Unexpected Destinies Chapter 16
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,914
Summary: Dean puts his new theory to the test.
PAST
Over the course of the next two weeks, Dean put his new theory to the test. The entire time he felt like he was walking on eggshells around Castiel and sometimes wondered why he bothered, but then the urge to reach out and touch the angel or to kiss him or to pull him into bed rose within him and then he was fighting off the desire to just say screw it to his more careful plan and just jump right in with both feet. The fact that he was able to stop himself from doing that, from just rushing in recklessly, told him all he needed to know about how much was at stake here for himself. If he couldn't make himself do what he normally did, then he was in serious trouble.
Trouble of the kind that he shied away from actually naming though he knew, on some level he refused to acknowledge, exactly what it meant.
It was trouble of the kind he hadn't had since Cassie and the mere memory of what had happened then, of how much it had hurt then, was nearly enough to make him call the whole thing off and try to forget about it. But Dean found that he couldn't, not anymore. It was almost as if now that he had even a little proof that his feelings might be returned, he was no longer able to either ignore or bury them like before. Not like that had worked out so well, but he was good at trying and ignoring that which he didn't want to see so long as it wasn't shoved in his face.
The first thing that Dean did was to reenact one of the scenes that had already transpired to check and see that he'd really seen what he thought he had. And, sure enough, when he managed to time things right so that he exited the bathroom in nothing but a flimsy towel while Castiel was there, the angel's eyes definitely dropped below face level and he was even pretty sure that they followed a droplet of water as it rolled down his chest. Okay, so that indicated that Cas was more aware of his body than your average angel. The question now was what it meant.
Next, Dean arranged things so that he was constantly standing closer to the angel than he normally would have been, just so he could see what Castiel would do. What the angel had said to Xarael clearly indicated that not only had he remembered their little chat about personal space, but he knew how to act accordingly as well if he so desired. Predictably, Castiel didn't move to distance himself and instead closed the space between them though he normally didn't initiate any contact unless Dean did something overtly to indicate that it might be welcome, like leaning in to speak with him or gesturing for Cas to come closer to see something. At those times the angel seemed to use the opportunity to touch and he maintained the contact unless he was told to stop it or Dean himself moved away.
The more subtle things Dean tried, just to be absolutely sure that he wasn't misreading things, also all came out in his favor. Like when he'd deliberately lick his lips while talking with Castiel, the angel's eyes always followed the movement and he'd seen him mimic it more than once, though whether that was done consciously or not, he didn't know. He had also, quite accidentally, discovered that Cas' eyes would glance down if he stretched enough to pull his shirt up to expose a small expanse of skin. He'd honestly not been trying to test Castiel at that point, he'd just needed to stretch, but given what he'd been doing lately, some part of him had been analyzing every look and gesture the angel made and he'd caught it. When he'd done it again two days later, this time deliberately, it had garnered the same response.
In addition to those more overtly physical reactions, Dean had discovered another whole set of little things Castiel did that went above and beyond what might be expected of a normal friend. Among those were the way the angel went out of his way to get him things like pie that he knew he'd like or to stay when he felt that Dean needed some company even though the time could have been better spent in Heaven doing whatever Cas did up there. Things like that went right along with the other small tings he'd noticed from before. Like the way Castiel had held him while he was sick after the initial realization of Sammy's betrayal, and how the angel had comforted him afterwards, sitting on a cold bathroom floor in order to do so.
So, yeah, Dean was pretty sure that Castiel did, in fact, like him like that. Something which made a large part of him want to jump up and dance for joy, another part of him, however, was far more cautious. It kept trying to remind him of how horribly this could go wrong. Hell, it had gone horribly wrong for him before and while there wasn't the issue of Castiel not knowing who and what he really was like with Cassie, there was the fact that his new interest wasn't human. He was an angel and Dean didn't have the first clue as to how that could change things. He had absolutely no experience when it came to this type of interaction with angels, the whole deal with Anna had been all about being human.
For all he knew, angels didn't experience things physically like that. Sure, Castiel seemed to have noticed his body as well as the rest of him, but Dean knew that didn't mean much. None of that, however, seemed to be making any kind of impact on the less rational part of him. It still wanted to do this, to have this, despite the fact that it could seriously jeopardize his last remaining relationship. If he fucked this up then that was it, he'd be completely on his own.
