Said The Angel To The Bar Fly
PG - Sam/Castiel, Dean
Dean and Cas were at an out of the way roadhouse sharing a quiet beer after a routine salt & burn. Well, Dean was drinking beer. Cas was staring at the tall brunet at the bar.
"Dean" Cas says, eyes never straying from his target, "Will you teach me a good pick up line?"
Dean's eyebrows shoot up in surprise then he follows Cas' line of sight. What he sees is long brown hair and legs for miles.
"More Sam's type but if he's interested, why not?" Dean thinks to himself then smirks at Cas. "Sure thing."
He takes another sip of his beer and says, "What's an angel like you doing so far from Heaven?"
Cas sighs. "You know very well what I'm doing here, Dean."
Dean laughs. "No dude, that's the line. Now get your feathery ass over there and make your move before someone else does."
Cas nods then gets up and makes his way over to the bar. Before he can talk himself out of it he spits out his borrowed line. "What's an angel like you doing so far from Heaven?"
He expects a punch in the face. What he gets is a dimpled grin.
"Seriously?" Sam says, "You're gonna use a pick up line on me?"
Cas shifts uncomfortably. "Um... Yes. Is it working?"
Sam reaches out and grabs Cas' tie and drags him closer then kisses the hell out of him.
The young woman seated to the left looks about ready to explode with glee at the sight of the free show she's getting. Across the room, Dean splutters as he almost chokes on a mouthful of beer. Totally not what he was expecting.
Sam and Cas come up for air and grin stupidly at each other for a moment before leaving hand in hand.
Dean remains where he is and drops his head into his hands. "Son of a bitch!"
The End.