A/N: So since the first chapter was so well-received, here's the second installment of "He's NOT my Boyfriend". This chapter is mostly about Dean and Castiel, with a little bit of an interaction with all four of our boys at the end. Your guys' reviews make me very happy, and I'm glad you all like it so far!
Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I forgot to do this on the last one, so here you go. I own nothing about Supernatural. I just write the characters into compromising situations for my own enjoyment. =)
Dean lounged on his bed, casually flipping through a Rolling Stones magazine. It had been two days of lockdown and he was bored out of his mind.
"You don't have to hold me prisoner, you know." He called out to Cas.
"You don't exactly have the best track record, Dean." Castiel responded from where he was leaning against the wall.
"I'm not going to sleep with Crazy Cat Lady, Cas."
"The Lar plays up to your deepest desires, and as I said, your track record is not admirable."
"Well if you're going to babysit me we can at least go on a field trip." Dean said, tossing the magazine aside and standing.
"To where?"
"Just come with me." Dean grinned mischievously, grabbing his keys.
"Dean, I don't find this wise."
"Come on, Cas! Gabriel let Sam go out. I do have self-control you know."
"Gabriel took Sam to get supplies." Cas reminded Dean. "It was necessary and they won't be gone long."
Dean sighed and gave Cas a pleading look, holding up his keys. Castiel lowered his gaze, contemplating Dean's request. Finally he sighed and pushed himself off the wall, nodding. Dean grinned and opened the door, leading Cas out to the Impala. They drove for several minutes in silence. Finally Cas turned to Dean.
"Dean, where are we going?"
"You'll see." Dean smirked, pulling into the parking lot of an unmarked building with blacked out windows. Dean motioned for Cas to follow him into the building. The angel did so reluctantly, stopping dead in his tracks once inside.
"Dean, this isn't exactly the best place to go to avoid being seduced." Cas said, squinting through the strobe lights at the scantily clad women.
"Relax. We're just window shopping. If I start to get…handsy…just zap us back to the motel."
Cas started to protest but Dean was already heading toward the bar. Cas sighed and followed, sliding onto the stool next to Dean.
"Two scotches, please." Dean told the waitress, who nodded and winked, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. Dean grinned and winked back and Castiel nudged him in the ribs, giving him a pointed look. Dean cleared his throat and nodded, accepting the drinks from the waitress, who gave him a pointed look.
"He's cute."
Dean looked at her, confused, and she nodded toward Castiel. "Oh, no, he's not my boyfriend." Dean said.
"Okay." The waitress said, unconvinced. Dean smiled until she had turned around then he grimaced and slid one of the glasses over to Cas.
"What was the point of coming here, exactly?" Castiel asked, downing his drink in one swallow.
"Careful, Cas. You don't wanna go too fast." Dean said, taking a drink of his own glass.
"Angels have a higher tolerance for alcohol than humans do. We need to consume approximately three times as much to feel the same effect."
"Oh. Well, then by all means, drink up." Dean grinned, downing the rest of his glass. "We came here to have a little fun. We can't hunt, so we might as well do something enjoyable."
"To who is watching scantily clad women dance around poles enjoyable?" Castiel wondered, looking around at the girls on stage.
"To just about every man on Earth." Dean said as if it were obvious. "I mean, assuming they're straight."
"Then I must not be 'straight'." Castiel said, uncomfortably shifting away from a dancer who was passing by.
"You what?"
"I do not find this enjoyable, Dean." Castiel told him urgently. "If I don't find this enjoyable am I not 'straight'?"
Dean rubbed his eyes and sighed. "No, Cas, it does not mean you're not straight. You're an angel. You're bound to be uncomfortable around strippers."
"But if I wasn't 'straight' would that bother you?" Castiel asked.
"What? No! Wh – you're not gay Cas. You're an angel. For all we know you're asexual or whatever." Dean said. "Now can we stop talking about this? I just want to drink and watch some women dance."
Castiel shrugged and Dean ordered another two scotches, turning on his stool to watch the women on stage. He and Castiel watched the stage for a good twenty minutes before the amount of liquids he had consumed got to him. He turned to Castiel.
"Wait here, I have to pee."
"Dean I don't…"
"I'll be fine, Cas. You're not coming into the bathroom with me." Dean insisted, standing from the stool. Castiel gave in, slumping back against the bar and Dean made his way toward the bathroom. He entered the tiled room to discover that it was empty. He made his way to a urinal when the door opened again. He looked over to see Castiel walking into the room.
"Damnit Cas, I told you not to follow me!"
"I'm sorry Dean. I couldn't help myself." Cas said, approaching Dean, placing his hands on the hunter's shoulders.
Dean backed away. "Woah, what are you doing?"
"Don't resist this, Dean. I know you want it was much as I do."
"What are you talking abo-" Dean was cut off when Cas' lips covered his own. Dean froze, but Cas didn't move away. Instead he began moving his lips against Dean's, slipping his tongue through and running it against Dean's lips.
Dean held his hands up, confused as to where to put them. Slowly he felt himself giving into the embrace, his lips moving against Castiel's hesitantly. Just as he was about to place his hands on Castiel's shoulders the door burst open and Castiel sprang away to reveal another form at the door.
"Cas?" Dean looked between the Castiels, confusion evident in his face.
"Dean, run! It's the Lar!" The Cas standing at the door shouted.