The thought alone scared Dean enough that he resolved to shelve the whole issue instead of risking it. He'd done the completely alone thing several times before now and he couldn't face that again, not if it was in his power to prevent it. On top of that, he'd started to get the sneaking suspicion that Castiel didn't have the first clue as to what was going on. That he didn't understand his own feelings on the matter as he seemed confused quite often after many of the incidents he'd noticed, as if trying to puzzle out why he'd done some of those things. It was endearing in a way that Dean would never admit to, even under torture.
It was better to let Castiel remain confused than to expose him to the churning miasma that was human emotion on this level. Besides, he saw no need to risk pointing it out to the angel just in case this type of attachment to a human was strictly forbidden among his kind. He'd already seen Castiel admonished for the relationship they'd forged back at the beginning of their acquaintance, back before they'd even been friends. There was no need to unnecessarily risk making things more complicated for the angel then they already were, especially when that risk came right along with the risk that he'd drive off his friend and wind up alone.
At least that had been his resolution and he'd definitely intended to follow it through. He should have known better than to think he could keep to it, especially with Castiel involved.
/
"What is a blowjob?"
Dean inhaled the beer he'd been drinking at the angel's sudden appearance and unexpected question. "What?" he finally sputtered after he'd coughed up half a lung and managed to draw in a few breaths.
Castiel looked slightly sheepish just then, something Dean hadn't even thought possible, but it served him right for surprising him like that. Christ, but he hadn't reacted so badly to one of the angel's unannounced visits in months and he wasn't used to it anymore.
"What is a blowjob?"
Yeah, so he'd heard what he thought he had despite being sure he'd misunderstood things somehow. "Shh, not so loud!"
"I'm not speaking loudly, Dean, merely at my normal level."
"Yeah, which is too loud for this type of conversation."
A quick glance around to check and see if anyone had overheard Castiel's question and Dean frowned. It seemed like one of the guys in the next booth over might have heard something. He'd been eyeing that guy as a potential mark for later when he started hustling, but now he scratched him off the list. It just wasn't worth the risk anymore.
"What type of conversation?"
"Ones about blowjobs, well when there isn't a chick involved in the conversation anyway. And where the hell did you hear about blowjobs anyway?"
No, that wasn't jealously that Dean was feeling, it really wasn't. It was discomfort. He was discomforted at the fact that someone might have tried something on his innocent friend. Nor was his heart speeding up at the thought that Castiel was inquiring about sexual acts, it was just some stupid evolutionary response to a friend having been potentially threatened or mistreated, that was all. It was-
Yeah, fuck, he wasn't deceiving himself, not this time.
"A bar in Massachusetts."
"A bar in, wait a minute, what were you doing in a bar? You drinking again now? 'Cause I gotta say, after that stunt you pulled with me, that'd be so not cool."
"I was following up a lead on one of the unusual occurrences."
"Oh. And how'd that go?"
"The trail ran cold, but while I was there I heard two women talking about blowjobs and sex on the beach," Castiel explained, a confused expression on his face. "One was saying she liked blowjobs better but the other insisted that the sex on the beach in that bar was the best ever. But there was neither a beach in the bar nor anyone having sex. And I do not know the term blowjob or why it might be better then sex on the beach."
Dean tried to hold in his laughter, he really did, but it was a lost cause to begin with and he soon found himself holding his sides and doing his best not to roll out of the booth. It was amazing, really, how Castiel could make him laugh more than he had in years without even intending to tell a joke or make him laugh. This was like the brothel incident all over again and the thought of that incident only made him laugh that much harder. When he was finally able to control himself, he expected to look up to find his friend annoyed at having been laughed at. Instead the expression on the angel's face was a mixture of wonder and self-satisfaction.
It made Dean pause and it wasn't until a few minutes later that he realized they were doing the staring thing again. Luckily the bar was dimly lit and no one seemed to have noticed their odd behavior, or not so they'd been staring at them for it anyway. He briefly wondered what had fascinated Castiel so much about what he'd done, but then figured it was just that his friend didn't see him laughing much.
"They're drinks, Cas," Dean finally explained. "Well, in this particular case they are."
"There is a drink called sex on the beach?"
"Yeah."
Castiel looked thoughtful for a moment. "So why is it called sex on the beach?"
"'Cause it's a mixed drink and they had to give it a new name instead of listing all of the ingredients. Besides, they hope it'll sell better with a name like that."
