy, I think I’m going to head back to the room, search for any weird activity. You want to come back?” Sam was sure Dean had gone off with some girl, leaving Cas sitting here.
Cas glanced at him quizzically. “But didn’t you come here to… As Dean says… Score ass?”
Sam sighed; Cas never ceased to amaze him with just how blunt and curious he could be.
“Sorry, dude, that’s more Dean’s department. Speaking of which, where is that horny bastard?”
“I believe Dean was a legitimate child of your parents, Sam. Not a bastard…” Cas puzzled over this before it occurred to him. “Oh! Right.” Sam laughed. “To answer your question, Dean went off to the bathroom. He is taking a while, but I said I’d wait for him.”
“Are you sure? I’m heading back now…” Sam offered. It was almost pathetic, honestly, how attached to Dean Castiel was. Now if only Dean could see it, or even if Cas could. The puppy-love the ex-angel had for Dean was apparent to everyone but them.
Cas waved him off, and Sam slid out of the booth. Eventually, Cas would realize Dean wasn’t coming back, and would find his way to the hotel.
When Sam reached the hotel, he noticed the Impala parked in its spot across the street. Odd. Sam trudged up the stairs, dreading what he would see. Yeah, there it was. The stupid tie on the door, a clear sign for Sam to steer away.
Rolling his eyes, and sighing, Sam turned from the door. Here we go again, he thought to himself. A night sitting in some bar, waiting for the text from Dean.
It didn’t even cross his mind to text Castiel.
Castiel ------
After about an hour, it dawned on Cas that Dean would not be coming back. He felt… What was this? Foolishness? Embarrassment. Some horribly human feeling and a slight feeling of emptiness.
Then again, what was he expecting? As Sam had said earlier, Dean was a “horny bastard.” Although Castiel didn’t understand why humans used that term so freely, he had to agree. Dean likely had gone to some woman’s house to proceed with intercourse; an activity he heard about often from Dean.
Cas left a tip on the table for the milkshake he had just guzzled. Hands in the pocket of his trench coat, he began the walk back to the hotel, wondering why Dean hadn’t just told him the truth earlier.
Dean was on his mind an odd amount lately, especially since becoming human. He had always felt that bond between them, ever since he had raised him, but this was different. He found himself studying the way Dean moved and the way his voice changed when he talked to Sam or Cas.
The walk to the hotel seemed so short when he spent time thinking about Dean. Now, if only he could understand these human feelings. Maybe he would tell Dean.
Glancing up from the ground- he found himself walking with his head down more and more these days- he noticed the Impala sitting in the parking lot. Strange, he thought to himself. He peered into the car, but Dean wasn’t there. Maybe Dean hadn’t… What was the human term… “Scored?” Yes. Scored. Maybe he hadn’t, and he had left in shame. The thought seemed to perk Cas up and he walked to the hotel room.
Strange, he again thought, noting his favorite blue tie hanging on the door.
“I wonder who put this here…” He puzzled out loud. “And why?”
Was this a human tradition? Shrugging, he pulled it off the knob, and braced himself to question Dean about what he had been feeling lately.
Sliding the key through the lock, he pushed open the door, and froze in… That emotion. Embarrassment, right.
Dean was leaning over a woman in his bed. Cas felt a blush creep across his face as he stared at the movement of Dean’s naked body, the chiseled muscles captivating his gaze.
“Cas, you son of a bitch!” Dean yelled, pushing the women under the covers and holding a pillow over his front.
Cas tried to speak, but no words could come out. He slowly backed out of the room, his face hot and his mind going over every detail of Dean’s body.
What was happening to him? He wondered, as he sunk down to the ground outside of the room, fiddling with the tie that was, for some reason, still in his shaking hands.
