Chapter 4
Dean waited patiently outside the chosen bar for Castiel to appear.
He had opted to wear more professional clothing, a black blazer, black pants, black shoes and a button up white shirt, the first couple of buttons open.
Bobby had also passed on ear pieces for Dean to wear and his cell phone near by in his pocket, in case of emergency. He was hooked up to the main agency in case he needed assistance and had Crowley on speed dial.
On the dot at 8pm, a red, convertible Cadillac pulled up outside the bar and Castiel stepped out.
Dean let his eyes roam appreciatively over the choice of classic car, much like his own 67'chevy impala but it wasn't long before Castiel caught his attention even more.
He looked casual, dressed in a simple pair of jeans, black shirt, leather jacket and hair stuck in its usual upwards direction. Yet the attention was still drawn to Castiel…the car didn't help of course.
Dean jumped at the sound of a pack of girls screaming loudly somewhere behind where he stood as Castiel sauntered over.
"What's with the sunglasses man? First wearing them indoors, now at night…really?" Dean mocked, noting the sunglasses on Castiel's face again as he got closer.
Castiel shrugged, keeping the sunglasses firmly in place.
"They hide a multitude of sins"
He brushed past Dean and came to a stop behind him. Dean's heart rate picked up slightly as he felt Castiel's warm breath tickle the back of his neck and his voice rumbled low down his ear.
"Besides…I look hot, wouldn't you agree?"
He growled down Dean's ear seductively, before giving his ass a firm squeeze.
Dean jumped, almost letting out an unmanly squeak and before he knew it he was alone.
"Damn it" he muttered under his breath, realising he had lost the singer already.
Dean pushed his way inside the bar and started on his mission to re-locate the star who had so easily given him the slip in the first 2 minutes.
It was going to be a long night.
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Having finally located Castiel's whereabouts, Dean stood close by watching his every movement and everyone else's movements around him.
It was important that he stay alert in case of rabid fan girls…or fan boys. Problem was, it was clear that Castiel did not want a babysitter and he loved the attention off fans, letting them get up close and personal as often as possible. Making Dean's job incredibly difficult.
Castiel was currently on the dance floor, practically enclosed by at least 4 people surrounding him. Dean noted he didn't seem to mind, but his professional mind told him to intervene, especially when he seen some guy making grabby hands for Castiel.
Dean pushed his way through people on the dance floor and grabbed the 'grabby hands' guy by his jacket and pulled him backwards.
"Enough with the greedy hands pal" Dean said, his voice straight laced and screaming authority.
"Hey, watch the coat dude…and who the hell are you anyways?" the kid yelled, shaking Dean off.
"I'm his bodyguard and I'm telling you, quit with the grabbing or you're out"
Castiel noticed the slight scuffle and raised an eyebrow at Dean, before sighing loudly and pushing past the Winchester, heading straight for the bar.
Dean gave a final glare and pointed his finger in warning at the kid's face, before following after Castiel.
"You should be more careful…" Dean started, as he reached Castiel at the bar.
The singer rolled his eyes and turned to Dean.
"I was having fun…no harm done. See this is what I hate about you guys…how am I supposed to enjoy myself when you just threaten anyone who comes near me?"
Castiel ranted, shaking his head and turning back towards his drink in front of him.
Dean frowned slightly, to be fair he could see Castiel's point. He was only human after all, a young twenty something who wanted to have some fun, but duty called for Dean.
"I get it OK? But this is what I've been assigned to do…If something happened to you, if you got hurt on my watch…I would never forgive myself."
For a moment Castiel looked almost comforted by the comment, he downed his drink and faced Dean.
"I can look after myself sweetheart; don't need a big, bad babysitter looking over my shoulder."
Dean scoffed at Castiel's attitude and watched him storm off back to the dance floor. He instantly took out his phone and texted Bobby.
It's Gonna be a long night Bobby. This guy is impossible.
D
He hit send and let his eyes fall back onto Castiel, who was now grinding with the same guy Dean had threatened moments before.
Dean knew he was doing it deliberately to get to him, but he let it slide and Castiel continued to have his 'fun', while Dean ignored the knot of jealously twisting away in his stomach.
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A couple of hours had passed and Dean hadn't needed to do much for Castiel.