"So what is a blowjob really, other than a mixed drink name?"
Dean hadn't felt so uncomfortable about sex since he was a teenager about to do it for the first time with another guy. It was just that he couldn't seem to help himself. Talking about this with Castiel made him think about sex and thinking about sex while with the angel was obviously a bad idea as it gave him all kinds of ideas. Most especially with this talk about blowjobs and he had to fight down the arousal he could feel blossoming within him. No, damnit, he'd decided not to do this!
"It's an... ah, type of sex act."
"Oh."
And the angel looked as uncomfortable again as he had done in the brothel when confronted with Chastity. It made Dean snort with laughter even as it caused a pang within him. It was pretty clear that Castiel wasn't at all comfortable with the idea of sexual intimacy, which really should be enough for him to drop his perverted desires. Trust him to want the guy who was so pure as to not know the first thing about sex. Trust him to want the millennia old virgin.
He really was his own worst enemy most of the time.
"I still do not understand why they would name drinks thus."
"What can I say? We're human," Dean replied. "Hey, you ever had a mixed drink before?"
"No."
"Okay, you know what, how about you try one, hmm? Then you might understand."
Besides, Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Castiel might like the frou-frou girly drinks better than he liked beer or whiskey. Sure, the angel had drank them, but he'd almost always pulled a face when Dean saw him doing so. The addition of other flavors might make the alcohol go down smoother.
"If you think it's a good idea."
"Trust me, it is."
Dean was on his feet and off to the bar already. In addition to finding something Castiel might like, it would look better if the angel was drinking, make him stand out less, even if he would garner some attention for drinking something so girly.
"What can I get you?"
The bartender was a little younger than himself, blond, wearing a very revealing top and clearly interested in him and Dean found himself giving her one of his best smiles out of habit. It took him a few seconds to realize that, much as he'd often claimed to Sammy, he really was doing it as way of interacting with her rather then out of any real interest. She was everything he'd normally go after and would be here until he was done hustling, so he'd have hours to tease her from afar but, somehow, he just wasn't feeling it this time. He had absolutely no desire to do more than flirt with her and even that would be halfhearted at best.
Yeah, he was so completely screwed it wasn't even funny.
"A beer and a sex on the beach please, sweetheart."
Her eyebrows rose in surprise, purposefully looking around him towards his booth, indicating that she'd spotted him earlier already.
"Yeah, I know," Dean answered the unasked question, biting down the sudden urge to leap to Castiel's defense. "What can I say?"
She shrugged, turning her attention back to him. "It takes all sorts, I guess."
It wasn't long before Dean had his drinks and was making his way back to their booth. "Here you go, try this," he said, placing the drink before Cas. "One sex on the beach."
"It is an unusual color."
"Most mixed drinks are."
Dean took a pull from his bottle and found the angel's eyes trained on him, a small frown on his face. "Relax," he soothed, touched rather than annoyed. "It's only my second one of the evening and I need to be seen drinking or no one will play pool with me later."
"You are short on money."
"Getting there."
He wondered at the expression on Castiel's face. The angel clearly didn't like what he did to earn his living, but what was Dean to do? He couldn't exactly get himself a normal job and stopping to do odds and ends everywhere was not only far too time consuming, but also too unreliable. This way he could rake in far larger sums in one go and he knew he'd almost always score as he was really good at reading his opponents and making them underestimate him.
Instead of saying anything, Castiel took a cautious sip of his drink and Dean smiled at the startled and amazed expression that crossed his face. Looks like he'd been right about the angel's tastes. That pleased him though he had to resign himself to ordering more cocktails in the future and being seen drinking with a guy that liked paper umbrella drinks. At least most of the country didn't give those god-awful fake plastic beads with them.
The silence that stretched between them felt comfortable and Dean was more than content to simply sit there and enjoy it. He could hustle tomorrow, he wasn't that low on cash as to need to break the moment. He wondered what it said about him that he was happy to just enjoy his beer and didn't feel the need to fill the silence as he watched the angel finish his own drink, clearly still enjoying it.
"Can I have a blowjob now?" Castiel asked.
Dean choked on his beer again.
A.N.: Once again, for those of you reading this fic from the deancastiel comm, the next chapter will not be posted there as we jump back to Sam's pov in the 'present.'
