Castiel eyed the pool table curiously, watching as Dean finished another round, his opponent walking away pissed as he pocketed another hundred. Cas walked over and grabbed another pool stick off the wall.
"Teach me?" he asked the hunter over the loud noises of the bar. Dean raised a brow as he took a swig of his beer.
"Sure Cas, it's not that hard" he said moving to rack up the balls again. The ex angel watched intently as the hunter put the balls in order and maneuvered them into place on the table. Dean grabbed the stick out of Cas' hand. "I'll break and we can go from there" he said as he positioned himself and lined the stick with the cue ball. The balls broke perfectly, sinking the one ball. The hunter smiled over to Cas.
"Your turn" he said and motioned for Cas to join him. Dean handed the stick back. "OK, you want to try to hit the stripes into the pockets, but don't sink the eight ball or you lose" he said pointing to the different balls. Cas stood watching and nodding. He took a breath when he found the cue ball. Stick in hand he leaned down, lining up with the 11 ball. He hit the cue, but it went in the opposite direction. Cas stared at it like the ball was growing heads. Dean couldn't help but laugh. He moved to where the cue ball was, pulling Castiel with him.
"Try again" he said standing behind him. Cas looked over his shoulder quizzically before leaning down and lining up the balls. He nearly jumped, sucking in a breath when he felt hands on his hips. Dean leaned into him slowly, chest to back. He maneuvered his arms and placed his hands over Cas' moving his grip on the stick. "Relax, hold the stick tight here" he said into the ex angels ear and squeezing Cas' right hand. He gave a full body shudder as Dean breathed into his ear. "Let the stick glide between your thumb and forefinger, like so" he said sliding the stick back and forth, using Cas' arm. Castiel gulped loudly. "Now, aim the stick the opposite way you want the ball to go." He leaned a little more into Cas, who had his eyes closed now. Dean smiled. "Open your eyes for me Cas" he ordered softly. The ex angel opened them and looked over his shoulder at Dean. He stared at the man in confusion and awe, a light blush playing on his cheeks. "You can't learn with your eyes closed." Dean said with a smirk. Cas turned his head back and looked at the balls. Taking control, he aimed for the ball. Gripping Cas' fingers, he swung the stick, hitting the ball perfectly and sent it rolling into a pocket. He gently nuzzled his nose against the back of Cas' ear. "See, easy" he said, releasing his grip on the stick and sliding his hands softly down the ex-angel's sides and stepping away. Castiel stayed in that position for a moment, shivering from the loss of contact, a flush on his skin now that he was completely turned on. He glared back at Dean as he turned at stood up.
"You think you're cute don't you?" Cas asked putting the stick down on the table and walking toward him. Dean raised a brow and gave a goofy grin.
"No, I think I'm adorable" he replied grabbing the other man's shirt and pulling him in. Cas rolled his eyes, but smiled.
"You're lucky I love you" he said, gently rolling his hips into Dean's.
Dean smirked and let out a hiss.
"Oh yeah?"
Cas nodded. "Mmmhmm. Pay backs a bitch though" he smirked and turned and walked away leaving Dean to ponder and worry.