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“Two hunters and an angel walk into a bar.” Dean laughed at his own joke. Sam groaned and Castiel furrowed his brows, clearly not understanding.
“Cas, go to the bar and snag a few stools while Sammy and I try to hustle some of these rednecks out of their money.”
Cas made his way through the crowded room until he got to the bar. There were only two stools empty at one end, so he took one. The bartender came over right away and Cas ordered a beer for himself. While he waited, he turned and searched the large room for Dean and Sam. He saw them in a far corner already playing a game of pool with two men wearing cowboy hats.
He turned back to the bar when the bartender sat down his beer. “You gonna run a tab?”
For a brief instant, Cas did not know what to say but then he remembered that Dean always said yes to that question when they had gone out before. “Yes.” The bartender nodded and left to serve others.
While he waited for the boys to join him, Cas spent his time observing others and watching the large TV mounted above the bar.
“I haven’t seen you in here before,” said a voice from behind Cas’ left ear. The angel turned and met the eyes of a tall, well built man.
“I have never been in this establishment.”
“I didn’t think so. I would have noticed someone as hot as you.”
“I am not hot, my temperature is regulated.”
The man laughed warmly. “You are funny. Sexy and funny. That is a great combination.”
Cas tried to look friendly since Dean was always telling him that he needed to loosen up with normal humans. It must have worked because the man put his hand on Cas’ neck and gave a little squeeze. Cas knew this was a sign of camaraderie among humans and he gave the man a small smile.
“Excuse me, Cas, did you order me a beer?” Dean’s voice was sharp and Cas immediately turned to him.
“No, I wasn’t sure which type you wanted. Did you know they have 28 brands on tap? I picked Guiness because…” Cas stopped talking as he watched Dean and his new friend eyeing each other. Neither man appeared to be happy at the moment. Cas wasn’t sure what he missed.
“He’s with me.” Dean said roughly.
“Sorry, man. If he were mine, I wouldn't leave him alone.” The other man looked down at Cas, smiled and then turned and walked away.
“Dean, I believe you were being rude to that man. He was very nice.”
“He was hitting on you, Cas.”
“No, he did rub my neck, but he did not strike me at all.”
“No, Cas.” Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “He was trying to pick you up.”
“Why would he want to pick…” Dean interrupted. “Cas, he wanted to take you someplace and fuck your brains out.”
Cas’ eyebrows shot up and his mouth opened then quickly closed again. “Well, that is unfortunate. I would not have left with him.”
“Damn straight, you are only leaving with me. No other man is going to touch you, you’re mine.”
Sam had picked that moment to walk up to them. “Wow. I guess we’ve gotten past the eye fucks then, huh?”
Dean flushed a deep shade of pink and spoke quickly. “No. Yes. No. Fuck. I didn’t mean…”
Cas, who had been staring wild-eyed at Dean for the whole exchange, finally spoke. “I am not sure I understand. You want to have intercourse with me?”
Sam barked out laughter. “I think that’s what he’s saying, Cas.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sam,” Dean snarled at this brother.
“Going now,” Sam said and turned to make his way through the crowd.
“Dean?” Cas’ blue eyes met those of Dean.
“Damn it, Cas. Just leave it alone.” Dean snapped and made eye contact with the bartender at the other end of the bar. The bartender came over and Dean ordered a Sam Adams.
“Tab?” asked the bartender.
Dean looked at Cas. Cas nodded.
“Put it on his.”
Dean stood rigid next to Cas, close but not touching, staring up at the television. Cas could sense Dean’s anger…or was it discomfort. He could always pick up on what Dean was feeling, but this was different.
“Sex between two men is an abomination,” Dean said, without looking away from the TV. His voice was so quiet that Cas barely heard him.
“Dean, my Father was misquoted. My Father loved all his children and wanted them to love each other in return, no matter their gender.”
Dean finally met the angel’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
Cas cocked his head at Dean’s response. “Are you angry that a man wanted to have intercourse with me? Do not worry, he will not go to hell because he is drawn to other men.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck if he goes to hell. I hope he does,” Dean growled.
“Why?” Cas asked, obviously perplexed by Dean’s reaction. “Do you feel it is an abomination?”
“Hell, no. I just don’t like thinking about his hands on you, that’s all.”
“Dean, what does ‘eye fuck’ mean?”
Dean sank down on the empty barstool beside Cas and blew out a deep breath. His eyes went back to the TV.
“Sam thinks that you and I are madly in love or some shit like that, just because we stare at each other a lot.”
“Oh,” Cas said softly.
When Cas didn’t say anything else, Dean looked at him.” What?”
“I did not say anything, Dean.”
“You were thinking something.”
“My mind is always at work.”
Dean tipped his empty bottle to the bartender and didn’t speak again until another beer was sat down in front of him. The man behind the bar looked questioningly at Cas and Cas just shook his head. Since he didn’t need nourishment, the beer bottle he held was still more than half full.
“I was jealous. Happy now?” Dean picked up the fresh beer and drank deeply.
“Why would I be happy that you were jealous? I don’t understand, Dean. “
“Never mind. Let’s get Sam and get out of here.“ Dean threw a $20 on the bar and walked towards the pool tables, leaving Cas to follow.