Chapter 17
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,914
Summary: Dean puts his new theory to the test.
PAST
Over the course of the next two weeks, Dean put his new theory to the test. The entire time he felt like he was walking on eggshells around Castiel and sometimes wondered why he bothered, but then the urge to reach out and touch the angel or to kiss him or to pull him into bed rose within him and then he was fighting off the desire to just say screw it to his more careful plan and just jump right in with both feet. The fact that he was able to stop himself from doing that, from just rushing in recklessly, told him all he needed to know about how much was at stake here for himself. If he couldn't make himself do what he normally did, then he was in serious trouble.
Trouble of the kind that he shied away from actually naming though he knew, on some level he refused to acknowledge, exactly what it meant.
It was trouble of the kind he hadn't had since Cassie and the mere memory of what had happened then, of how much it had hurt then, was nearly enough to make him call the whole thing off and try to forget about it. But Dean found that he couldn't, not anymore. It was almost as if now that he had even a little proof that his feelings might be returned, he was no longer able to either ignore or bury them like before. Not like that had worked out so well, but he was good at trying and ignoring that which he didn't want to see so long as it wasn't shoved in his face.
The first thing that Dean did was to reenact one of the scenes that had already transpired to check and see that he'd really seen what he thought he had. And, sure enough, when he managed to time things right so that he exited the bathroom in nothing but a flimsy towel while Castiel was there, the angel's eyes definitely dropped below face level and he was even pretty sure that they followed a droplet of water as it rolled down his chest. Okay, so that indicated that Cas was more aware of his body than your average angel. The question now was what it meant.
Next, Dean arranged things so that he was constantly standing closer to the angel than he normally would have been, just so he could see what Castiel would do. What the angel had said to Xarael clearly indicated that not only had he remembered their little chat about personal space, but he knew how to act accordingly as well if he so desired. Predictably, Castiel didn't move to distance himself and instead closed the space between them though he normally didn't initiate any contact unless Dean did something overtly to indicate that it might be welcome, like leaning in to speak with him or gesturing for Cas to come closer to see something. At those times the angel seemed to use the opportunity to touch and he maintained the contact unless he was told to stop it or Dean himself moved away.
The more subtle things Dean tried, just to be absolutely sure that he wasn't misreading things, also all came out in his favor. Like when he'd deliberately lick his lips while talking with Castiel, the angel's eyes always followed the movement and he'd seen him mimic it more than once, though whether that was done consciously or not, he didn't know. He had also, quite accidentally, discovered that Cas' eyes would glance down if he stretched enough to pull his shirt up to expose a small expanse of skin. He'd honestly not been trying to test Castiel at that point, he'd just needed to stretch, but given what he'd been doing lately, some part of him had been analyzing every look and gesture the angel made and he'd caught it. When he'd done it again two days later, this time deliberately, it had garnered the same response.
In addition to those more overtly physical reactions, Dean had discovered another whole set of little things Castiel did that went above and beyond what might be expected of a normal friend. Among those were the way the angel went out of his way to get him things like pie that he knew he'd like or to stay when he felt that Dean needed some company even though the time could have been better spent in Heaven doing whatever Cas did up there. Things like that went right along with the other small tings he'd noticed from before. Like the way Castiel had held him while he was sick after the initial realization of Sammy's betrayal, and how the angel had comforted him afterwards, sitting on a cold bathroom floor in order to do so.
So, yeah, Dean was pretty sure that Castiel did, in fact, like him like that. Something which made a large part of him want to jump up and dance for joy, another part of him, however, was far more cautious. It kept trying to remind him of how horribly this could go wrong. Hell, it had gone horribly wrong for him before and while there wasn't the issue of Castiel not knowing who and what he really was like with Cassie, there was the fact that his new interest wasn't human. He was an angel and Dean didn't have the first clue as to how that could change things. He had absolutely no experience when it came to this type of interaction with angels, the whole deal with Anna had been all about being human.
For all he knew, angels didn't experience things physically like that. Sure, Castiel seemed to have noticed his body as well as the rest of him, but Dean knew that didn't mean much. None of that, however, seemed to be making any kind of impact on the less rational part of him. It still wanted to do this, to have this, despite the fact that it could seriously jeopardize his last remaining relationship. If he fucked this up then that was it, he'd be completely on his own.
