Trouble for Two

Feb 25, 2011 17:58

So, um . . . a quick little break from TBtS because artmetica's done it again, and I ficced. 8) Unbeta'd this one time.

Title: Trouble ♥ for ♥ Two
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel (-ish), Sam
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the art that inspired me. ♥
Summary: “Unless you intend to join me,” a growly voice murmured, “I won’t require a second wineglass.”


Trouble for Two

“Unless you intend to join me,” a growly voice murmured, “I won’t require a second wineglass.” Bright blue eyes peered over rimless frames, and Dean’s breath caught in his chest.

“No sweetheart on Valentine’s?” Dean’s inner bartender asked, then he mentally slapped himself. Either as a nosey inquiry or a lame pick-up line, he didn’t have time to stick around waiting for an answer.

And yet, he waited.

“Is it Valentine’s?” Blue-eyes asked, checking his watch like the answer would be there. “No, no sweetheart, thank God.”

Dean silently echoed the sentiment - though probably for very different reasons - and made himself move away before he could ask another inane question.

He kept an eye on Mr. Blue-eyes, though; had to, since his eyes refused to stay away for long. He watched as Sam took his order and his menu, and returned with a bottle of red wine.

Maybe ten minutes later, Dean was once again restocking a nearby table with fresh wineglasses when a red dot on Blue-eyes’ back caught his eye. The dot bounced crazily, then steadied; drifted up into Blue-eyes’ hair, then settled back down just to the right of his heart.

Dean reacted without thought, dropping his tray and charging. He grabbed Blue-eyes and jerked him down to the ground just as his wineglass shattered, spraying red all over the white tablecloth. A breath and a glance around later, and Dean upended the table, rolling it between them and where the shooter was most likely to be. Another bullet pinged into the table, and the other diners caught on, jabbering and screaming as they followed Dean and Blue-eyes’ example.

“Dean!” Sam yelled.

“Sniper, seven-thirty!” Dean shouted back.

When no more shots fired, Dean dared to check Blue-eyes and saw a fresh scrape on his cheek. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

Blue-eyes touched the scrape and winced slightly, but nodded. “I’ll take bruises over bullets any day,” he said, and flashed a grin. “It appears I owe you my life as well as a good tip, now.”

Dean felt his eyes narrow. “You’re awful calm for a guy getting shot at.”

Blue-eyes’ mouth quirked and he shrugged. “I’m used to it. Though I’m usually in my other hat.” He lost his smile as he thought about it further. “That’s a little concerning, actually.”

“Just a little?” Dean asked, but Sam came up before he could ask further.

“Police are coming,” he said, then angled his body to dead-center of the shooter’s line-of-sight. “Sir, if you stay in front of me, I can take you inside.”

“Sam - ”

“Dean.” Sam had his mulish face on, so Dean didn’t protest further. They could argue about playing Human Target for strangers after this was over.

Blue-eyes looked between them, then seemed to get the idea. He got his feet under him, but then he paused and offered his hand to Dean. “I’m Castiel, by the way.”

Dean reached out and shook it. “Dean Winchester.”

Castiel smiled. “Thank you for saving my life, Dean Winchester,” he said and stood up.

Dean watched as Sam shadowed Castiel inside to safety, intrigued at the churning excitement in his gut, and wondered if they had a new Hunt afoot.

Right now this is just a oneshot, but I might continue after TBtS is finished, if anyone's interested. . . ? *hint, hint* :)

supernatural fic, oneshot, trouble for two

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