Life Lessons (1/?) (Destiel) - Pick Up Lines
Title: Life Lessons Verse - Pick Up Lines
Pairing/characters: Dean/Castiel (eventually), Sam
Spoilers: Post S5. A little AU from 5x22.
Summary: The Winchesters help Castiel adjust to being human. Sometimes they learn a lesson for themselves on the way. Dean/Cas. eventually. Heavily hinted. But, shhh... Dean doesn't know yet. As usual. Because who doesn't love oblivious!Dean?
A/N: First time I start on a verse that doesn't have a defined number of chapters. Tell me how you like it.
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Dean rests his back against the wall, shaking with laughter and nerves, while Castiel looks lost and confused, which doesn't really help Dean's hilarity at all.
Sam stares at his brother like he's gone mad.
"Aw, come on, Sammy. That was awesome!" He exclaims.
Sam glares halfheartedly. "We just escaped a bar fight. That's fun to you?" Castiel seems to agree with him.
The short answer is ‘hell yeah!’, but Dean is definitely more amused with the more detailed version of the story. "Cas picked up a guy!" Dean says, voice cracking on a chuckle again. "Without knowing it!"
"I didn't pick up anyone." Castiel frowns, confused. "You almost threw the man that tried to punch me through a window. But I didn't."
Dean shakes his head. "It's a phrase, Cas. You were hitting on him."
"Ah. Yes." Castiel recalls that. He looks down at his fists. It's less impressive than smiting, but it proves handy at times.
"No." Sam laughs. "It's a metaphor for... when you're trying to charm someone."
Castiel looks between the two brothers, staring expectantly back at him. He thinks he understood this time. "Like... "try get into someone's pants"?"
Sam's eyes widen at Castiel's words, but Dean beams at him, slapping the back of his hand against his brother's chest. "Ah, see. You're getting stuff. I'm a kick ass teach."
Sam snorts. "Beg to differ." He's pointed out countless times how much Cas needed to know the non slang versions of things as much as he needed to understand the curse words. Somehow, Dean never seems interested in accurate, polite vocabulary.
Castiel looks at Dean and tilts his head. "So that man thought I was trying to lie with him."
Dean chuckles at the phrasing, and nods.
"That would explain why he called you the pissy boyfriend when you intervened."
"What?!" Dean yelps as Sam barks in laughter. "I'm not pissy! Sam's the bitch! not me! Plus I-I had to cut in.” He protests vehemently. “You didn't know what you were getting into!"
Sam ducks an eyebrow at him and after a few moments, he notes. "You're not saying anything about the boyfriend part."
Dean’s anger seems to deflate minutely, and the embarrassment on his face is a lot lesser than Sam expected. "I gave up." Dean admits flatly. "You know, for a while, there being three of us now, I thought people would stop seeing a rainbow flag over the impala, but... they apparently have other ideas..."
Sam looks at Dean and nods, the conversation is more or less over until… "I like rainbows." Castiel pipes up, almost sending Dean crashing to his knees with laughter. "I know the angel that makes them."
Sam and Dean exchanged a stunned look. "That's actually pretty cool."
Dean throws an arm around Cas' neck. "Say, Cas... you wouldn't know how to make one, would ya? Cause as My Pretty Pony as it gets, it'd be all kinds of fun."