mr. perfect

v) i never read

Cas read over the novel the next day, searching for clues in the book to spite Dean and win the argument. But he couldn't find anything. In fact, it made him more confused on the whole plot and message in the story. He knew where he could find Dean. 

A few nights after the library incident, he headed at night to the bar, where he would be working his shift. There he was. Dean's eyes lit up when he saw Cas. "Hey!"

Cas waved and sat down on the same chair he sat in last time. "Hello Dean."

"How've you been?"

"Fine, I suppose." Cas rummages through his bag, and finds the book. He sets it on the counter. "Read my copy of the book."

Dean looked at him with disbelief. "Read?"

Cas rolled his eyes. "Yes."

"Read."

"Yes! I want your opinion on it. Knowing the whole storyline."

Dean shrugged. "What else have I got to lose," he said, tucking in the pocket of his apron. "It better be good," he adds. "I never read."

Cas chuckled. "Good."

"Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Dean asked. 

"Pretty much," Cas said. 

Dean nodded. "Hey, so the picture you drew of me got me thinking. Have you drawn anything else?"

Cas nods, unaware of what Dean is thinking. "I have..."

"So why don't you sell your art?"

Cas licks his lips, unconsciously. "I don't sell."

"Come on, you'd be rich." 

Cas shook his head, grimacing. "I don't think you can put a price on art. If you want it, you can have it. That's what I say."

Dean sighs. "If you say so. Want anything to drink?"

"I don't have any money on me."

"It's fine," Dean shrugs. 

"No, it's not," Cas insists. 

'It is."

Cas sighs. 

Dean smirks, thinking he won. "What'll it be. Guiness Draught? Cherry Brandy? White rum? You seem still like a blue liqueur kind of guy, but I don't care."

Cas chuckles. "Um. You choose."

Dean smirks. "Coming right up."