Destiel AU- Age is just a number

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       Dean's POV:        

          The relaxed feel of the bar was exactly what Dean needed. He needed the distraction of booze and women. He gazed out at the bar patrons his hands mindlessly playing with his beer bottle. He could almost feel the desperation oozing from the women in the bar.

      Normally to Dean this was a paradise, needy women who wanted to just forget their hopeless love lifes. But there was something different tonight, Dean was just numb to it all. Nothing seemed to entice him.

     He turned back around in his bar stool motioning to the bar tender for another round. As she went to reach for another beer Dean waved her off and pointed to a bottle of whisky. She gave him a pitied look but went ahead and poured the drink.        

    "Its on me." She said with a small smile.

    Dean internally scoffed, he hated being pitied but he was too tired to fight it. He knew it was partially his appearance, he was scruffy from not shaving in days. He had deep purple circles under his eyes from countless nights of alcohol induced sleep. Now just internally wallowing in his pity as he threw back the fiery liquid, he was unaware of the presence that now stood behind him.  

   "You look even worse than the last time I saw you." Said a smooth light voice.

    Dean jumped in his seat, while a deep chuckle erupted behind him. He glared at his younger brother, trying to give him his best bitch face but obviously failing as his brother tried to suppress another fit of laughter.

    His brother waved at the bar tender. She gave him a sincere smile before she put a glass of the same whisky Dean had been drinking in front of Sam. Dean again found himself glaring at his brother. Sam rolled his eyes.    

  "Dean you do know I'm 23 right? I can legally drink." Sam stated with his usual I'm an adult, blah, blah,blah, college student, blah,blah,blah. Not having a good come back Dean flipped off his brother and went back to drinking his whisky.  

   "I love you too big brother." Sam said with a sickly sarcastic tone. They sat in a comfortable silence in the following minutes. Only to be interrupted by a loud clatter as the bar filled with noisy college students.

     Based on the wide grin on Sam's face Dean knew that they must be some of Sam's college buddies. Dean swigged back another glass of his whisky enjoying the burning trail it made down his throat. He turned to face the oncoming introductions that Sam was known for. The room seemed to swim before Dean's eyes as he turned to face the crowd.       

    Dean studied the crowd before him. They were the normal smart pretty boy college students. people like Sam. People who had the ambition to follow their dreams and become who they wanted to be.People that Dean wished he could be. Don't get him wrong, he loved his job. He thought it had always been his dream to run his own garage like his dad. But as he got older the dream got dimmer and dimmer. He wasn't an enthusiastic 19 year old anymore he was 32 year old man on the verge of being an alcoholic, who only had his brother to live for.

     His brother.....the only reason he was still around. Dean was brought back to reality as he made the robotic hello's, until his eyes connect with a pair of crystal blue eyes. Blue eyes that seemed to hold an innocence. Dean became more alert wanting to find out who the owner of the strange blue eyes were.       

     "Finally Dean this is my roommate Castiel and his older brother Gabriel." Sam's eyes seemed to linger on the younger brother, Dean quickly dismissed it desperately wanting to find out more about Castiel. Dean took in the man's appearance.

     He looked more like a boy, he couldn't be more than twenty maybe even younger. Even though he was young he had an edge to his eyes that matched the hard chiseled line of his jaw. Finally Dean focused on his lips. Slightly pink from the brisk November winds. Dean thought about what it would be like to kiss those pink lips. What the hell Dean you don't think about guys like that, your not gay. He tried to steel that into his mind until he looked back at the stranger. Or are you? He asked himself.     

       He could feel himself being watched under Sam's curious glare.He cleared his throat. 

      "Its nice to meet you Castiel." Dean stuck out his hand but the man just stared at him so he pulled his hand back as they stood in awkward silence. Trying to feel the silence Dean asked Castiel a question.    

  "So Cas, how old are you?" Dean asked innocently enough. The young boy stared up at him in confusion in using a nickname. It had just popped into his mind, like a puzzle piece fitting into place.      

    "18." He said in almost a whisper.

     Dean's hopes, or whatever he was feeling right then instantly dissipated. What eighteen year old would want to be with someone more than a decade older than them. Again the tension filled the air. Their eyes met again, with even more intensity. The boy began to squirm before he excused himself and made his way into the masses of people that now filled the crowded bar.      

       Dean felt something in his heart crumble as he made his way back to the bar. He ordered a double shot of whisky again the bartender gave him a weary look before she poured his drink. How had a man that Dean didn't even know so easily break him without even saying a word. No Dean knew that answer it was his body language, and it spelled rejection.Dean threw back the fiery liquid the burn now even more satisfying as it matched the rage that boiled in the pit of his stomach.    

       "Keep'em coming" He said to the bar tender.  

  Dean's mind told him that he should stop, but his heart said he was just getting started.