Chapter One.

"Just go talk to her, Cas." Dean took a swig of his beer and lifted his chin in the direction of a blond girl sitting at the bar alone.

"What would I say, Dean?" Castiel looked down at his beer nervously.

Dean smiled and looked Cas in the eye, "You just ask if she's here alone, and if you can sit with her."

Castiel nodded, "Alright." He took a large drink from his beer and stood. He exhaled loudly and walked over to the girl.

Dean watched from his table, he finished his beer and motioned at a waitress for another one. He looked back over at Cas, who was walking back to the table.

He sat down and looked at Dean, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Well? What'd she say?" Dean asked. He grabbed the beer from the waitress and nodded his head at her.

"She laughed at me."

"What do you mean, she laughed at you?" Dean looked over at the girl. Probably a bitch anyway.

"I asked her if she was here alone, she said yes. Then I asked if I could sit with her, and she laughed. She said I was old enough to be her dad. Technically, I'm old enough to be her great great great-"

"I get it, Cas." Dean took another long drink and glanced around the bar for another girl. He spotted a brunette in a short skirt and a tank top that was way too small. He turned and looked at Cas, "What about that one, by the pool table?"

Castiel glanced over and shook his head, "I'd like to return to the hotel, Dean."

Dean sighed, "Fine, but you gotta get laid eventually." He finished his beer, and stood.

"I have an idea." Castiel turned to Dean once they were in the parking lot.

"What's that?" Dean said as he almost ran into Cas.

"Teach me." Castiels' eyes lit up.

"Teach you? Teach you what?" Dean squinted his eyes at Cas.

Cas smiled slightly, "You can teach me how to speak to women, flirt, and how to engage in sexual activity."

Dean's eyes widened, "Woah, slow down buddy. One step at a time. I'll teach you how to talk and flirt. As far as the sex goes, you'll have to Google that." He began to walk towards the impala.

"What is a Goggle?" Castiel looked at Dean as he walked away, and began to walk towards the vehicle.

He climbed into the passenger seat, and Dean started the car. The music blared loudly, both him and Dean reached to turn it down. Their fingers brushed, Dean pulled his hand away quickly and cleared his throat. Castiel looked over at him curiously, Why did he pull away? Did I hurt him?

Dean put the car in reverse, trying to think about anything than that electric jolt. He always felt it when he touched Cas, it didn't matter how little contact it was. Any contact would cause it. He began driving down the road wondering if Cas felt it to, No. No way, it doesn't matter anyway. He risked a glance over at Castiel, he immediately regretted it. Cas was staring, hard.

He looked back at the road, "Cas. Why are you staring at me?"

"You seem troubled." Castiel squinted harder, as if trying to read Deans' expression.

"Yeah, well I'm not. Now, stop staring." Dean tried to make his voice authoritative, it worked. Cas looked away and Dean let out a small breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"That is what I'd like to learn, Dean."

Dean looked over at the angel, "What are you talking about?"

"Your voice, how you hold yourself, it's very confident. Dominant." Cas said, looking out the windshield.

Dean didn't know what to say, he just nodded. Cas seemed content with that answer. How are you going to show him this lifestyle? He's a freakin angel. You cannot ruin an angel. He pushed the thoughts away and parked in the hotel parking lot.

They walked in silence into the room. Sam glanced up at both of them. "So, no luck then Cas?"

Cas shook his head at Sam, "No luck, but Dean said-"

"That he will have better luck next time." Dean cut him off. Sam didn't know about Dean's other interests. Cas looked over at him confused. "Cas, a minute?"

Cas followed him outside.

"You cannot tell Sam about what I'll be teaching you, he doesn't know..."

Cas looked at him in the eye, "Okay, Dean. I understand."

"Good." Dean walked back into the room and smiled at Sam's confused look.

Castiel walked in behind him, "Sam, any luck on finding our next case?"

"Actually yeah, I did find something. It's not too big though..."

Dean stopped listening, thankful that Cas changed the subject. He walked into the bathroom and turned the sink on. He let the cold water fill his cupped hands and splashed his face.

You can't show those things to an angel.