Unbeta'd. Supernatural belongs to that beautiful bastard, Eric Kripke. If I owned it, you would be hearing my happy squeal right now.
A.N. After writing this chapter, it occured to me that my complete lack of understanding of [strip] poker might be a bit of a hindrance as to story progression so if any of you guys know how it works I would be eternally grateful if you helped.
"Would- would you play with me, Dean?" Cas asked demurely. Dean's at a loss for words, his mouth dry and eyelids fluttering.
Okay, Dean's a grown man, he can admit it, he has a kink, well, many kinks, actually, but only one of them is in play here, and wide, innocent eyes combined with an [unintentionally] dirty mouth? Definitely one of the top ten things sure to get his motor running. And, suddenly, for the first time in his life, Dean is acting like a nervous virgin.
"P-play? P-p-play what, Cas?"
'Pleasemeansexpleasemeansexpleasemeansexpleasemeans ex."
"Poker, Dean."
Dean's mouth is instantly, sadly, wet again. Never before has Dean hated being in full control of his mouth. Of course, poker. What else could it be? Cas doesn't think about stuff like that, especially not in relation to Dean. His angel isn't acting innocent, he is innocent.
Dean's waited too long to reply and Cas' face falls. "Don't you want to play with me, Dean?"
Holy shit. This is real. Cas wants him. Holy fucking shit Cas actually wants him. He's sure of it. No one, not even Cas, could say something like that without fully meaning the double entendre.
But then Dean realizes that Cas isn't that good of an actor. If he was implying something sexy, it would surely show on his face. Granted, Cas' facial expressions are just as imperceptible now as they were when he was an angel, but in the five years they've known each other, Dean has become fluent in the language of Cas, both spoken and signed, and Cas' big blue eyes can be taken as nothing but completely chaste.
Dean sighs internally. He really has to stop reading into everything Cas says and does and just accept that Cas doesn't like Dean, will never like Dean; at least not the way that Dean likes Cas. Dean reminds himself that Cas needs him, that their friendship is enough and he might as well stop moping about it (not pouting, because Winchester men don't pout, dammit [Sammy doesn't count, 'cause the big girl is obviously his little sister and the doctors just got it wrong.])
"Yeah, sure, Cas, let's play some poker." Dean develops a devious plan. 'No Dean, c'mon. It isn't right to take advantage of Cas' naivety.' But apparently Dean's mouth if faster than his monologing because while he's reminding himself that it's not nice to deceive people as sweet as Cas, he hears himself saying "Why don't we make it interesting."
"I already find poker interesting, Dean."
"Okay, more interesting, then."
"That seems acceptable. What did you have in mind?"
"Strip poker."
"I don't understand. What are we stripping? Will we be decorating for the bunker?"
'Damn angel and his HGTV.'
"Not stripping paint, Cas. Stripping clothes."
"Oh. Is this another custom that I don't understand but is necessary for my developing humanity?"
"Exactly.
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