tw: bar fight sort of
Castiel did not want to be at work. All of his friends would be showing up to the small, hole in the wall bar to get drunk and he would be serving them. He always got good tips from Dean, Inias, Charlie, and Sam but something always ruined his night. He hated working when Dean was here.
He poured another shot for a wasted blonde girl swaying at the bar. It was basically water she was drinking at this point, but she made a loud noise as she threw the shot to her throat. She placed a 20 down on the bar, way too much for the shot she took. Castiel put the 8 dollars in the register, pocketing his 12 dollars that is technically his tip. Castiel's eyes shot to Dean, who was yelling at Sam about something while holding a blonde chick's hip. Castiel rolled his eyes, watching Sam make a beeline for the bar. "You know you should tell him," Sam grumbled, holding his basically empty cup out. Castiel grabbed the cup, filling it with the beer on tap. "No thank you. I am strictly pretending I don't want to marry him," Castiel said, shaking his head. "He's strictly into skimpy girls grinding on him. We obviously are different," Castiel finished while watching Sam take a sip. "We'll pay off the tab before we leave," Sam said, then headed back towards the crowd. And like that, he was alone.
"Hey, kid, lemme get some whiskey," a tall man requested, leaning over Castiel. He grabbed a glass from the rack, pouring a small amount of whiskey into the glass. "Are you even legal?" The man asked, tapping the rim of his glass. "Another round?" Castiel asked. The man nodded. "And yes, I'm legal, a few years older than legal, too," Castiel said, smiling at the man. He wiped a small area of the bar down, the man flashing a smile at Castiel. The two brought up a conversation, the man, who named himself Andrew was flirting, Castiel returning the favor. It was a skill every bartender had to perfect. You have to be flirty enough for a good tip, but not too flirty. "Here's my number hotshot," Andrew said with a smile. His face was now dangerously close to Castiel's. Castiel moved his eyes to the crowd, making direct contact with Dean. Dean snapped his head back to the girl grinding up against him.
Andrew grabbed his face. "Eye's on me, sweetheart." Castiel darted his eyes back and forth from Dean to Andrew. "I have other people to help, sugar," Castiel said, moving backward. Andrew grabbed onto Castiel's arm, keeping him from moving. "Dude, what the hell?" Castiel said, pulling his arm. "I don't see anyone around who needs you, sugar," the man said, his voice low and threatening.
Castiel froze. He didn't know what to do. His eyes darted back to the crowd, then back to Andrew. There was nobody to help, nobody was watching. Castiel could hear his heart beating in his chest, and for one second, he thought he would pass out. "Hey, dickface, let him go," Dean growled, swinging in to sit beside the man. "Oh, Sweetheart," the man's voice dripped with venom, his grip getting stronger. "Who's this bitch," he asked lowly. Castiel flinched, "please let me go," Castiel whispered. "Well, dickface, I'm his boyfriend," Dean said, his voice even lower, and more aggressive. Castiel's face dropped into an 'O'. That was absolutely the opposite of the case. Dean was straight, Castiel was hopelessly in love with him, but knew he couldn't.
"Well, you should talk to him about flirting with other people. He was begging me to fuck him," Andrew snarled. "Well, thankfully, Cassie likes it when I go down on him, it gets him all hot and bothered. He's flirting with you because he wants your money," Dean said, ending his phrase in a singsongy voice. If Castiel didn't already look shocked, it only got worse. If Andrew's hand wasn't tightly grabbing Castiel's, he might have spoken. "So, dickface, since you don't have a response, let him go," Dean demanded. Castiel felt like he was going to pass out. "And if I don't?" Andrew tested.
Castiel's heart dropped as he watched Dean draw his hand back. "Dean! No!" Castiel cried out, as Dean's hand collided with the man's face. The whole bar's attention seemed to turn to them as Castiel got pulled over the bar as Andrew fell off the barstool. Several glasses shattered and Castiel felt his leg get sliced. Andrew let go of Castiel after he hit the ground, moving his body to take a swing at Dean. Sam and Inias made their way over, rather quickly, as Dean dodged a hit, getting ready to take another swing. Castiel couldn't watch. He grabbed his leg, feeling the blood collecting on his skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Castiel said, letting his eyes move back to Sam pulling back Dean and Inias pushing Andrew away from each other. "This is a lot of blood," Castiel whispered. He actually didn't know if it was too much blood, but he felt woozy. He definitely hit his head, and his leg was definitely bleeding.
