Life Lessons (8/?) (Destiel) - Dean's infidelities
Title: Life Lessons Verse - Dean's infidelities
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.
A/N2: The song mentioned here is this one.
“Oh! I love this song!” Dean almost spills three shots glasses and upturns the table in his haste to knock back a shot before jogging back -jogging back!- to the dancefloor.
The thing is, the song isn’t by Journey, it’s not Metallica, it’s not Def Leppard or Warrant… it’s the Scissor Sisters. The announcer said it was the Digital Dog remix -whatever that means- of their song Fire With Fire. And well, as pop song go… this is the kind of thing sober!Dean would be caught dead dancing to.
The most unbelievable part is that he’s good at this. They’re hunters, they have a certain understanding of their bodies but Dean… Dean’s rocking the beat, prowling. Although, that might not be the best choice of words because he overlooks all the attempts at getting into his personal bubble and flirting with him.
At first it was a guy, so it didn’t surprise Sam, but when Dean turns down girls, it means the fun is too good to bother with them.
And dancing? Fun?
Who knew!?
“I expect Dean will feel pretty sore tomorrow.” Castiel mutters from his stool next to Sam’s. “I feel myself getting tired just watching him.”
Sam grins. “Don't mention that tomorrow.” He says, waving a hand toward his brother.
“Why?” Castiel sips quietly at his Piña Colada, preferring to make a cocktail last instead of getting hammered. He’s sticking to his word, so far.
“Dean doesn't like to be remembered that alcohol makes him do what he wants.” Sam explains, munching on a mint leaf from his mojito.
Castiel toys with the ice cubes with the end of his straw. “What's wrong with wanting to dance?”
“Ask Dean! Apparently he loves to. He'd just never admit it.” He takes a sip and adds. “I think it also has something to do with the fact that he's pissed at himself for being unfaithful to classic rock.”
Castiel eyes him. “I don't think classic rock minds.”
Sam chuckles. They watch Dean dance for a while, then Sam turns to smile at Castiel. "I'm very glad you're sticking around, Cas."
Castiel stares, then smiles. Then frowns. Then smiles faintly again. "Me too."
Sam lifts an eyebrow at him. "But?"
"Metaphors are disturbing."
Sam snickers again. Sticking around.
Dean comes back, nearly crashes on the table again, and suddenly freezes, staring at Castiel. Then a huge grin spreads on his face. “You know… cock-tail… it’s a pretty dirty word.”
There’s a moment when nothing happens, then Sam feels like pumping a fist in the air at the proof of Castiel’s awesome adjusting : the ex angel picks up the half ring of lime from his glass and sticks it between Dean’s lips to shut him up.
Cas’ drink? $6.
The look on Dean’s face? Priceless.