The thought alone scared Dean enough that he resolved to shelve the whole issue instead of risking it. He'd done the completely alone thing several times before now and he couldn't face that again, not if it was in his power to prevent it. On top of that, he'd started to get the sneaking suspicion that Castiel didn't have the first clue as to what was going on. That he didn't understand his own feelings on the matter as he seemed confused quite often after many of the incidents he'd noticed, as if trying to puzzle out why he'd done some of those things. It was endearing in a way that Dean would never admit to, even under torture.
It was better to let Castiel remain confused than to expose him to the churning miasma that was human emotion on this level. Besides, he saw no need to risk pointing it out to the angel just in case this type of attachment to a human was strictly forbidden among his kind. He'd already seen Castiel admonished for the relationship they'd forged back at the beginning of their acquaintance, back before they'd even been friends. There was no need to unnecessarily risk making things more complicated for the angel then they already were, especially when that risk came right along with the risk that he'd drive off his friend and wind up alone.
At least that had been his resolution and he'd definitely intended to follow it through. He should have known better than to think he could keep to it, especially with Castiel involved.
/
"What is a blowjob?"
Dean inhaled the beer he'd been drinking at the angel's sudden appearance and unexpected question. "What?" he finally sputtered after he'd coughed up half a lung and managed to draw in a few breaths.
Castiel looked slightly sheepish just then, something Dean hadn't even thought possible, but it served him right for surprising him like that. Christ, but he hadn't reacted so badly to one of the angel's unannounced visits in months and he wasn't used to it anymore.
"What is a blowjob?"
Yeah, so he'd heard what he thought he had despite being sure he'd misunderstood things somehow. "Shh, not so loud!"
"I'm not speaking loudly, Dean, merely at my normal level."
"Yeah, which is too loud for this type of conversation."
A quick glance around to check and see if anyone had overheard Castiel's question and Dean frowned. It seemed like one of the guys in the next booth over might have heard something. He'd been eyeing that guy as a potential mark for later when he started hustling, but now he scratched him off the list. It just wasn't worth the risk anymore.
"What type of conversation?"
"Ones about blowjobs, well when there isn't a chick involved in the conversation anyway. And where the hell did you hear about blowjobs anyway?"
No, that wasn't jealously that Dean was feeling, it really wasn't. It was discomfort. He was discomforted at the fact that someone might have tried something on his innocent friend. Nor was his heart speeding up at the thought that Castiel was inquiring about sexual acts, it was just some stupid evolutionary response to a friend having been potentially threatened or mistreated, that was all. It was-
Yeah, fuck, he wasn't deceiving himself, not this time.
"A bar in Massachusetts."
"A bar in, wait a minute, what were you doing in a bar? You drinking again now? 'Cause I gotta say, after that stunt you pulled with me, that'd be so not cool."
"I was following up a lead on one of the unusual occurrences."
"Oh. And how'd that go?"
"The trail ran cold, but while I was there I heard two women talking about blowjobs and sex on the beach," Castiel explained, a confused expression on his face. "One was saying she liked blowjobs better but the other insisted that the sex on the beach in that bar was the best ever. But there was neither a beach in the bar nor anyone having sex. And I do not know the term blowjob or why it might be better then sex on the beach."
Dean tried to hold in his laughter, he really did, but it was a lost cause to begin with and he soon found himself holding his sides and doing his best not to roll out of the booth. It was amazing, really, how Castiel could make him laugh more than he had in years without even intending to tell a joke or make him laugh. This was like the brothel incident all over again and the thought of that incident only made him laugh that much harder. When he was finally able to control himself, he expected to look up to find his friend annoyed at having been laughed at. Instead the expression on the angel's face was a mixture of wonder and self-satisfaction.
It made Dean pause and it wasn't until a few minutes later that he realized they were doing the staring thing again. Luckily the bar was dimly lit and no one seemed to have noticed their odd behavior, or not so they'd been staring at them for it anyway. He briefly wondered what had fascinated Castiel so much about what he'd done, but then figured it was just that his friend didn't see him laughing much.
"They're drinks, Cas," Dean finally explained. "Well, in this particular case they are."
"There is a drink called sex on the beach?"
"Yeah."
Castiel looked thoughtful for a moment. "So why is it called sex on the beach?"
"'Cause it's a mixed drink and they had to give it a new name instead of listing all of the ingredients. Besides, they hope it'll sell better with a name like that."