He could see the singer got irritated by a few fan girls that wouldn't leave him alone, so Dean had to intervene and tell them to back off, to which surprisingly Castiel was grateful for and thanked Dean.
Other than that, Castiel was adamant he didn't need assistance and the night had been fairly quiet overall. Most of it spent watching and observing the singer as he drank himself stupid and danced the night away.
At around 2am, Castiel stumbled across to Dean and leant against the bar next to him.
"You're wasted" Dean stated. Not even looking at the singer.
"What of it huh…" Castiel slurred, poking his bodyguard lightly in the arm.
Dean couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of the action.
"So superstar…finally had enough?"
Castiel hiccupped and nodded his head, latching onto Dean's arm.
"I want to go home now" He said slowly, looking right at Dean.
"Ok, let's go."
It had been awhile since Dean had to drag a drunken person home and he remembered exactly why he never offered to be the driver in his group, Dean hated this part of a night out. But this was now part of his job, especially if the partying ways of Castiel were to be believed.
"I want to drive…where is my car?" Castiel slurred, looking around as they got outside and still latched onto Dean's arm for support.
"Like hell you're driving anywhere…I'll call Crowley in the morning, tell him to come get your car. I'll drive you home tonight."
Dean half dragged a drunken Castiel to his impala, noting that he really should get a professional car for this job.
Castiel beamed as they reached the car, smiling widely.
"It's so pretty"
He said, stroking the impala and resting his head on the bonnet.
"Yeah yeah it's awesome…now get your sweaty head off my car." Dean grumbled, pulling Castiel up and unlocking the passenger door.
"Now…you gonna puke?"
Castiel shook his head.
"You sure?"
Dean asked again, raising his eyebrow at Castiel.
"Yeahhh…no…I think not"
Castiel waved a hand at Dean and pulled open the door, throwing himself into the car.
"Fine…you puke in my car, you clean it up though, got it?"
He heard Castiel mumble something that sounded a lot like "Whatever" and sighed heavily, closing the door behind the singer and heading for the drivers side.
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The ride to Castiel's house proved to be entertaining.
Dean laughed pretty much the whole way, while Castiel sang loudly to Dean's AC/DC tapes and hung his head out of the car window like a dog.
When they pulled up outside Castiel's house, Dean couldn't help the shock that washed over his face.
"WOW, this is some place you got." He said, taking in the view of the house, it was massive and downright amazing.
"It's OK…" Castiel grumbled, pushing open the car door.
Dean ran round to the passenger side to help Castiel out, but the singer froze in the car seat and stared straight ahead.
"Castiel?" Dean asked carefully, a slight moment of panic washing over him.
Before they could think twice about it, Castiel threw up in Dean's beloved impala.
"SON OF A BITCH"
Dean yelled loudly, not caring that it was almost 3am and he could wake the neighbours.
Castiel lifted his head and swayed slightly, groaning at the sight of puke.
"Gross"
Dean practically yanked Castiel from the car and threw him onto the grass; he took in the sight of puke in his car before grumbling to himself angrily and slamming the door.
He turned to Castiel, who was now lying face down on the grass and pulled him up by the back of his leather jacket and dragged him to the front door of the house.
"You son of a bitch, I swear to God I don't care if you're a fucking star…you will clean that up tomorrow" Dean ranted, while Castiel fumbled in his pockets for his house key.
He effectively ignored Dean's ranting and found the key.
"A-ha!" he exclaimed, trying to push the key into the lock.
Dean grew more and more frustrated and snatched the key from Castiel.
"Oh for fucks sake…give it to me"
He fiddled with the key a few times before managing to unlock the door and pushed Castiel inside the house.
"You are very…very…grumpy…you may go now" Castiel said hiccupping and waving his hand at Dean.
"Oh believe me…I'm going. Worst night of my entire career and you WILL pay for any damage you have done to the interior of my car"
Castiel rolled his eyes and stumbled further into his house and Dean stormed out, slamming the front door shut behind him.
*Never Again* Dean thought angrily.
He stomped back over to his impala and got inside, grimacing at the mess on the floor.
"Poor Baby…he will pay for that" Dean mumbled, petting the car seat and driving off into the night.