Dean looked at the fake Cas, confused, and pulled his knife, rushing toward the door. The fake Castiel grabbed him and threw him across the room into a stall. Dean crumpled against the grimy toilet, his vision blurring. He squinted up at the two Castiels, who were swinging and dodging each other.
"Cas, catch!" Dean threw the knife and one of the Castiel's caught it. He sincerely hoped it was the real Castiel as darkness clouded his vision, and he slipped down to the floor, unconscious.
When Dean finally came to he had a pounding headache. He rubbed his temple with his palm and tried to sit up.
"Don't move." Came a gruff voice.
"Cas?" Dean said, squinting up at the angel. "Where are we?
"At the motel. You've been unconscious for about two hours." Castiel explained, handing Dean a glass of water and a couple pills. Dean accepted them gratefully and popped the pills into his mouth, draining the glass of water.
"What happened? After I passed out, I mean."
"The Lar attacked me. You threw me the knife and I tried to stab it, but I missed and it disappeared. This was exactly why I didn't want you to go alone, Dean."
"Wait, if that was really the Lar, then why…" Dean trailed off. The Lar had appeared to him as Cas. But that was ridiculous. Dean wasn't attracted to Cas! Hell, he was attracted to any guy!
"The Lar appears to you as what you truly desire." Castiel said. "Whether you are willing to admit to yourself that you desire it or not."
"But that's stupid. It appeared as you!" Dean said. "No offense, Cas, you're a great person…angel…whatever. But I don't desire you."
"The Lar seems to disagree." Castiel said flatly.
"Well, I disagree with the Lar." Dean said harshly, standing from the bed and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
"Dean is that wise right after hitting your head?"
"I've done worse after experiencing worse, Cas, trust me." Dean said, taking a large drink, grimacing as it burned his throat. Castiel sighed and sat in a chair, leaning on his elbows. Dean took another drink and nearly choked on it when the door slammed open and Gabriel strolled inside. Sam followed behind, laden with shopping bags.
"I thought you guys were going for food." Dean said.
"Correction, we were going for supplies." Gabriel said. "Which we did, in fact, do. We just made a few stops along the way."
Sam set the five shopping bags on the bed and Gabriel began pulling things out. There were clothes, hair care products, shoes, and an assortment of small knick knacks that were certain to be a burden on the road.
"What is all this crap?" Dean asked. "Sam, you let him buy all this stuff?"
Sam shrugged. "It was easier to just let him do what he wanted than argue with him. Have you ever tried to argue with a trickster, Dean?"
"No, but this crap is going to slow us down on the road. We don't have room for all of it!"
"That's why it's staying with me." Gabriel said cheerfully. "Please, you think I actually bought you a gaming console so it can get ruined in the back of that death trap you call a car?"
"Hey! Watch what you say about my baby!" Dean snapped defensively.
"Anyway, this bag is all of your hunting stuff. Salt, iron chains, the works." Gabriel held it out to Dean. "And this bag is Sam's clothes, and this one Dean's."
Sam and Dean took the bags and looked through them.
"At least he knows my style." Dean said, pulling out a package of black t-shirts and an assortment of button-ups.
"Really, Gabriel? Plaid?" Sam asked, pulling out his shirts.
"You can't say you don't wear a lot of plaid, Sam." Gabriel said, plopping into the chair next to Castiel.
"I do not!" Sam protested. Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, dude, you kind of do."
Sam glared at him and Dean held his hands up apologetically. They put their clothes back in the bags.
"What did you guys do today?" Sam asked.
Dean looked at Cas and sighed. "We went on a field trip, and got hit up by the Lar."
"What? You waited until now to mention this?" Sam exclaimed.
"It wasn't exactly the best experience I've had in a while. I'm not really all that eager to talk about it."
"Well, you kind of have to. What happened?"
"I got bored and took Cas to a strip club. I went to the bathroom and the Lar approached me. Cas had followed me and was able to stop me from doing anything with it, and it threw me across the room. Castiel tried to stab it and it disappeared."
"What was it like. I mean, what did it appear as?"
Dean cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes.
"It appeared as m-"
"Angelina Jolie!" Dean interrupted Cas, throwing the angel a dirty look. "Good old Angelina, that's who it was."
"Okay…why don't I believe you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, why don't you?" Dean countered. "It was Angelina Jolie."
"Dean, you're my brother. I can tell when you're hiding something."
Dean rubbed his face and cleared his throat. "Fine. This doesn't mean anything though. The Lar obviously got confused." Dean looked over at Cas, who raised his eyebrows. "It was Cas."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "The Lar appeared as Cas? To you?"
"Yeah. But there's no way that could be right. I mean, come on! Me, desire Cas?"
Sam shrugged. "Well, I mean, you guys do act sort of…"
"What? Gay?" Dean demanded.
"No! Just…flirtatious."
"I'm not in love with Cas!" Dean shouted. "No offense to him but he's not exactly my type. Too much down there and not enough up here." Dean said, gesturing to his chest.
"Right. Well, regardless of how it appeared to you, now that we know how it's going to appear we need to come up with a plan." Sam said, sitting on his bed. Dean sighed and plopped onto his bed while the angels drug their chairs up to form a sort of powwow.
Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying hard to focus on what his brother and the two angels were saying. It was going to be a long night.