Chapter Two.

"You sure you don't need backup on this, Sammy?" Dean looked at Sam, concerned.

"Dean, I'll be fine. It's just a lone werewolf." Sam zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Besides, you have to teach Cas how to get laid."

Dean gave him a half smile and followed him to the door, "Well, call if you need me."

Sam nodded and climbed into the drivers side of the car he stole, "Will do, Dean. Have fun."

Dean nodded and waved, he closed the door and locked it. He turned around and Cas was standing right in front of him, too close.

"He will be okay, Dean." Cas gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, you're the one we gotta worry bout. Let's get suited up, lesson one." Dean put his hand on Cas shoulder and walked around him.

An hour later, both men were dressed. Dean finished doing his hair and looked at Cas through the reflection of the mirror. He was trying to tie his tie, Dean smiled and turned around.

"C'mere, Cas."

Cas walked over to Dean and let out a huff, "This thing is complicated."

Dean tied it in record time and reached onto the counter, he grabbed his hair gel and squeezed some onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together, and pushed them through Cas' hair. Cas closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. Dean looked at the parted lips in front of him and swallowed. He turned his attention back to the hair, but when he looked up, Cas was staring at him.

"All done." Dean smiled at Cas, who returned his smile and looked in the mirror.

"Thank you, Dean."

"Okay, first lesson." Dean rubbed his hands under the sink water to remove the gel. "You have to radiate confidence. You walk into a room and you keep your head held high, don't make eye contact with anyone you don't want to talk to."

Cas nodded, "I understand."

Dean patted Cas on the back, "Let's get to it."

Twenty minutes later they pulled into a parking lot of a bar, a different one from the night before. Cas took a deep breath.

"Okay, Cas. I'm going to go first. I'll walk in and get a table, then you walk in and find me. Remember, confidence."

Cas nodded and watched Dean get out of the Impala, he sighed as Dean disappeared into the bar.

"Confidence." He whispered and opened his door.

He opened the door of the bar with his head held high, he walked in, not looking at anyone. He could feel all the eyes on him, all the women. He spotted Dean and began making his way over to him.

Dean took a sharp breath when he saw Cas walk like that. He watched Cas stare into him. It made him feel something he didn't quite understand. He cleared his throat and looked around at all the women looking at Cas, that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. As Cas approached, Dean watched as his left eyebrow raised. He was now standing in front of Dean, looking down at him. Dean couldn't help but stare up at him, his mouth slightly open. He tried to even his breathing.

Cas sat down across from Dean, "Did I do okay?"

"Y-Yeah, Cas." Dean was still trying to clear his mind of all the things he was just thinking.

"Are you alright, Dean?" Cas looked at him, concern etched on his face.

"Of course. Okay, lesson two. Intimidation. Girls love a guy who can be intimidating, but not in a scary way." Cas looked over at Dean, obviously confused. Dean sighed, "Just watch."

Dean stood and found a girl with her back leaning against the wall, he did his confident strut over to her. She looked up at him and her eyes widened when he put his right hand beside her face, towering over her. She smiled and Cas could immediately understand what Dean was talking about.

Watching Dean work his magic like that made Cas feel proud that he had Dean as his teacher. It also made him feel, what was the word, jealous. Seeing Dean that close to that girl made him uncomfortable, to the point he wanted to go grab him. He didn't though, he stayed seated until Dean came back. Dean smiled, "Got her number, and her hotel room number."

Cas smiled at Dean, but didn't say anything. He waived down the waitress and ordered two beers.

"Go ahead, Cas. Try it out." Dean took the beers from the waitress and motioned to a blonde at a table.

Cas stood and walked confidently over to her, he sat down with no hesitation and leaned in. Dean watched them talk, feeling the unfamiliar jealousy rising in his chest. He took a long drink of his beer and tried to think about anything else. Cas returned shortly with a small piece of paper with the girls phone number on it.

"Good job, Cas. How about we head back to the hotel? There are a few more things I'd like to show you."

They finished their beers and headed to hotel. Once they got into the room Cas began undoing his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. Dean watched him intently, narrowing his eyes.

He's mine.

Dean shook his head at the thought. Cas could never be his. He wasn't gay, right?