"Dean, I don't see why this is necessary."
The angel sighed, folding his arms as Dean dragged him into the filthy establishment. He surveyed the scene- he didn't see why Dean found this place so appealing. The rotting planks of wood, the terrible food and it smelled of alcohol. Why did humans come up with it?
"Dude. It's your birthday- plus I wanted an opportunity to get drunk."
Cas rolled his eyes.
"Dean, I don't have a birthday. I'm an angel-"
"-yeah, yeah, I know, you're an angel of the lord and all that crap- but would it kill you to have some fun once in a while!"
"This doesn't seem like a fun place to me Dean."
Dean tugged on the sleeve of Cas' coat, Cas smiled- he was so child like at times.
"Please. It'll be fun- trust me."
Dean gave Cas a pleading look, and flashed a boyish grin after Cas relented. Cas sighed and sat on the stool beside Dean.
"Okay, let's start with some vodka."
Dean muttered to the bar tender. Cas wasn't really focused on what Dean was saying, more on the way his lips were turned up slightly, the slight blush on his cheeks, and the way his forest green eyes lit up as the man arrived with two small glasses filled with clear liquid. Cas suspected that this was not water.
"Dean, What is this."
"Vodka."
Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at the confused squint and head tilt that his angel would often do.
He's not your angel.
Dean thought to himself.
He keeled over in laughter as Cas downed the glass of vodka, before scrunching up his fave and sticking his tongue out in disgust at the alcoholic beverage stung his throat.
"Ugh!"
Cas spluttered, coughing as the burning liquid made its way down his oesophagus.
He attempted to give Dean an angry frown, but pouted in defeat as it only made Dean laugh harder.
"Dean- I don't understand how you enjoy drinking these vile concoctions."
Dean his eyes for dramatic effect before swivelling round to pat Cas on the back, gesturing for him to spin around to face the bar as well. Cas did so, rolling his eyes as Dean ordered another round of vodka.
"Cas, the more you drink, the better it tastes."
"Spoken like a true alcoholic."
"I'm not an alcoholic."
"Not anymore-"
"Not again."
Dean replied, staring at Cas intensely, his gaze softened as Cas formed a slight half smile, and placed a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder. He was proud of how far Dean had come over the years.
Their blissful silence was interrupted by the harsh voice of the bartender.
"Drinks."
He said, unceremoniously pushing the two shot glasses to Dean and Cas.
Cas downed another glass reluctantly. He cleared his throat, waiting for the burning sensation that never came. He grinned slightly in surprise, before tapping Dean on the shoulder, telling him to order another round.
Dean smiled.
"Slow down there cowboy, we don't need you drunk before we hit the town."
"Why would we hit the town Dean...this is a nice town...Besides it's quite large, how would we hit-"
"It's an expression."
Dean's eyes drifted to Cas' lips as his mouth formed an 'O'.
"Besides, we need to get you laid."
Dean remarked, Cas' eyes widened at his words.
"What does that mean?"
"It means...you obviously haven't had sex in a while, and, it'll cheer you up."
Cas felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. How was he going to tell Dean that he had never had sexual intercourse before. Dean had had a lot, so he would probably laugh at him. But Cas decided to tell the truth.
"Dean...I've never...had sexual intercourse before..."
Dean stood up and stepped closer to where Cas was sitting, furrowing his brow with confusion.
"What like...never, never? Like...not even with another angel, or anything like that?"
Cas looked away from Dean sheepishly before rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well...not really..."
Cas mumbled, Dean smiled.
Damn. Cas was a virgin...why did that make him sexier? Dean thought to himself.
Dean ordered a few more rounds of vodka before giving Cas another pat on the back, and heading to the toilet.
"Well, tonight you shall no longer be pure."
Dean smirked, he was about to walk off when he noticed Cas' confused squint.
"Cas- you're gonna lose your virginity."
Cas clumsily swivelled on his stool, turning to face Dean.
"Why?"
"There's two things I know, one- Bert and Ernie are gay- two- I'm not letting you have a birthday without a birthday hookup."
Cas nodded despite him not understanding any of what Dean had just said, he furrowed his brow and downed another glass of vodka while waiting for Dean to return.