[ i mean, he could have, but the guy was clearly having some kind of crisis and as the apocalypse apparently factored into it, he couldn't help but feel a little responsible. he bumps his shoulder against dean's, casting his eyes around. he'd been sitting at the bar when he went out. ]
Do you want to sit back down? Are you okay?
[ dean did sort of say he was freaking out when he texted him. ]
[ he was not flirting with a puking man. his standards are low, but they aren't that low.
dean, on the other hand... well, he can't even accuse him of having low standards. the bartender is probably a perfectly nice lady. she's also plenty attractive. which does nothing at all to make him feel better about what has suddenly become a situation. predictably, his eyes narrow. ]
[ She's frickin gorgeous and absolutely Dean's type. She gives them a little wave from the other end of the bar where she's mixing a cocktail that makes perky tits bounce so nicely, flashing Dean a little wink. ]
Yeah. [ The man in question doesn't wave or smile back, just picks up the beer he's been nursing and takes a long swig, leaning on the bar, smile crooked, eyes fixed on Cas. ]
You left me for some guy. What was I supposed to do, languish?
[ his eyes roll, but he quickly finds himself staring down the woman waving at them. the more sensible (more angelic, probably) part of his brain tells him that his anger toward her is completely irrational. she isn't the same woman that dean told him he slept with, she doesn't know either of them, she doubtlessly thinks dean is single and isn't attempting to undermine him in any way.
but he can't help the unhappy feeling burning in his gut. he grips his fingers around dean's elbow, glancing from the bartender to his face. ]
They wanted to sell me car insurance. I told them to call back later.
[ (he is so going to get scammed out of money he doesn't have one of these days.) cas suppresses the urge to roll his eyes again, gripping dean's elbow a little bit more tightly before he lets go. ]
[ what? he frowns at dean, then casts his eyes around until he sees a couple of free stools next to each other down the bar. he passes through the bustling room with dean, and then sits down, leaving an empty seat to his left. ]
[ but they probably wouldn't let him buy an entire bottle.
still, when the bartender comes by, cas orders the drinks for them both, trying to prevent her from having any reason to speak to dean. not that it's necessarily going to work— he can't stop the two of them from conversing. ]
[ No, he can't especially when she seems to have zeroed in on Dean, smiling at him, leaning over and putting a hand on Cas' favorite shoulder of Dean's, bringing him water, leaning in to say something soft.
Dean, though -- for all his tipsiness, for all his irritation at being left inside a bar, doesn't...really flirt back.
Look at that growth. ]
So buy two drinks, Cas -- another round for my angel. [ He says, gesturing, which -- you know, those words change her demeanor fairly fast. ]
[ cas is getting increasingly more and more prickly as she lays her hands all over dean, enough that he almost says something, except he can't think of what he would say. there isn't anything socially appropriate that wouldn't make it explicit that they're together, and he's pretty sure dean isn't comfortable with the world being privy to that knowledge.
of course that all flies out the window when dean accidentally does the very thing he was considering. cas glances between the two of them, watching the way her expression changes as all the flirtatious intent leaves it and deliberately leaning into dean's space.
and he can't help it, he takes advantage of the moment, gripping dean's shoulder where she placed her hand and leaving it there. ]
Yes. Another around, please. Thank you.
[ it's purposefully dismissive, which isn't very nice, but if he cared he wouldn't say it. ]
[ She huffs, blowing a piece of hair out of her face before turning on her heel and stalking off, Dean peering curiously after her, though he's very aware of the hand that's hot on his shoulder, the scar warm under his clothes. ]
Huh. Something pissed in her Cheerios.
[ He turns his attention back to Cas, eyes flicking over the angels face, dropping to his neck, taking in what little skin he can see. ]
You okay? You look like something pissed in your Cheerios.
[ cas would probably notice dean's eyes on him if dean hadn't been checking him out that way since they met. they're probably the only two jokers who didn't realize what was going on between them, but frankly the obliviousness is a little ridiculous now. ]
... Dean, she was flirting with you. Did you not realize?
] his eyes narrow in confusion, and he takes his hand from dean's shoulder to press it to his forehead instead. well, he doesn't feel feverish, but it's still strange. maybe he's just used to it? ]
[ no doubt there are at least two apocalypses waiting on the horizon just because they're both generally content at the moment. dean missing out on a flirt has to count for a third.
in any case, he takes his hand away still looking unsure. the bartender seems to largely be ignoring them now, after setting their drinks down before them.
[ cas blows a breath out through his nose, picking dean's shot glass up between his fingertips and knocking that back too. he licks his lips as he sets the glass down. ]
Really? Because I wasn't the one who tipped her off.
[ judging by the amount of alcohol involved, tonight is either going to be a very good night or a very bad night. the bartender brings over another round, which cas immediately knocks back. ]
Another for me, please.
