[ Dean balks. Because seriously, look at her. She's barefoot and in a tie and a goddamned trench coat. Truckers aren't going to care that she's an angel. They won't freaking know that until they're on top of her, asking her if she needs a lift. It's not that he doesn't trust Cas... He just doesn't trust anybody else. And he knows men. He knows himself. If he came out of that bar drunk, stumbling up to a '67 Impala at 4 in the morning, and found a chick looking like her sitting in it... You better believe he'd have something to say to her. He wouldn't back off until he'd bought her a room at least, whether he was sharing it with her or not. And that Cas doesn't get that? Even more reason for Dean to keep an eye on her. Since he did such a damn great job of keeping an eye on Cas as it is, and what got them into this whole freaking mess.
And anyway, the problem's not that she's a girl. It's that she's Cas. If she were just some chick, Dean would be all easy smiles and engaging conversation as he wined and dined her right into bed. But this isn't just some girl, this is Cas. He can't wine and dine Cas. His best friend isn't going to be a one night stand. This is a goddamned nightmare.
Dean sighs and drops his head, hands spread in appeasement. ]
Look. We're cool, okay? You just... [ He looks up again, and there's something pleading in his eyes. ] I'm gonna take a shower.
[ Never mind the fact that it's 2 AM and that Dean is still mostly drunk. He needs his half hour of alone time, and he needs it now, not later. ]
Then I'm going to bed. And you... read the bible or something until I wake up, and then seven AM, we're up and figuring out how to fix this. Alright? Can you do that for me, Cas?
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[ Dean balks. Because seriously, look at her. She's barefoot and in a tie and a goddamned trench coat. Truckers aren't going to care that she's an angel. They won't freaking know that until they're on top of her, asking her if she needs a lift. It's not that he doesn't trust Cas... He just doesn't trust anybody else. And he knows men. He knows himself. If he came out of that bar drunk, stumbling up to a '67 Impala at 4 in the morning, and found a chick looking like her sitting in it... You better believe he'd have something to say to her. He wouldn't back off until he'd bought her a room at least, whether he was sharing it with her or not. And that Cas doesn't get that? Even more reason for Dean to keep an eye on her. Since he did such a damn great job of keeping an eye on Cas as it is, and what got them into this whole freaking mess.
And anyway, the problem's not that she's a girl. It's that she's Cas. If she were just some chick, Dean would be all easy smiles and engaging conversation as he wined and dined her right into bed. But this isn't just some girl, this is Cas. He can't wine and dine Cas. His best friend isn't going to be a one night stand. This is a goddamned nightmare.
Dean sighs and drops his head, hands spread in appeasement. ]
Look. We're cool, okay? You just... [ He looks up again, and there's something pleading in his eyes. ] I'm gonna take a shower.
[ Never mind the fact that it's 2 AM and that Dean is still mostly drunk. He needs his half hour of alone time, and he needs it now, not later. ]
Then I'm going to bed. And you... read the bible or something until I wake up, and then seven AM, we're up and figuring out how to fix this. Alright? Can you do that for me, Cas?