What You Deserve

Dean wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up here.

Three hours earlier, his evening had been perfectly ordinary.

No bars, no walls, no furious angels, certainly no horny douchebags.

Okay, maybe one horny douchebag. But that had been Dean himself, so that was fine.

Yeah, so, it had been one of those evenings. When it was just too much, that feeling inside him, that nagging, longing, craving of something (someone) he didn't dare put a name to. It had been there for a very long time now, only getting stronger over the years the more Dean tried to push it down. And try to push it down, he did.

Dean needed distraction. And he knew just where to find it.

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Or our typical Dean drags Cas to a bar for distraction, gets jealous and things happen.