The last thing Dean expected to see when he came out of the bathroom was some dude leaning over Cas at the pool table.
They had come out for a couple beers, some good music and food, not for some asshat to hit on his angel.
As he approached their table and sat down heavily, Sam looked at him like this wasn’t completely different, like it’s something he should’ve already known.
“He’s expressed his indifference to gender tons of times Dean, and it’s always seemed like that applies to the people he’s attracted to, too.” He sat back and took a sip of his beer, “I don’t know why this is so surprising to you-” Sam let out a deflated sigh as Dean got up abruptly and stormed towards the pool game, apparently not as surprised at his brother’s reaction as he initially let on.
“What’s goin on here?” Dean asked as he reached the velvet green table.
Mid thirties, light brown hair, well groomed, throughly tipsy. But he wasn’t even that cute. Cas could do better.
“He was lookin’ a little lost with the pool que, just thought I’d help.” the stranger answered with a smirk. Dean wanted to punch the smug look right off his face.
He clenched his fists, “Well you’re done helping, buddy.”
“Jeez man,” the guy said, throwing his hands up defensively and taking a step back. “I was just tryin’a show him a good time.”
“Why don’t you get lost before I show you a good time” Dean spat out.
He’s always been bad at comebacks, but he thinks he got the general message across.
“Dean!” Cas called sternly as the guy walked away.
He turned to face the angel, grabbing his trench coat by the shoulder and shaking it firmly, “What were you doing messing around with that guy Cas?”
“I was attempting… to have an enjoyable experience, Dean.” Castiel said, pulling away.
“You shouldn’t ‘a been!” Dean huffed, letting go of his coat.
“You seem to have no issues with me making advances towards women,” Cas contended coolly, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah well,” Dean took a step back and ran a hand across his face, embarrassed, with no way to explain what he really meant, or what he meant to mean, “that’s different.”
“How?” The angel demanded. Resolve unwavering.
Dean let out a frustrated sigh. “It just is.”
He started walking back towards the bar but turned around. He’s been an asshole this far, why not keep going?
“And I mean, since when are you into guys?”
Too much emphases on the word guys, and he really shouldn’t wave his hands around like that. He was making a scene.
“Have you ever even slept with one?”
He realized he might not like the answer as Cas flushed dark red. Maybe there was things he didn’t know about the angel. White hot rage planted itself deep in his gut.
“No” Castiel admitted to the dingy wood floors, and Dean let out a breath he hadn’t know he was holding.
“Then how are you even supposed to know you like them?” He bit back quickly, before the relief became too evident on his face.
“Maybe if you left me alone I would have found that out, Dean.”
“Yeah or maybe that guy would’ve forced you into something you didn’t want to do.”
Cas paused, “you really think I would let something like that happen to me?” He took a step back and met his eyes, unbelieving.
Dean sighed and shook his head, “look I don’t know what to think Cas, but it seems to me like every time you slept with someone they were manipulating you!” He threw his hands up to start counting. “You’ve got creeper lady who found you in the woods and just decided to keep you, you’ve got the reaper who slept with you to get info on Metatron and then tortured your ass, I don’t even want to get into whatever that thing you and Kelly had cause she bore the spawn of Satan man and I don’t know what that says about character for you but for me- I mean, hell, even Meg only kissed you that once for your angel blade!”
He was an asshole, a big, giant, gaping, asshole.
Cas shook his head in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes and his lips drawn tight with anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed there were too many words to choose from, so he settled on nothing.
This isn’t what Dean wanted, he wanted Cas to scream and yell at him, to shove him into the wall and say all the unspoken things between them, to beat the living shit out of him if he wanted to. Anything else but just standing there with a hurt look and a clenched jaw. Even a glance over to Sammy told him he had majorly, fucked up.
Cas turned around.
“Cas wait…” he called, voice immediately thick with remorse and shame, but the angel was already out the door.
When he turned back to Sam he looked pissed. Like, ‘I swear to god Dean if you don’t go out there right now I will come over there and kick your ass’ pissed.
Nothing was as easy and as hard as pushing open those double doors.
“Cas wait man I’m sorry.” Shit, it was raining outside, great. Dean attempted to shield his face, but it was about as useless as his apology.
“You know this really isn’t as romantic as it looks in the movies” he called out, as his boots slowly filled with water, and he could swear he saw the shake of laughter in Cas’ chest from behind.
“Romantic.” the angel repeated back coldly, and Dean could tell it wasn’t just the rain making his voice wet and uneven.
“Cas look man, I didn’t mean t-” he stopped himself as he laid a hand on the outside of Cas’ soaked through trench coat.
The angel turned around, the wetness of his tears mixing with the rain on his face, the pain and desperation clear in those deep blue eyes. He had never looked so broken before, and Dean knew then, the promise of “don’t ever change” had died long ago, and he had never even stopped to mourn it’s passing.
What’s happened to you Cas?
Dean fucking Winchester that’s what.
“Cas…”
“Don’t do that don’t you dare do that Dean Winchester,” a sob caught in the angel’s throat. A sob, “I gave everything for you.”
Before Dean knew it he was being shoved against a cold brick wall, not unlike many years before, Cas’ hands fisting into his coat with severity.
“Everything” he growled, “I left heaven and journeyed into hell, I betrayed my family, destroyed my home, all because I put you first.”
“Why?” Dean asked. It was an honest question. He needed to know, he wanted to know, why did an angel fall from heaven for a man who meant nothing? For someone who was closer to a piece of shit on the floor than a decent human being. And keep on falling long after it ceased to be God’s will.
Cas looked at him, and it seemed like almost pity in his eyes. you big ridiculous fool. Were the words said there.
It was fierce
The way he crashed his lips against Dean’s. Fisted his hands further in his jacket, pulled him closer, off the wall and then back down again. It was hungry, reckless, everything they hadn’t said and everything they needed to say. The way Dean’s hands came up around his neck, found the lapel of his coat and tugged, lips crashing together, wet and cold and yet so so warm, like a fire raging in the middle of a friggin’ thunderstorm.
It was poetry and rock music and honey and milkshakes shared in a burger joint and lightning when it hits water and everything in between.
Dean held the nape of Cas’ neck, stroked behind his ear and gently thumbed the rain soaked hair out of his face, bit his bottom lip before letting it go.
Cas pulled back for air, looking deep into his eyes, “does that answer your question.”
“It aswers a lot of goddamn questions Cas.” Dean chuckled breathlessly, leaned forward and rested his head on the angel’s shoulder, hands slightly shaking as they held onto him, heartbeat struggling to return to normalcy, “it answers a lot.”
Sam was smiling softly as they returned, soaking wet and holding hands. Dean nodded at his brother as he grabbed the keys, “We’re goin home Sammy. Take your time.”
Time was taken.
