Daddy Issues

One

"Oh no. We are not bringing my 'Daddy issues' into this!" Dean protests.

"I never said we were, but, Dean, you need a childhood. You gave it all for Sam when he was young. It's your turn to let someone give it all for you," Castiel answers in a calm tone.

"Cas, I'm a 36 year old hunter!" Dean cries.

"And age has to do with anything?" Castiel frowns. "You need it. I can hear and see that you want to do this, but you are afraid of the judgement you believe will come. I will not let anything or anyone hurt you as I always have. You know how protective I am over you, Dean Winchester. I would and always have given anything for your safety."

Dean is silent. Cas is right. Of course, there were times when he did get hurt, but the angel had no power over that. Well.. there was that one time when Castiel beat the hell out of him, but he did bring him home afterwards.

"I need an answer. I've done anything you've asked me to for years. I saved you. The least you could do is help me. For once."

And with that, Castiel is gone.

Dean sighs. Damn, he needs a drink. He's heading upstairs when he hears Sam's voice behind him.

"Where are you going, Dean?"

"Out."

"And where is out?" Sam puts a hand on his hip and shoots Dean a grade A bitch face.

"Bar, okay? Piss off. God," Dean huffs and slams the door as he walks out.

He slides into the front seat of the Impala and closes the door. The hunter turns up Led Zepplin loud and flies down the road, gripping the steering wheel until he comes across a bar.

Dean walks into the door and sits on a stool. A brunette with blue eyes walks in front him.

"You look pissed," she says. "What you want?"

"I am pissed," he confirms. "Whiskey'll work, sweetheart."

"What's wrong with you?" She asks, pouring the brown tinted liquid into the glass and sliding it to him.

"My friend's... weird, I guess the word is," he takes a sip.

"All friends are these days," she laughs a little. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Dean," he replies with a little smile, looking at her with his bright green eyes. "Yours?"

"Dean," Amber says, testing it on her tongue. "Name's Amber. Nice to meet ya."

"Same to you," Dean takes another sip.

"Dean's a cute name for a guy like you," Amber smiles. "It's adorable."

"I'm not cute," he pouts.

"Sure are, sugar," she laughs. "Betcha your boy at home treats you good."

"I'm not gay," he frowns.

"Oh, I know. You're bi."

"No I'm not! I'm straight! And how do know about me?"

"You should go talk to this Cas guy," Amber says, inspecting her nails, acting as if she didn't hear that.

"How do you know about him?" Dean says from a clenched jaw.

"He's all you think about," she winks. "You need him, Dean. Now, go let him cuddle you and say everything's okay, alright? His baby boy needs cuddles."

"What the hell are you talking about, lady? You don't even know me, and you sure as hell don't know Cas," Dean glares.

"I know enough. I know a lot up here," she taps her head. "Go. Get out of here. You're drink's on me. Cas helped you when you needed him, now it's your turn to help him. He needs to help you, just like you want to me helped and loved."

"But-"

She puts a hand up. "Nope. Out. I will call Missouri. She ain't got the patience for you. She's my best friend, so get."

She walks around the bar and slaps Dean's rear gently as he gets up, making him jump slightly.

"Hey!" He gasps.

"Good luck with your Daddy."

And now Dean's shoved out the bar. Great.

And now he has to talk to Cas. Awesome.