Why Not Me?

Chapter 2 Dean's POV

Dean lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He was pissed at himself, and even more so at Cas. It's like the dumbass wanted to get murdered again. They hadn't even tested that Armie douche to see what kind of monster he was. Not that the guy had to be a monster to want to sleep with Cas. He saw the appeal, the nerdy accountant thing probably really did it for some guys. But did he know how funny or sweet Cas was? He probably just wanted to get his dick wet, and abandon Cas on the side of the road after all was said and done. Dean shuddered, trying to avoid thinking about what had been done. What might still be happening. He checked his phone again, 8AM. He had been debating with himself for the last hour over texting Cas, asking if he needed a ride back to the bunker. It's not like he would be waking the guy up. Or maybe Cas was so exhausted from all the... doing, that he let his vessel sleep. He only did that when he was low on grace, but it seemed like post-sex might be different.

Dean was going to drive himself crazy trying to understand the logistics of Cas' vessel and sex. He simply ignored how weird it was to be thinking so hard about his best friend having sex with a man. It wasn't because his partner was of the same sex, it was that Cas never seemed interested in— that . It actually didn't shock him at all that Cas was interested in men. He'd heard Cas grumble more than once about humans limiting themselves sexually. What did surprise him was how careless Cas had been. He could have been walking into a trap when they went out behind the bar. There could have been a nest of vamps, a group of shifters, a gaggle of Rugaru. He was trying to forget that Cas could see those monsters under their human skin. He was mad at Cas for some reason, and his carelessness made the most sense. There was no other reason to be upset about him going home with an attractive stranger, other than he couldn't bear to lose his best friend again.

It was almost 9am before Dean reached over and grabbed his phone. He knew Cas was smart enough to not let tall, dark, and handsome drive him all the way to the bunker, so that left two options. Cas having the guy drop him off at a strange location, pretending it was where he lived, or walking all the way home. And since Cas wasn't exactly great at lying, he figure the angel would choose the latter.

8:57am >> You need a ride home?

9:03am << Hello, Dean. I am going to walk.

9:04am >> Bullshit. I'll pick you up at the bar in an hour.

He didn't wait for Cas to respond before getting up to take a quick shower. It took Dean half an hour to get to the bar. He figured that would give Cas time to say his goodbyes. He didn't think Cas would sneak out without saying a word, though that's usually what Dean did.

He had been waiting in the parking lot of the bar for half an hour when Cas came around the corner. Cas made Dean wait thirty minutes, and the son of a bitch was smiling with his hair disheveled. There was no doubt in Dean's mind that Cas had gotten lucky last night. He should be happy for his friend, but that same anger from earlier hummed just beneath the surface.

The door squeaked as Cas pulled it open. "Thank you for picking me up, Dean. It would have taken forever to walk home."

Dean preened slightly at Cas calling the bunker home, temporarily forgetting his anger. "We've all done the walk of shame, Cas, but no one deserves living in that moment all day."

"Walk of shame?"

"Yeah you know, when you sneak out in the morning. That mixture of feelings, half proud half regretful."

Cas stared at him owlishly. "I have no regret or shame about what we did last night...or this morning." A smirk creeped across his lips.

Dean cringed. Confirmation that while he sat in the bar parking lot, bored out of his mind, Cas was busy getting fucked. Or maybe he was the one doing the fucking?