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"How're you feeling, Cas?" Dean asked, sitting on the edge of his bed for the night. Castiel shrugged.

"I'm good."

Dean nodded; "good... Fancy going out tonight?"

Castiel eyed him suspiciously; "where?"

"We drove past a nice looking bar on the way here, fancy checking it out?"

"...If you wish."

Dean sighed; "what do YOU want, Cas?"

"I don't, want anything."

"Look Cas, every human wants something. It's why we keep on going."

Castiel sighed too; "I don't know if you've noticed Dean, but I'm NOT a human."

"...I'm sorry Cas."

Cas nodded; "it's ok, Dean. If you want to go to the bar, we will go to the bar."

"Ok then, let's go."

He grabbed the shoulder of Cass tan overcoat and pulled him out of the motel. They began the short walk to the bar Dean had spotted, Cas being eerily quiet. Dean noticed, and stopped walking, grabbing the angel's shoulders.

"Ok Cas, what's up?"

Castiel looked at Dean confoundedly; "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You, you're being, a grumpy bitch. I expect this from Sam. What's up?"

Cas sighed and looked at his feet; "every time we go to some bar, girls come, on, to me."

A grin spread to Dean's face; "don't worry about it, dude. You can be my wing-man!"

"...Wing-man?"

"Yeah, all the girls will flock to you, you turn them down, I'm there to jump in and pick them up."

"What if that doesn't work?"

Dean glared playfully; "are saying girls won't dig me?"

"No, you're very attractive, I mean what if I can't hold them off?"

Laughing, Dean overlooked Cas' subtle compliment and ruffled the angel's hair; "don't worry Cas, I'll save you if you get mobbed. Come on!"

The two finally got to the bar; Cas sat down in a booth whilst Dean got the drinks in. He pushed a bottle of beer in front of Cas and sat opposite, grinning at him.

"Look at all the women!"

Cas nodded and grumbled, looking at the table. He gingerly reached for his drink and looked at it. Dean rolled his eyes and watched the goings on around him intently; especially the women wearing less clothes than recommended. He tried to look as casually alluring as he could whilst Castiel sat awkwardly, his hands on his knees, gripping them so tight his knuckles were turning white. Dean clearly didn't understand how tense these situations made him, despite having promised him he'd 'look after him'. It didn't take long for a scantily dressed woman to walk over, smirking at Cas. She reached out and stroked his shoulder.

"Hey handsome. What's your name?"

Cas stared at his drink intently, hoping she'd just leave. Instead, she perched herself on the edge of the seat next to him, stroking his arm.

"Don't be shy baby, I'm not going to bite, that much!"

Her advances made the angel tremble, he tried his best not to squeak out in discomfort. Dean noticed Castiel's hands shaking and decided it was time to jump in.

"His name's Cas, but, he's not looking for anyone, y'know... You're not his type."

The girl looked at Dean oddly; "oh? Why?"

"I don't like women," Cas mumbled.

"You... You don't like women?"

The girl looked between Cas and Dean before jumping up; "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise... It doesn't seem obvious, you're sat so far apart..."

She briskly walked off, it took Dean a moment to realise what she'd meant.

"Hey, we're not gay together! He's just... Son-of-a-bitch!"

Cas looked up, an apologetic look on his face; "sorry Dean."

The hunter nodded; "it's all right, Cas. Next time, maybe say something else, like, you're married or something!"

"...But I'm not."

"Yes, I know!"

"...You want me to lie?"

"I'd much prefer it than you giving women the idea we're in a relationship!"

Cas looked back down at the table, Dean sighed.

"Look Cas, just, have a drink and ease up, I'm going to go chat up that girl by the bar."

"You can't leave me alone!"

"Well, I'm going to, I'll keep an eye on you, don't worry."

Before Cas could protest, Dean got up and marched over to a pretty blonde by the bar. He stood chatting her up for a good fifteen minutes when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Turned round, he was face-to-face with a very upset looking Castiel with two girls holding on to either arm.

"Cas you dog!"

"You said you'd look out for me!"

Dean suddenly felt a pang of guilt; "oh, sorry. Ladies, I'm sorry but Cas here isn't up for grabs. I however, am so up for grabs you wouldn't even believe it!"

The woman on Cas' right stepped away and looked between the two; "so what's he here for exactly? This is where you come to pick people up!"

