Chapter 3: Slander

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"I don't get why people can't figure out that healing is difficult to do when you aren't given the actual time to heal

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"I don't get why people can't figure out that healing is difficult to do when you aren't given the actual time to heal. I'm over Mike, I swear I am, but it's like a scab that gets ripped off every single time someone posts that stupid video or talks about it on a YouTube video, or worse, they say they want a romantic, epic proposal like that. You know how Mike proposed to me? We were having breakfast with some of his coworkers on a business trip he had brought me on. This chick Anna started asking when we were going to get married and have a few kids of our own. I sort of laughed it off 'cause Mike had always said he didn't really see himself as the marrying type, but he turns and looks at me and sort of goes 'I don't know. Maybe we should. What do you think?' Of course I was left sitting there gaping at him, certain he was pulling my leg. When I realized he wasn't, I called him out on it. He said he'd been thinking and marriage really wasn't that bad of an idea. I should have known to say no. That's a shitty way to propose. No ring, no romance. Just 'Hey, we should probably get married, what do you think?' When we got home he went and got a ring a few days later. I wore it up until the day he left. I was so stupid." Dean shook his head and chugged down more of his beer. He was loose lipped now that they were on their second pitcher and had enjoyed a few shots as well. Cas was swaying in his seat but doing his damnedest to focus on Dean and what he was saying.

"I know. Gad was so serious all the time. My family used to tease me saying that someone as serious as I am should be with someone more vibrant. Everything was so serious with him. I don't think he knew how to have fun unless I was the one initiating it. At least his proposal was a little more romantic. We were on vacation, taking jet skis out on the lake when he pulled up next to me and out of the blue asked me to marry him. He had the ring, and of course I said yes. I thought we were happy. For a long time I blamed myself. I thought I had done something wrong, especially the way he dumped me. I'm curious whether either of them will mention they were previously engaged." Cas tilted his head and pursed his lips in thought. What would Mike and Gad talk about? The proposal? Their life plans?

"You're adorable when you do that, you know that?" Dean's words slurred slightly as he spoke. Cas looked at him, head cocked in confusion.

"Do what?"

"That." Dean motioned vaguely with one hand at Cas' face. "Tilting your head and shit."

"I'm adorable?" Cas' nose scrunched as he tried to make the words Dean was telling him make sense.

"Fuck, is there anything you do that isn't adorable?" Dean complained. Cas snickered and took another drink of beer.

"I am not adorable." It was a weak argument. People told him all the time that he was adorable.

"You're fucking hot as hell. But when you go cocking your head wrinkling your nose you're unfairly cute. You can't do that, dude. You can't be hot and cute at the same time," Dean grumbled. Cas grinned wide.

"I think you're mistaken. You're gorgeous. Gad has nothing on you."

Dean blinked and then smiled back.

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