Author's Note: Hey guys! This one was written by my fellow Supernaturalist, Kacee, so from now on, at the end of the fic I'll either write ~Kacee if she wrote it or ~Vienna if I wrote it! Thanks! R&R!

Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel (Destiel)
Universe: Canon (pretty much)
Rating: K
Summary: Dean and Cas go out for a drink.
Word Count: 381

01. Drink

A subtle breeze blew across the old Nevada road as a black '67 Impala pulled into a parking space. A man with a brown leather jacket stepped out of the car and looked at the battered up sign. In bright red letters it read "Lucky's Bar and Theatre".

"Why are we at a a bar again Dean?" the man's companion asked, brushing off his trench coat.

"Because Cas I've had a long day of almost getting killed. Besides, we leave in the morning and Sam's already asleep." Dean replied softly.

Once inside, the two men walked towards the bar. Dean winced while sitting down; he had probably sprained something while wrestling a knife away from that demon. "I'll have three cheeseburgers, please." Cas told the older man washing glasses behind the counter.

"Two scotches over here!" Dean yelled out in hopes of drowning out Cas' request. As the bartender poured the drinks, Dean leaned over to Cas and whispered, "Cas, not every place we go to is going to have burgers."

"... well they should." Cas complained. By leaning over to Dean, he could just smell a hint of cologne. Why is Dean wearing cologne? And how come he is blushing? Cas asked himself. Oh right, he did that whenever they were close like this. Was this the right time for a hug? Perhaps a kiss? That's what people do to show they like each other right?

"Cas?" Dean asked. "Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?" Just then the classic "Single Ladies" by Beyonce came on over the speakers. Dean looked away, still a bit flustered. Cas then decided it was time to act. He pulled out the golden ring he saw in the bookstore labeled "LOTR Replica Ring" from his pocket and gently set it in Dean's palm. His hand became slightly sweaty as he looked the ring over. "C-cas? What's this?" Dean muttered out, knowing all too well the troubles this ring had caused.

"The song said so" Cas replied calmly. He examined the ring closely, and then slid it on his finger as two glasses of scotch slid his way. He grabbed a napkin from under one and placed it around Cas' fingers like a ring. A big, poofy, white one made of napkin, anyway.

~Kacee