TW: Smoking, stripper!dean, number exchanges, fluff, lots of big smiles, teensy bit of angst, two cute lil kisses, hopeful ending, not much else (i dont think)
this is a part three to a series ! please read the first two parts before reading this one !
soph's ringin ! : hey beautifuls! this was an anon request sent through my dms, asking for me to write a third part to my previous two Black Lace fics i did for kinktober. i happily agreed, of course, because i love writing this au, or whatever, so so much! i hope all of you enjoy!
----------------------Destiel---------------------
Castiel quickly paid his tab, only 2 drinks, not staying at the club for much longer after Dean had left him. He also tried to look around from his seat, see if he could spot Dean around anywhere.
He pushed the door open, standing and breathing in the violently cold air, as a way to adjust.
After a moment, Cas started walking. He turned the corner of the club, finding a man leaning against the wall, trying to light a cigarette.
The light kept sparking, flickering angrily as if trying to fight against him.
"God, dammit," The man grumbled, and Cas knew that voice. The familiar growl, a hefty heavy sound that came straight from his throat.
He looked so...different, in these clothes. Blue, deeply worn jeans, a dark brown leather jacket that looked to be falling apart at the seams, and at least 3 sizes too large. But, it was still Dean.
Before Cas knew it, he was pulling his own lighter from his pocket, just as Dean shoved his into his own. Castiel started walking towards Dean, smiling under the shadows of the evening.
"Y'know, smoking is terrible for you," Cas paused in front of Dean, holding his lighter out.
"Gee, thanks, man. I never would've guessed–" Dean started in sarcasm, but paused when he looked up, and he was truly...mesmerizing.
Cas could barely see his face in the club, the lights far too dim and colorful. But now, outside the setting sun, he looked majestic, like a fairytale creature of some sort.
Eyes a sparkling olive green, hair still spiky but so much lighter looking, like he was a blonde kid and grew into the brunette tones. A big, toothy grin sprouting on his face.
"Heya, Cas." His voice was quieter now, gentler. He seemed so soft, like he'd been waiting for this moment for a while. Cas' heart pounded, partly out of nervousness, mostly out of pure admiration.
"So, are you going to take my lighter, or what?" Cas shoved his hand a little further into Dean's personal space, who just gave a laugh and took the metal from his hand.
It was an old lighter, one from maybe the 1950s. Dean rolled it over in his hand, admiring.
"S.T. Dupont, Ligne 2. 1955. It's French." Cas jerked his head, biting back a smile. Dean swallowed, nodding back.
"Yeah, my uh..my dad. He used to have one like this. Got it during Vietnam, found it in a trench. He gave it to me some time ago, but I buried it with 'em." Dean's voice was low, a little secluded. Cas put a hand to Dean's arm, stroked up and down, but pulled away quick.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Dean." Cas put his head down.
Dean shook his head, flicking the lid of the light back. "Nah, it's fine. He was kinda a deadbeat anyway. Real shitty to me and my brother. Don't matter anymore." Cas nodded, silent, and watched Dean's hands move.
Dean rolled his finger over the catch, the flame exploding out from the barrel. He pulled it towards his cigarette, the flame whipping in the wind, but not giving up. Cas used one of his hands as a guard, and Dean held eye contact as he lit it, the corners of his mouth in a smile.
He inhaled long and heavy, and exhaled slow, the smoke curling thick into the air.
"It's a good light, I'll tell you that. Almost burned my fuckin' nose," Dean chuckled under his breath. Cas shook his head, but laughed along.
"For a man who says smoking is bad, you probably shouldn't be carrying a light on you, especially not a vintage one like this. Maybe you're a criminal. An arsonist." Dean chuckled, holding the smoking stick out to Cas, who graciously took it. His other hand still held the lighter, relishing in the familiar shape, the warming metal in his palm. Castiel chose not to take it back just yet.
Cas' hand shook as he brought it to his face, a smile on his lips. "If I was a criminal, do you think I'd be standing out here with you, or do you think I'd light the place up?"
"Well, y'never know. Maybe you're stalking me." Dean turned his head, looking at the sun.
"And, just why, might you think that?" Castiel asked, raising a brow, passing the smoke back.
Dean took it, breathed in, held it for a minute. Comfortable silence filled the space between them, before he exhaled again.
"You've been coming to my club for two Fridays in a row, and only talking to me. You watch me cross the room, you get all tense when I talk to another boy. Seems a little creep-ish to me, I dunno 'bout you." Dean tilted his head, looking back at Cas, who was slightly dumbfounded.
"What, thought I wouldn't notice? Baby, I look at you too. I ain't the only pretty one in the room." Dean laughed, loud, and the sound was music to Cas' ears. It was deep, hearty, filled with what could be pure joy, but tainted with a tinge of exhaustion.
Cas swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, sure, little creepy. Sorry about that."
"Oh, darlin', don't you worry. I'm not afraid of you. But, real uh, quick..question. Are you..actually...gay?" Dean looked nervous now, the cigarette hanging off his lanky fingers.
"I-Are you telling me, there's straight people, one of whom you thought was me, of all people, that come into this place?" Cas scoffed a laugh.
Dean shook his head with a chuckle, dropping his head to look at the ground. "Yeah, man. It's crazy, honestly."
"Well, to be completely up front, yes, I am gay. Came out nearly 10 years ago, now." Cas shut his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. Dean nodded, and silence took over, as if Dean was trying to carefully choose his words.
"I-Um–I'm bi, y'know. Just uh..cool," Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath.
"Look, I'm uh..not great. At this. But..If you wouldn't mind, then, can I..can I have your number? Maybe we could..go out. Sometime. I-If not that's okay, just uh, say the word 'nd I'll get outta your hair." Dean fumbled his words, scratching the side of his head.
Cas laughed, his big, gummy smile making Dean repeat the action, although a lot more nervously. "Of course, Dean. I'd love to go out with you someday." He put his hand out for Dean's phone, and the lighter.
"Oh, shit, really?" Dean beamed. His eyes were truly so bright in the sun, the green fit for an angel. He dug in his back pocket for his phone, opening the contacts list. He put the lighter down in Cas' palm first, metal almost hot under the cool phone.
Cas nodded, typing his number in quickly before handing the phone back, and he pulled his own out. He watched his screen light up as Dean sent a text that said, 'no take backs now, cassie'
Cas giggled, throwing his head back with an unbearable grin. He put his phone away, and he settled himself mostly, before walking in front of Dean and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll see you when we plan something. But, keep an eye out for me next Friday." Cas smiled, running his hand down Dean's upper arm, who just smiled again, big and loud, eyes crinkling in the corners.
"D-Definitely. I'll see you then, sweetheart." Dean put his own kiss to Cas' cheek.
Cas smiled, turning with a wave, to walk towards the parking lot.
He beamed with excitement nearly the whole walk.
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