Dean was sitting in a bar when a man came up to him. He was wearing a trench-coat, like Cas. And had blue eyes. Like Cas.

"Hey, good-looking."

Dean gave him a once over. He shook his head, "Sorry, pal. Not my type."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Not your type?! Blue eyes, long coat, unspeakably old and a little bit immortal? I'm your type on legs, big boy."

Dean choked on his beer. When he finally managed to swallow correctly, he took a big gulp… and spewed it across the bar-counter as Cas appeared next to him, his serious face less then two inches away from his. Those big blue eyes seemed to gaze into his soul- wait, what?! Since when did Dean think like that?

"Whoa, hel-lo," the infernal man next to him started. Castiel paused and Dean felt something in his head twinge and he rocked forward in slight pain. Cas' eyes flared and he reappeared next to the man, rearing up on the balls of his feet, his coat flapping a bit. He towered above the man.

"I'm an angel of the f****ing Lord. I will smite you if you lay a single eyelash on him!" then with a dramatic flap of his coat he turned around, gave dean a full-on kiss on the lips and zapped him away.

The man smiled. He raised his wrist and spoke discreetly into the receiver strapped onto his wrist. "Captain Jack Harkness reporting in. Mission accomplished."

Then, Jack reached out, picked up Dean's abandoned drink, glugged it back in one swallow, then got up to find some women…