Skin to Skin

Chapter 2

Dean went back to his hotel room, pissed at himself for ruining a perfectly good evening and drank himself stupid. He stripped off his uniform and looked at himself in the mirror, the scars from a rough childhood marring smooth skin. "Suck it up princess." He muttered at his reflection and turned on the shower. Dean needed to get the smell of Castiel's cologne off of him, it felt like he could taste it. ~*~
He threw on some clean clothes, jeans , plaid shirt and his leather jacket. Dean's phone rang and it was Fergus. "Hey lover boy, where did you run off to with the night so young?" Dean sighed loudly, he didn't really want to explain the whole situation to his friend. "I'll come back, some chick threw up on me. I needed a change of clothes." He smoothly lied to Fergus, hoping his friend wouldn't catch on. "Okay, well grab an uber or something and come back here." Dean hung up the phone and opened his uber app. When the the driver got there he settled into the car, mentally preparing for Castiel to still be at the club. ~*~
Dean walked into the club, tried to not search for Castiel, and grabbed a scotch from the bar. He couldn't understand why he was so fixated on a man he had just met. Dean saw Fergus and waved at him, giving him a slight smirk and his friend waved back. He went to the booth he was sitting at before, opting for silent darkness as always. Inadvertently he scanned the dancing crowd and immediately spotted Castiel. He was obviously in a drunker state than what he had left Dean in and dancing with what he assumed was one of his friends.
Dean took a swig of his scotch, watching the other man have fun while he sulked by himself. Dean closed his eyes for a moment, trying to not imagine it was his body Castiel was dancing against. Dean opened his eyes at the sound of someone shouting. A man much larger than Castiel was grinding against him, forcing himself on Castiel. Castiel tried to push the other man away but he grabbed his arm, holding him in place.
Dean didn't even think about it, he got up and stalked over to the rapidly escalating scene and punched the larger man in the jaw, sending him backwards.
When the man stumbled back Dean grabbed Castiel's arm, getting out of the club faster than the man was able to register what happened. Dean risked alot hitting him, his commanding officer has a strict no fighting policy. Once they were outside Castiel yanked his arm from Dean's hand and looked like he wanted to slap him. "What is your problem? One minute all you want is to fuck and the next you're saving me from Gaston." Dean evened his breathing out, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I-I don't know." He looked at the ground then up at Castiel's blue eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier. I really do like you." Castiel shook his head in disbelief, this guy is a roller coaster of emotions. "Okay, okay let's chalk it up to a misunderstanding." Castiel straightened out his jacket and realized the man had torn his sleeve some. "I can't go back in there." He noticed he was shaking a bit, he definitely couldn't go back in there. "Can you give me a ride to my dorm?" "Your dorm?" Dean was kind of baffled at that information, Castiel didn't look the college type. "Yea, I tried to tell you earlier I'm here because I'm in college." Dean felt like a complete asshat being reminded of what he did earlier. "One minute, I'll go get my friend's car keys." Castiel nodded and Dean quickly was in out of the club. ~*~
When they reached Castiel's dorm building Dean felt kind of disappointed this was goodbye. "Thank you for the ride, Dean." Dean smiled at him, feeling himself becoming more attached to this strange college student. "Do you think we could hang out tomorrow? Lunch, maybe?" Castiel seemed to think about it for a minute, leaving Dean's heart wavering between them. "That would be nice-" Castiel kissed Dean on the cheek, "Goodnight."