Dean leaned back with beer in hand as he watched the men on the dance floor. This was his little secret from Sam.
Sure he liked women just fine but men were exciting, taboo, tender and hard all at once and Dean loved the clandestine couplings in dark, secret places.
The Hunter set down his beer and hit the dance floor. Dean had his eye on a blue eyed little cupcake with a frown on his face as man after man took a pass at him.
Dean placed his hands on the Angel's shoulders, "Don't worry baby, I got you."