[ she gives him a look before pouring him yet another shot, and then sidles off down the bar toward her other customers. cas looks back to dean, elaborating only when she's out of earshot. ]
Dean, I may actually be an angel, but most people don't know that.
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Took you long enough.
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[ i mean, he could have, but the guy was clearly having some kind of crisis and as the apocalypse apparently factored into it, he couldn't help but feel a little responsible. he bumps his shoulder against dean's, casting his eyes around. he'd been sitting at the bar when he went out. ]
Do you want to sit back down? Are you okay?
[ dean did sort of say he was freaking out when he texted him. ]
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I'm fine, it's fine. I'm good. She bought me a shot. [ He points to the bartender with her titties hanging out. ]
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dean, on the other hand... well, he can't even accuse him of having low standards. the bartender is probably a perfectly nice lady. she's also plenty attractive. which does nothing at all to make him feel better about what has suddenly become a situation. predictably, his eyes narrow. ]
Is that so?
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Yeah. [ The man in question doesn't wave or smile back, just picks up the beer he's been nursing and takes a long swig, leaning on the bar, smile crooked, eyes fixed on Cas. ]
You left me for some guy. What was I supposed to do, languish?
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[ his eyes roll, but he quickly finds himself staring down the woman waving at them. the more sensible (more angelic, probably) part of his brain tells him that his anger toward her is completely irrational. she isn't the same woman that dean told him he slept with, she doesn't know either of them, she doubtlessly thinks dean is single and isn't attempting to undermine him in any way.
but he can't help the unhappy feeling burning in his gut. he grips his fingers around dean's elbow, glancing from the bartender to his face. ]
You aren't drinking more tequila, are you?
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[ HE takes another swallow of his beer, leeeans on the bar and looks at Cas, eyes flicking from head to toe. ]
I ordered another shot. She'll bring it in a second. Want one?
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[ he licks his lips and frowns. if dean already ordered, there's not much he can do about it. ]
I really think we should head home, but fine.
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[ Wow, you left him for some dude AND your taking calls for some rando. ]
Naaah, we're good here. I'll get you a drink.
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[ (he is so going to get scammed out of money he doesn't have one of these days.) cas suppresses the urge to roll his eyes again, gripping dean's elbow a little bit more tightly before he lets go. ]
If we're staying, we might as well sit down.
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[ Dean snorts, lips curling in a smile, leaning a little closer to Cas, enjoying the grip on his arm until it's released. ]
Sit? Lead the way.
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Get a drink, lighten the load, man.
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[ but they probably wouldn't let him buy an entire bottle.
still, when the bartender comes by, cas orders the drinks for them both, trying to prevent her from having any reason to speak to dean. not that it's necessarily going to work— he can't stop the two of them from conversing. ]
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Dean, though -- for all his tipsiness, for all his irritation at being left inside a bar, doesn't...really flirt back.
Look at that growth. ]
So buy two drinks, Cas -- another round for my angel. [ He says, gesturing, which -- you know, those words change her demeanor fairly fast. ]
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of course that all flies out the window when dean accidentally does the very thing he was considering. cas glances between the two of them, watching the way her expression changes as all the flirtatious intent leaves it and deliberately leaning into dean's space.
and he can't help it, he takes advantage of the moment, gripping dean's shoulder where she placed her hand and leaving it there. ]
Yes. Another around, please. Thank you.
[ it's purposefully dismissive, which isn't very nice, but if he cared he wouldn't say it. ]
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Huh. Something pissed in her Cheerios.
[ He turns his attention back to Cas, eyes flicking over the angels face, dropping to his neck, taking in what little skin he can see. ]
You okay? You look like something pissed in your Cheerios.
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... Dean, she was flirting with you. Did you not realize?
] his eyes narrow in confusion, and he takes his hand from dean's shoulder to press it to his forehead instead. well, he doesn't feel feverish, but it's still strange. maybe he's just used to it? ]
You're sure you're feeling all right?
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Stop that. Was she?
[ The moment Dean misses out on flirting, what is the world coming to. Apocalypse again, probably. ]
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in any case, he takes his hand away still looking unsure. the bartender seems to largely be ignoring them now, after setting their drinks down before them.
cas downs his shot almost casually. ]
She wasn't subtle.
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Neither are you, you know.
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Really? Because I wasn't the one who tipped her off.
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Tipped her off? To what?
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Another for me, please.
[ she gives him a look before pouring him yet another shot, and then sidles off down the bar toward her other customers. cas looks back to dean, elaborating only when she's out of earshot. ]
Dean, I may actually be an angel, but most people don't know that.
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[ Like, really. ]
Don't get your feathers ruffled, I'm not gonna take out a full page ad in the yellow pages.
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