Hopefully everyone liked that last chapter! Any comments or anything, just review, I'm you all know how! Reviews and any feedback always mean a lot so I'm hoping you'll all leave me some!
Anyways on with the story.
Sorry for any mistakes!
Warning: homophobic comments etc.
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Just as he said, the next day Dean made his way over to Castiel's office. He'd never been before but Sam had given him direction so he had it covered; he even made sure to stop off at the nearest Starbucks on the way to get Cas his favourite drink just in case things went sour.
Oh yeah. He was a genius. And as a natural born genius at plans, this particular plan was obviously well thought through and fool proof, and he had his ever successful Winchester logic to thank for that.
After asking the woman at reception for directions, he thanked her with his best lady killer smirk (what? He was gay, that didn't mean he didn't know how to charm to pants off women). Dean had a good feeling, he was a nice guy overall, and he knew how to get people to like him; he still had that stripper confidence and charisma about him even if he hadn't danced on the floor in over a year. He had no doubt he'd be able to win over any of Castiel's family that worked at this place. Maybe even get to meet his Dad at some point.
The last one was wishful thinking he knew, but it was soon going to be his family too, so he had to try.
After getting a few funny looks from people in the corridor he finally reached Castiel's office. Dean then stood in the doorway for a few minutes, just watching him scribble away at something furiously. His face is all scrunched up with concentration and it looks as though he'd been running his hand through his hair almost constantly. There was nothing Dean wanted more than to crawl under his desk and relieve some of his tension.
Dean cleared his throat and Castiel looked up quickly, clearly startled at the unexpected visitor.
"W-what are you doing here Dean?" Dean didn't know if heard right, but Castiel sounded scared.
"Weeeell I was bored at home so I thought I'd come and visit you, you know I haven't seen your work the whole time we've been together?" Dean replied cheerily, trying to reassure his fiancé, who was now rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"You should have rang me! We could have gone out to lunch or something. In fact, give me an hour and I'll meet you at that Italian place you like?"
Dean scowled; he was fed up of acting like the sweet boyfriend. Something was up with Castiel and he wasn't going to leave until he found out what it was.
"I've got a feeling you don't want me here, what are you afrai-." Dean was interrupted by the sound of knocking at Castiel's door. He spun around only to be faced with two rather smug looking men.
"Z-Zachariah, Uriel. W-what-?" This time Castiel didn't just sound afraid, he sounded positively scared shitless.
"Oh why Castiel, we didn't know you had company. My name is Zachariah." He said breezily, gesturing to himself. "Care to introduce us to your…?" The fair skinned man, Zachariah he corrected, waved his hands, as if to tell Castiel he is now allowed to talk. Unfortunately for Castiel, Dean beat him to the mark.
"I don't need Cas to introduce you for me. I'm Dean Winchester, Castiel's fiancé." Dean announces briskly, holding his hand out more out of courtesy than anything else. He was totally unaware of the way Castiel's face paled.
"Fiancé? I didn't know your kind was allowed." The darker man, presumably Uriel, sneered, a cruel look plastered on his face.
Castiel still hadn't said anything, but Dean didn't really want to turn away from these assholes, as if that remark had had any kind of effect on him. He was furious. It was the 21st fucking century, were people seriously still that narrow minded?
"Excuse me? My kind? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean challenged, as to dare them to continue this conversation.
"I'm talking about foul, blasphemous fags like you. We thought dear little Cassie had gotten over that phase. But it seems he's been infected again, just like his scum of a brother." Uriel replied, with that permanent self-righteous sneer on his face, contorting it into an ugly expression.
"Listen here you dick. Who I fall in love with is none of your fucking business, Cas loves me and that's all I care about it. Now take your bullshit and leave, before I punch that smirk off your face." Dean was practically growling at this point, he could practically feel his rage radiating off him.
"Love? You think he loves you? Then why has he been hiding you away? Why have we never even known he was dating someone?" he retorted, the smirk never leaving his face.
That was too much. Dean strode forward, purpose in his stride, all ready to knock that smirk off their faces.
"Dean stop!" All three of the arguing turned around, where a forgotten Castiel was sitting shaking at his desk. "Please Dean, stop arguing with them. And please may you too leave as well."
The two men scowled once again, before heading for the door. Zachariah turned around when he was in the threshold with a rather sadistic smirk.
"I'll be having words with your Father about his Castiel, don't you worry about that."
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Castiel was furious. Who did Dean think he was, wandering in to his place of work unannounced with no warning, and then getting into an argument with his family in the middle of his office?
"So they relations of yours or something?" Dean said casually, as if nothing had happened.
"Yes actually, cousins. And I would appreciate if you wouldn't get into arguments with them within five minutes of meeting them." Castiel replied sterning.
"Me? But it was them that was spouting all of that homophobic bullshit. Or couldn't you hear them when you were under your desk hiding?" Dean looked genuinely confused, and angry. It was a strange mix of emotions that marred his usually perfect face.
"You will show me some respect." His face had a controlled fury all over it. "This is my place of work. This is the reason I never bought you here!"
"You knew your family wouldn't like the fact that I'm a guy? Is the only reason you didn't want me to come?" Dean said, more softly this time.
Castiel could only hope he hadn't noticed the way his glare faltered and he looked down for a second. Damn his face for betraying him.
"Wait Cas? What aren't you telling me?" Dean asked urgently.
"It's nothing." He muttered, hoping in vain that Dean would just move on from this stupid, futile conversation. It was only going to end badly.
"Just tell me for fucks sake! I'm going to be your husband some day!"
"Dean I said leave it."
"No I will not. Now either you I'm just a dumb dancer who won't be able to comprehend your oh so complicated thoughts or it's something else."
Castiel cursed his body for the way he flinched at that question.
"It is isn't it? It is because I'm a dancer? Are you ashamed of me?" Dean spoke quietly, so quiet it was almost deathly.
"Dean, please, I don't mean it like that. I have nothing against you being a stripper, honestly. But other people will." Castiel replied softly, as if that would soften the sting of his words.
"What I do is completely professional!" Dean shouted. He could tell how frustrated and upset he was getting. Castiel felt the same. He could feel the anger bubbling up. He hadn't even done anything wrong! Dean was the one that had caused all of this mess.
"But it's one step away from being a whore!" Castiel screamed back. His eyes widened, he regretted the words as soon as they had passed through his lips.
Dean looked as though he had been slapped. Hard. And Castiel's words were that cruel blow.
"D-Dean I didn't mean it, honestly I-I – " He was cut off as Dean turned and walked out of the room.
The last thing Castiel saw on his face was the tears beginning to fall.
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Agh I'm sorry for that ending. Cruel I know. But it can't all be fun and games alas.
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