The Devil in the Details (Sterek)(Destiel)(Sabriel)

Pool

Dean glanced at his boyfriend as Cas parked the impala in front of a local bar. He'd let Cas drive since Dean wasn't supposed to know what Cas had planned.

"Uh, Cas, you realize this is a bar, right?" Dean frowned.

Cas rolled his eyes, "Yes, now come on," The angel replied getting out of the car.

Dean sighed but followed Cas inside. It was quiet as far as bars went and nicer than most bars Dean accompanied.

Cas ordered two beers before leading Dean to the back corner where an empty pool table sat.

"You hate pool," Dean frowned as Cas racked the balls.

"I hate when you hustle pool. I've never actually played. You're going to teach me," Cas smiled grabbing a cue from the rack.

Dean's eyes lit up a bit at that.

Just then the bartender sat two beers on the table next to them.

Cas handed one to Dean.

Dean took it with a smile. Cas always knew how to make Dean feel better, and what better way than beer and pool?

"So how do I hold this thing?" Cas asked trying to mimic the way he'd seen Dean the many times he'd watched the hunter play.

"Here," Dean leaned over, positioning Cas' hands, "Now aim and shoot."

Cas pushed the stick hard but missed the ball completely. Cas frowned as he repositioned himself.

Dean laughed gently, "Don't be so hard. Just jab the stick, don't thrust it."

"Jab don't thrust," Cas nodded in concentration.

Dean chuckled. He loved how oblivious Cas could be at times.

Cas did as Dean said, this time the ball rolled into the racked cluster. Balls shot in different directions.

"Good break," Dean smiled running a hand down Cas' back. The angel smiled at Dean's praise.

Dean went to take his shot next but got immediately distracted by Cas peeling off his trenchcoat.

Cas smirked, he'd seen Dean hustle enough pool with guys who couldn't keep their eyes off Dean. He was only copying his boyfriend's methods.

Cas lined up his next shot and was about to shoot when Dean leaned over the angel's back.

"You're too tense, relax," Dean spoke against Cas' ear earning a shiver from his boyfriend.

Dean guided Cas' shot, helping him sink two balls.

"See there you go. You're solids, I'm stripes," Dean smiled pulling away from Cas, "See if you can do this one on your own.

Cas aimed his cue and shot, but the ball missed its mark by a hair.

"Close," Dean smiled as he went to line up his shot.

Once again Cas carefully distracted Dean by slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Dean had commented in the past how hot Cas looked when he did that.

Dean once again missed his shot.

The game went on like this. Cas would sink a ball or two and then when Dean was up, Cas would use some innocent gesture to distract his hunter. It wasn't until Cas was slowly, absentmindedly palming his cue stick that Dean caught on.

"Cas, you asshole," Dean narrowed his eyes seductively at the angel.

"What?" Cas asked innocently, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.