Dean went to reply but Cas beat him to it; "I'm his wing-man. When you flock to me I turn you down and Dean jumps in to pick you up instead."

Dean hid his face in his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment as the three women around him glared.

"You thought your little plan was going to work? Did you think you'd work your way through all of us?" the blonde demanded. Dean sighed and looked up.

"Look, you said it yourself, this is where you come to pick people up!" Dean contested, motioning to the woman who'd let go of Cas.

"One at a time you jerk!"

The blonde stormed off. The remaining two women looked at Dean and Cas.

"So, you're definitely not available?" the one still holding Cas' arm asked, frowning. Cas shook his head.

"No, I don't like women."

The woman instantly let go and took a step back; "whoa, ok... Why didn't you say?"

"He's shy," Dean answered. Cas went and stood next to Dean.

"Dean, can we go back to the motel, please?"

The two women eyed Cas and Dean suspiciously, reading too much into what was being said. Dean noticed and sighed.

"No, ladies, no. We're not gay!"

"He said he doesn't like women!"

"But I do! I love them! They're the best thing ever!"

"Yeah, we don't think so..."

The two women walked off. Dean groaned and turned around to face the bar, debating slamming his head on it hoping it was all a dream.

"I don't think I'm a good wing-man," Cas declared. Dean turned around and glared.

"You think?"

Cas frowned and looked at his feet; "sorry."

Sighing, Dean draped his arm over the Castiel's shoulders; "no, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. You've said they make you uncomfortable, maybe we should go back to the motel. We can get drunk watching TV."

Cas nodded; "ok, sounds good."

"Seriously?"

"...Yes. Shouldn't it?"

Dean shrugged and lead Cas out of the bar; they waited for the coast to be clear before Cas transported the two of them back to the motel. Dean instantly made a beeline for the kitchen area, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard and pulling out two bottles of scotch from the fridge he'd stored in there when they'd arrived. He pushed Cas down on the bed and pushed the drink into his hands before grabbing the remote off the top of the TV. As he sat down down next to Castiel, he flicked through all of the channels before just leaving one on as all of them were showing commercials.

"What are we watching?" Cas asked, holding the glasses for Dean to pour the scotch in to. Dean shrugged.

"No idea, drink up Cas."

Dean put the two bottles on the floor and took a small sip of his drink; Cas meanwhile necked the whole glass before pulling a face. Dean laughed and picked up the open bottle.

"Jeez Cas, do you want to be sick again?"

Cas smiled awkwardly; "sorry."

"Nah, it's fine, you have that bottle, I'll have a go at this one," Dean laughed, pushing one bottle into Cas' hands before picking up the other. He shuffled up the bed and lounged across the pillows, getting comfortable to watch whatever was on. Cas looked at Dean suspiciously before copying. Dean grinned and nudged Cas.

"This is the life, eh? Two sad lonely men who can't get laid - won't in your case - and decide to spend their evening getting drunk watching..." Dean paused to see what was on the TV "...Pretty Woman! Hell no, where's the remote?"

Dean began looking around frantically for the remote, before spotting it on the end of the bed. He tried to reach it with his feet, too lazy to actually sit up and get it, but accidentally kicked it off the bed. He groaned and threw his head back into the pillows.

"Pretty Woman it is then..."

Cas nodded and swirled his drink round in his glass. Dean downed his drink and put the glass on the bed-side table, unscrewing the cap of the bottle. Cas looked at him oddly.

"No point in using the glass if we've got a bottle each, may as well drink out of the bottle," he grinned. Cas nodded and shuffled about, trying to get comfy.

As the film went on, the two got increasingly drunk and increasingly closer, until Dean was resting his head on Cas' shoulder, tearing up quietly to himself.

"Why does he do that? Clearly he loves her! Stop being a dick!"

Cas smiled and looked down at Dean; "are you ok?"

Dean sniffed loudly and wiped his face; "yeah... I'm fine."

"Only... You're crying."

"It's just, it's such a beautiful film."

Castiel nodded; "it's ok."

