Why Not Me?

Chapter 8 Dean's POV

Dean walked in next to Cas, holding his hand. He wasn't intimidated by Arnie, and his stupid tall handsome face, but he wanted anyone looking to know that Cas was off the market. What a change that had been for him, but he was proud to show anyone—even the anti-gay assholes that are notorious in Kansas—that Cas was his.

Cas gave Dean a quick kiss before going off to meet Arnie and Edgar at a pool table. Dean was left at the bar to order a round of shots and a bucket of beer.

"Hey Candi, I'll have a round of whatever they were drinking," he hooked his thumb over his shoulder pointing to the three men in the corner.

"You got it, sweetheart." She turned to pull a bottle of amber liquid off the shelf before adding, "So, am I seeing things, or did you finally grow some tits and ask Cas out?"

"You know the expression is 'grow some balls,' right?" Dean teased.

"Come on, Dean, you know how sensitive balls are. One little tap and you crumple to the ground. Breasts are tough, they sustain life." She grabbed three of the shots and walked round the bar, headed towards Cas and the other men. Dean grabbed the other two and the bucket of beer and followed her.

They passed out shots and held their glasses in the air. "Here's to the four of you dumb assess getting your shit together, and to me for making it happen." Candi threw back her shot as the four men gaped at her.

Cas was the first one to speak. "What do you mean you made it happen?"

She laughed as she stroked Cas' arm, "Oh sweetie. Why do you think I tried to get you and Arnie together? The situation couldn't have been easier. Edgar and Dean....too scared to admit how the feel. You and Arnie...lonely and pining after men who you didn't think wanted you. Add in jealousy and alcohol, and you get two happy relationships."

Dean scowled at her. "I feel violated."

Candi threw him a wink. "Maybe you should have kept your pining a secret then. Everyone can see it. I just tried to help it along." She walked away before any of them could respond.

"I feel like we should be mad and grateful at the same time. I'm confused," Edgar said.

Dean laughed and smacked Edgar on the back. "Come on, Jack. You rack, I'll break."

"For the last time Dean, I don't look like the guy from Titanic ."

The four spent the night laughing and joking. He could see why Cas liked Arnie so much initially. He was fun and handsome. He wasn't sure if Candi was joking about her role in getting the guys together, but he was grateful for it either way. Like Edgar had said, they should be mad, but he couldn't imagine a situation where he would have stepped up and acted on his feelings for Cas. He wondered if he should buy her a fruit basket or cookie bouquet.

Dean offered to drive the other couple home, but Arnie insisted they walk. Dean was secretly pleased about the decision, because he was sure the second those two were in the backseat, the clothes would have started to come off. Not that he could blame them...he felt the same way about Cas.

They slid into the car, and Cas instantly scooted closer to Dean. The hunter was only feeling slightly buzzed, but felt he was still capable of driving. As good as Cas looked in his car, it was still hard to let someone else drive her.

"Dean, are you mad at Candi?" Cas asked.

"No, why would I be mad at her?" Dean briefly took his eyes off the road to meet Cas' gaze.

"Because she tried to manipulate you into wanting to date me. I feel angry. What if it didn't work? If Arnie ditched me for Edgar, but she read the situation wrong and you didn't want to be with me. I would have been out two different guys."

Dean reached over and placed his hand on Cas' knee. "Dude, I get it. That could have been really fucked up, but it wasn't. I still think she's not quite human, maybe she knew somehow. Saw something in us that we didn't see?"

Cas looked over at Dean. "I think a child could have seen what I felt for you."

Dean laughed. "Well, I must be nothing but a baby in a leather coat then, because I had no idea."

"You have not worn your leather coat in several years, Dean." Cas cocked his head to the side.

"You're too literal, Cas." Dean grabbed Cas' hand and brought his knuckles to his lips.

They rode the rest of the way in silence. By the time Dean backed into his spot in the garage, Cas was reaching for the door handle.

"Hey, Cas?" Dean reached over and grabbed his wrist.

Cas turned to Dean, a contemplative expression painting his face.

"I don't want this to bother you. Candi stepped out of line, assuming she knew what was going on. But maybe she knew more than we thought. Maybe we, or at least I, didn't hide it as well as I imagined. Whatever she saw, it worked. We're together." Dean let a smile ghost over his lips.

Cas nodded. "I am being dramatic, but now that I know what it's like to have this," he gestured between the two of them, "I can't imagine losing it."

Dean scooted across the seat and pulled Cas into a sweet and gentle kiss. "You don't have to worry about that, Cas." Dean brushed his hands through Cas' hair, with a wistful smile. "Not even Death can keep us apart."

Cas gasped. "Don't tempt fate Dean. You remember how much she dislikes you. You shouldn't even joke about that."

"Let her try," Dean chuckled as he took Cas' face in both hands. "As much as I want to have you in my car, we will save that for when the bed isn't just down the hall. C'mon, lets make my bed remember you."

Cas hummed and ran his tongue over Dean's lip. "I want to do things to you your mattress will want to forget."

Dean growled, "Bedroom. Now."