Rack em', Cas

Summary: Castiel learns the meaning of 'pool slang' the hard way. Destiel, I know terrible summary please just read!

Disclaimer: Not my boys, just my story

Castiel sat five feet from Dean. They were at a bar in Chicago, hunting a ghoul. Not at the current moment though, now they were doing Dean's most favorite pass time. Hustling pool. He wasn't doing it his usual way, since Sam was back at the hotel room doing research. Castiel had offered to accompany Dean, but since he didn't actually know how to play pool he sat watching as his lover (for two months now) won 500 dollars.

Castiel was idly watching, he didn't care much for the game, only his personal MVP. As Dean won another game he reached his max limit to win per bar. With his 1,000 dollars he collected, Dean moved away from the table. Castiel stood up when he saw his hunter moving to leave, leaving behind the beer he only took two sips from. The biker Dean was playing wasn't too happy about loosing all of his money, which prompted him to grab Dean's upper arm. Dean just raised his eyebrows at him. "Rack em'." The guys deep, throaty voice rung in Castiel's ears. Dean shook his head, this wasn't the first time someone had gotten pissed and it differently wouldn't be the last. Before he could say anything to the guy Castiel suddenly appeared in font of Dean, blocking him from the biker.

"You will not touch him." His voice was like steel. Dean laid a hand on Castiel's shoulder, attempting to disarm him.

"Cas, it's okay-" But Castiel wasn't finished with the man yet.

"You will not put him on the rack if I have anything to say about it." Dean sighed, and ran a hand down his face. After attempting to push Castiel to the side only to be met by angelic strength, he went around him.

"Look, I'm not playing. We're going." He grabbed Castiel's hand and pulled the angel out the bars back door. Once they were outside Castiel pulled Dean into a tight hug, squishing his head into the crook of the angels neck.

"Dean, that man was going to-"

"Cas, he was talking about pool. He wasn't going to put me on the actual rack." He said sarcastically, trying to ease the tension out of his boyfriends body.

"He wasn't?" The angel looked genuinely concerned, Dean was shocked by the amount of love this one man had for him. He stood frozen, Castiel's arms were still wrapped around his waist.

"You care that much?" Castiel pulled Dean closer to him and gave his lips a slow, passion filled kiss. Dean's arms moved to the angels neck, his body pressing closer.

"You underestimate me. I love you more than you will ever know." Dean blushed and lowered his eyes. He was about to break away, this went against his 'no chick-flick moments' motto, when Castiel silenced his thoughts with another kiss. "Let's go home."

Dean nodded. "Yeah...home." Castiel looked quizzically at him. The hunter took a deep breath. "I don't need to go home. You're my home." His angel's smile was worth the moment.