He'd seen enough TV shows and feuds between Dean and Sam to know how to comfort someone. He reached his arm round Dean's shoulders and pulled him closer, stroking his hair. Dean began openly weeping into Cas' chest, not entirely sure why he was even crying but he knew it was about time he had a good cry. He had so much weight on his shoulders, so much responsibility he couldn't cope with, and he was glad Cas was there to comfort him. He buried his face into the angel's chest, becoming overwhelmed with every emotion he had, envying Cas' ability to not feel. Cas tried his best to comfort Dean, but putting an arm round him and stroking his hair didn't seem to be doing much, if anything Dean was getting more and more distressed. He pushed the hunter away slightly to look into his eyes.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

Taking in a deep breath, Dean tried to compose himself before turning into a babbling idiot, trying to explain everything at once. Cas smiled earnestly before putting his hand to the hunter's mouth.

"Slowly, Dean."

Dean nodded and took in another deep breath, going into detail about the pressure he felt he was under having to look after Sam, dealing with everything that was going on in the world, the fact his only real friend was an angel who could leave him at any moment. Cas felt a wave of warmth pass over him, only just realising how much he meant to the human, and how much his friendship was appreciated.

"Dean. I'm going nowhere. I've said it many times, we have a deep bond, deeper than anyone could understand. I'll have things I need to do, but I'll always come back, I promise."

Dean managed a smile; "thank you, Cas. I just, feel so alone. Sure I have Sam but he has his own problems and I can hardly speak to the guy about that stuff! I need to stay strong for him! I'm HIS rock! And Bobby, eh, not really the kind of guy you speak to about feelings. They're the only people I know and trust, aside from you... Y'know, maybe that's why I sleep around? I'm such a mess there's no way I could bring some innocent girl into this! But I still have the need to feel... Loved, so... I don't know."

He sighed and dropped his head onto Cas' chest again. Cas smiled and rubbed his back.

"You'll always be loved, Dean."

Dean made a noise the angel couldn't make sense of. When he lifted his head he realised Dean was laughing. Cas looked at him confoundedly.

"There I am, complaining about chick-flick moments. 'No chick-flick moments Sam!' 'Be a man!' ...And now I'm here, crying! Gushing my heart out, to an angel no less! I am the biggest, loser, ever."

Cas smiled; "you're not. You're human."

Dean paused, staring into Cas' astonishingly blue eyes, a genuine smile creeping onto his face; "...Cas... You're amazing. I know I'm drunk right now, but you need to know, that, right now, you're right up with Sammy on the scale of how much I appreciate people."

Cas nodded, not fully understanding but appreciating the sentiment. Dean rolled off Cas, wiping his face with the bed covers and began getting ready for bed.

"I should probably sleep this off," he muttered, struggling to get his shoe off. Cas, a little drunk himself, concentrated and used his grace to help his friend out. Dean clothes were suddenly in a neat pile on the sofa, leaving Dean in just his boxers and very bewildered. He spun round to look at Cas.

"Thanks?"

Cas nodded and finished his drink before getting up from the bed. Dean watched him as he slid under the covers.

"What are you doing?"

Cas shrugged; "I don't know."

Dean curled up and smiled sleepily; "come to bed, sleep off the alcohol."

Castiel nodded and slid his overcoat off, putting it neatly on the arm of the sofa. He kicked off his shoes, took off his tie and went back over to the bed. Dean pulled the covers down, letting Cas slide in before curling up and closing his eyes. He almost instantly fell asleep. Cas watched Dean sleep peacefully for attempting to try to sleep again.


The next morning, Dean woke up with a splitting headache and sore eyes. He couldn't remember specifics of the previous night, only that he got teary watching Pretty Woman and began spilling his heart out to Cas. When Cas popped into his head he suddenly registered the warm lump next to him, he turned round to see Cas curled up, sleeping peacefully. He smiled and slid out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. He had a longer shower than usual, trying to remember what he'd said the previous night, and the shower being the best place to have deep thoughts. He gave up, deciding to just ask Cas and climbed out, wrapping a towel round his waist. Cas was still asleep when he went back into the main room. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head still pounding. He groaned and began to get dry, pacing back and forth in his jeans as he rubbed his hair with the towel. Cas moaning softly caught his attention; the angel began to writhe under the covers before slowly sitting up. He saw Dean and smiled meekly.

"This sleeping business is, um, tiring."

Dean smiled back; "you'll get used to it... Say Cas, what did we talk about last night?"

He went and sat on the bed, waiting for Cas to respond.

"Well, you just, told me how you were feeling. You're under stress and you feel alone. You also said you love me as much as you do Sam."

"I said all that? Oh God."

"Don't be embarrassed, Dean."

"It's hard not to. Come on, get ready, I need a full breakfast to get rid of this hangover."