"So what is a blowjob really, other than a mixed drink name?"
Dean hadn't felt so uncomfortable about sex since he was a teenager about to do it for the first time with another guy. It was just that he couldn't seem to help himself. Talking about this with Castiel made him think about sex and thinking about sex while with the angel was obviously a bad idea as it gave him all kinds of ideas. Most especially with this talk about blowjobs and he had to fight down the arousal he could feel blossoming within him. No, damnit, he'd decided not to do this!
"It's an... ah, type of sex act."
"Oh."
And the angel looked as uncomfortable again as he had done in the brothel when confronted with Chastity. It made Dean snort with laughter even as it caused a pang within him. It was pretty clear that Castiel wasn't at all comfortable with the idea of sexual intimacy, which really should be enough for him to drop his perverted desires. Trust him to want the guy who was so pure as to not know the first thing about sex. Trust him to want the millennia old virgin.
He really was his own worst enemy most of the time.
"I still do not understand why they would name drinks thus."
"What can I say? We're human," Dean replied. "Hey, you ever had a mixed drink before?"
"No."
"Okay, you know what, how about you try one, hmm? Then you might understand."
Besides, Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Castiel might like the frou-frou girly drinks better than he liked beer or whiskey. Sure, the angel had drank them, but he'd almost always pulled a face when Dean saw him doing so. The addition of other flavors might make the alcohol go down smoother.
"If you think it's a good idea."
"Trust me, it is."
Dean was on his feet and off to the bar already. In addition to finding something Castiel might like, it would look better if the angel was drinking, make him stand out less, even if he would garner some attention for drinking something so girly.
"What can I get you?"
The bartender was a little younger than himself, blond, wearing a very revealing top and clearly interested in him and Dean found himself giving her one of his best smiles out of habit. It took him a few seconds to realize that, much as he'd often claimed to Sammy, he really was doing it as way of interacting with her rather then out of any real interest. She was everything he'd normally go after and would be here until he was done hustling, so he'd have hours to tease her from afar but, somehow, he just wasn't feeling it this time. He had absolutely no desire to do more than flirt with her and even that would be halfhearted at best.
Yeah, he was so completely screwed it wasn't even funny.
"A beer and a sex on the beach please, sweetheart."
Her eyebrows rose in surprise, purposefully looking around him towards his booth, indicating that she'd spotted him earlier already.
"Yeah, I know," Dean answered the unasked question, biting down the sudden urge to leap to Castiel's defense. "What can I say?"
She shrugged, turning her attention back to him. "It takes all sorts, I guess."
It wasn't long before Dean had his drinks and was making his way back to their booth. "Here you go, try this," he said, placing the drink before Cas. "One sex on the beach."
"It is an unusual color."
"Most mixed drinks are."
Dean took a pull from his bottle and found the angel's eyes trained on him, a small frown on his face. "Relax," he soothed, touched rather than annoyed. "It's only my second one of the evening and I need to be seen drinking or no one will play pool with me later."
"You are short on money."
"Getting there."
He wondered at the expression on Castiel's face. The angel clearly didn't like what he did to earn his living, but what was Dean to do? He couldn't exactly get himself a normal job and stopping to do odds and ends everywhere was not only far too time consuming, but also too unreliable. This way he could rake in far larger sums in one go and he knew he'd almost always score as he was really good at reading his opponents and making them underestimate him.
Instead of saying anything, Castiel took a cautious sip of his drink and Dean smiled at the startled and amazed expression that crossed his face. Looks like he'd been right about the angel's tastes. That pleased him though he had to resign himself to ordering more cocktails in the future and being seen drinking with a guy that liked paper umbrella drinks. At least most of the country didn't give those god-awful fake plastic beads with them.
The silence that stretched between them felt comfortable and Dean was more than content to simply sit there and enjoy it. He could hustle tomorrow, he wasn't that low on cash as to need to break the moment. He wondered what it said about him that he was happy to just enjoy his beer and didn't feel the need to fill the silence as he watched the angel finish his own drink, clearly still enjoying it.
"Can I have a blowjob now?" Castiel asked.
Dean choked on his beer again.
A.N.: Once again, for those of you reading this fic from the deancastiel comm, the next chapter will not be posted there as we jump back to Sam's pov in the 'present.'
Chapter 17