Over-protective!Cas [for ilovemyimpala]
'Exclusivity' is a word that hadn't exactly come up in conversation, yet, but it was one that Cas was pretty much taking for granted. It figured, in his mind, that seeing as how Dean had physically pulled other guys off of him to make his point, it was fair play that he was allowed to do the same. He wasn't completely changed from the angel he had been, either, and devotion still ran strong in his personality. Devotion to alcohol, to drugs, and now to Dean.
What he didn't quite get, however, was human body language. He couldn't differentiate between Dean just chatting with the girls behind the bar, and giving them his room number for when they get off shift later. And being with Dean now, sleeping with him, had awoken some sort of extreme protectiveness and jealousy inside of him. He was stuggling with Dean so much as looking at anyone else, never mind engaging in conversation. And, right now? He was pretty certain the other man was taking far too long at the bar.
Getting up from the table they'd grabbed on arrival, uncaring if it got taken by someone else, he strode up the bar and fisted his hand in the back of Dean's jacket. "Find your own," he spat at the barmaid, not bothering to wait and see whether their conversation was in the slightest bit flirtatious, before roughly yanking Dean away and out the door.
"Cas, man, what the f-"
Cas's lips were against Dean's before the other man had a chance to finish his profanity, whole body pressing him hard into the wall and lips crushing against lips.
"She doesn't get you," he finally replied when he pulled back for breath. "Nobody gets you. You're mine."
What he didn't quite get, however, was human body language. He couldn't differentiate between Dean just chatting with the girls behind the bar, and giving them his room number for when they get off shift later. And being with Dean now, sleeping with him, had awoken some sort of extreme protectiveness and jealousy inside of him. He was stuggling with Dean so much as looking at anyone else, never mind engaging in conversation. And, right now? He was pretty certain the other man was taking far too long at the bar.
Getting up from the table they'd grabbed on arrival, uncaring if it got taken by someone else, he strode up the bar and fisted his hand in the back of Dean's jacket. "Find your own," he spat at the barmaid, not bothering to wait and see whether their conversation was in the slightest bit flirtatious, before roughly yanking Dean away and out the door.
"Cas, man, what the f-"
Cas's lips were against Dean's before the other man had a chance to finish his profanity, whole body pressing him hard into the wall and lips crushing against lips.
"She doesn't get you," he finally replied when he pulled back for breath. "Nobody gets you. You're mine."