Destiel - Count The Stars

The bartender gave him an odd look as he winked and tapped the counter for another. He had five other empty shot glasses on the counter beside the sixth one he was given. He took the shot and then sighed, leaning into the counter. He didn't seem to react as a familiar baritone voice filled his left ear. "Hello, Dean." He sighed and stared at the counter as the character sitting beside him ordered two beers for the both of them. "Drinking again?" He was asked. He only shrugged and took a sip of the beer that was given to him. "Your brother's been looking for you," the man commented, pushing the elder Winchester's beer away from him. The alcoholic growled a bit. "Don't talk about Sam." The celestial being held up his hands in defense. "Come on, Dean. You need to stop putting your liver through hell and face it. You're... You're different now. Sam can help you if you'd just listen for once." He said. To this, the Winchester glared at the angel. "You know, you're sexier when you're not talking." He said. "And you're sexier when you're not a demon."
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Obviously, Dean's a demon. Castiel's not changed, except for their canon feelings for each other (even though we all know they're pretty effing gay for each other.) It goes along with the Mark Of Cain, though, so they can rid it.

Based off season ten because that's when I began writing this.

Destiel.