"Dean. You know perfectly well we need to do this to get the job done."
Dean sighed heavily, his eyes meeting Castiel's.
"But why do we have to do it like this?" Dean whined, shifting his glance from the scarily comfortable angel.
"It is a gay club Dean. To get in and blend in we have to be gay. Or.. at least pretend."
Castiel was inwardly very pleased to be able to go on a hunt with Dean. Sam was searching other clubs for the Siren, with no luck so far.
"Oh, fine," Dean finally agreed, huffing in agitation. "I guess we should go in then."
They walked in together, Castiel looking far more relaxed than the hunter, who had a stern expression on his face, tensed shoulders and a slight rosy hue spreading to meet his freckle spattered nose.
All around were bright flashing lights, topless dancing men and many of the other party goers making lingering eye contact with the pair.
A man who looked to be in his late twenties made his way across the room towards Dean, a purple drink in his slender hand and glow sticks slapped on his wrist.
"Wanna dance?" The stranger asked, trailing his fingers down Dean's arm.
Before the hunter could manage to formulate a sentence Castiel stepped forward toward the stranger, giving him a frightening glare.
"He does not want to dance. He's married, to me." With that, Cas held up both of their hands to reveal gold shiny bands on both their fingers.
When the fuck did he put them there. Dean thought, still thoroughly embarrassed by the whole situation.
The man looked disappointed but understanding and walked away from them back into the crowd of sweaty, drunk dancers.
"Could of bought me dinner first." Dean said, twirling the ring on his finger.
"Now everybody will leave us alone to get to work." he stated.
Castiel had a serious and focused expression on his angelic face but secretly his wings fluttered in excitement as he allowed a small smile to dance across his lips, if only for a second.