Skin to Skin

Chapter 1

Dean's ship was at port for a week, him and his ship mates decided to rent a hotel room, not wanting to stay on the ship if they didn't have to. "Hey Deano, let's go to a club tonight. Loosen up a little bit, yea?" Fergus joked in the best American accent he could pull. Dean shrugged his shoulders, looked in the mirror to straighten out his collar. "Alright."
~*~ Dean, Fergus, and Benny went to a club called the alibi. It was known for its metrosexual crowd, one Dean didn't really fit well in. He walked up to the bar and tapped a finger on the counter, yelling over the music. "Scotch on the rocks." Fergus elbowed him in the ribs, laughing at how seriously Dean surveyed the dancing crowd. "I brought you here to loosen up mate, not interrogate strangers." Dean took a swig of his scotch, hissed at the strength of it and let the burn coat his throat. The music was overwhelmingly loud, he could feel it in his chest, he wasn't even able to hear his own thoughts. "I'm going over to a booth." Fergus cackled and slapped Dean on the back. "Go be a wallflower." ~*~ Dean watched the crowd from his dark corner in the club, and did a double take at one particular person. He had messy blonde hair, angular face, and a slim, but muscular body. Dean took a swig of his scotch, watching the other man dance, swaying to the music, laughing with his friends. If he was more confident he probably would have approached him but he didn't have much experience with men. He walked back to the bar to order another scotch, lost in thought. A hand went on Dean's shoulder and he swung around, grabbing their wrist. "Whoa soldier." It was the guy he had been watching for most of the night like a creeper. "I saw you watching me, I figured one of us should say Hi."
The man held his hand out to Dean and he just stared at it, his social skills a bit rusty from being on a ship for a year. The man smiled and ran fingers through his hair, sighing with a nervous laugh. "Ookay. Well I'm Castiel." Dean flashed a nervous smile as well, realizing he fucked up. He leaned into Castiel so he could hear him over the loud music. "I'm Dean," Castiel smelled good, like an aftershave and some type of cologne that put Dean in a certain mood. Dean downed the rest of his scotch and leaned into Castiel again. "Let's go somewhere quieter."
He walked through the crowd, hoping Castiel was following him until they were outside away from the noise. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I honestly can't stand places that loud." Castiel laughed and Dean reveled at how beautiful the man was now that they were under a street light and not in the dimly lit club. "Yea, no, its okay. It's not everybody's scene. So where do you want to go?" Dean could finally hear the other man's voice and it was deep, rough, definitely a bedroom voice. "I was thinking a local dive bar. There's one right up the street." Castiel held his arm out to Dean and wiggled his eyebrows at him. "Well, you going to escort me Navy boy?"
They ended up at a cliché roadhouse bar, which was drastically different from where they were just at. Hardwood floors, jukebox, a few old tables and a bar. Dean felt right at home but he could tell by Castiel's body language he was uncomfortable. "They won't bite." He laughed pointing at some bikers that were eyeing them. "No-" Castiel pulled at his jacket"but I'm a little over dressed." Dean waved his concerns off, and guided him to a stool at the bar. "And I'm in uniform, don't worry about it." ~*~
Castiel watched quietly as Dean chatted up the bartender and ordered them both a drink. It was amazing how much more relaxed the stranger was at this honky bar while Castiel felt on edge, like he didn't belong. "So Dean, where are you from?" The man turned his full attention to him, eyes green enough to be mistaken as gems. "Dallas, you?" "Boston." Castiel waited for that general reaction when he says he's from that awful city but it never came. "Why are you here? Galveston is on the other side of the country." Castiel was fully prepared to tell him he was there for college but Dean interrupted him. "You know what, cut the small talk. I'm really not one for beating around the bush." Castiel didn't say anything at first, this sudden change in behavior quite shocking. "Pardon?" Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to him. "I mean, why did you approach me in the club? I don't think it's because you want to be bestfriends." The smaller man frowned, he genuinely liked Dean, why did he think all he wanted was to fuck?
"I-I saw you watching me. You looked like a swell guy. What do you want me to say?" Castiel was beginning to get agitated, this is not how he wanted this to go. He downed his drink and stood up from the stool. "I'm going back to the club." Dean sighed, "It's what everyone else wants from me. Why would you be any different?" Castiel frowned, he was not going to be bunched into the same category as the gay men who just sleep with anything. "I don't know, maybe because I didn't start the conversation with , Hey can I suck your dick." He fished out five dollars and handed it to Dean. "Thanks for the drink " and left the bar.