Dean only managed to feel safe and calm his racing pulse down once he had raced into his house nd slammed the door shut. His brain finally seemed to clear of fog as he lay down on the soft couch, had he done the right thing? He considered it and came to the conclusion that yes he had, he had deserved a night of passion but he had no need for unattached sex, that would never be him and he wouldn't change himself, not even for Castiel who now that he thought about it, what pretty damn awesome. Shame he was a Dick.

He was working out back on a car he had taken to fixing up, nothing as amazing as him impala just an old classic he had been trying to restore to its glory days, when he was startled out of his trance by his brother Sam.

"Boo" Sam said and jerked his older brother's shoulders.

Dean ,who had been under the hood banged his head when startled, turned around to his brother, "Bitch , what did you do that for?!" He had been tense al day, he was just waiting for an excuse to
blow.

Sam was surprised at the reaction to such a regular occurence but from the tension Dean was emitting like a tsunami he realised not to push it, "Sorry Jerk, what's eating you?"

"Nothing dude, just need to go out", he realised as soon as he saw his brothers grin that stretched from ear to ear that that had been exactly what Sam wanted to hear, "Urgh what now? Dont tell me I've got to go to another cake tasting or something?" He had secretly loved that but he wasn't about to tell his brother that, that's not how they worked.

"Chill. I just have to go out tonight", he placated his brother, "Jess says i need to get out the house" was mumbled at a lower volume afterwards. Dean smirked, he was much better at dealing with his brother's problems than his own.

"What did you do to deserve being kicked out? finally realise she could do better?" Dean asked, smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed with his eyebrows raised.

"No she thinks I should have fun whilst I'm young, plus you need to get out and nobody could stand to take you out but me" he replied in a huff.

"Fun? You? Does she even know you Sammy?" At Sam's highly unimpressed face he shrugged, "alright dude, relax, we'll go out, there's a new bar in town I've been meaning to check out, I've forgotten who mentioned it to me". Sam agreed to meet Dean there at 10, a few harmless bears as he watched Dean flirt would ease the stress of this wedding, he loved the idea of the marriage but the wedding? Yeah not so much, no matter how much Dean called him "a little sissy bitch".

Dean entered the bar in loose jeans and an olive casual shirt, his usual attire for a night of drinking and harmless flirting. He spotted Sam straight away, greeting him with the usual insults, "Nice hair you got there bfg". Sam just gave him a withering glance.

They talked about frivolous things, baseball games, their next hunting trips and then Sam asked the one question that was guaranteed to really rile up Dean, "So who gave you that bite mark?" It was asked as casually as one would talk about the weather. Dean spluttered, trying to think of a good response.

"A mouse" he coughed out. Yeah maybe not a good response. Sam just laughed. He knew his brother was secretive at first, only letting Sam know of the really promising ones, that's how he knew Tommy leaving him had really stung. He had met him after about a week. Dean had fallen fast and hard.

"Alright dude, just say if you don't want me to know" Sam said as he moved to go to the toilet.

Dean was surveying the bodies filling up the bar, appraising some men, cringing at the behaviour of some of the more whore-like women. He felt he needed this, he hadn't been out a while, the tension had been building, not helped by unexpected feelings last night.

A cough from beside him startled Dean out of his people watching. He turned and took a deep breath as he saw Tommy, heart-breaker extraordinaire. Asshole.

"How you doing Dean, you look good" was the cliché delivered out of Tommy's mouth. Dean only just resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Was this guy serious?

"Yeah well being single agrees with me" he deadpanned. It was then that Dean saw who stood behind Tommy. Ross, the very reason he had been dumped a mere couple of weeks ago. Didn't Tommy get the memo that you don't approach the guy you dumped for the guy you left him for. He saw the cruel smirk on Ross' lip and that was it for him, he had had enough of being screwed over these past few weeks. "Really Tommy?" Dean Sneered. "You left me for this douche?"

Tommy looked surprised at Deans outburst but really what did he expect, you don't come into this type of conversation and expect it all to be civilised, not if you had any qualities of a sociable, decent human. Ross just laughed, "maybe I can satisfy him in bed, I know you couldn't". Dean was slightly surprised at this, him and Tommy hd always had a healthy sex life, or at least he thought so.

"Oh really, you can't think of anything more convincing than that?, Tommy always enjoyed himself, begged practically".

"That's not what he told me..." The statement hung there like an unwelcome visitor. Dean looked to Tommy but when he caught his eye Tommy just looked down. That's when Dean knew that Ross hadn't been lying, but damn it he was good in bed. He was damn fucking sure of it!

He walked away, seething at the evil chuckle he heard from Ross when he turned. He had to get out of their, he knew he was good in bed but was that why he had always lost partners. Hell screw it, he would find a way to prove he was good in bed. During his musings he had travelled out the bar and before he even realised it, he was stood outside of Cas' door.

Fuck it, no strings sex could work a couple of times and allow him to prove he was damn good at sex, this was to prove a point not to act on feeling. He knocked harshly twice.

Cas swung open the door, looking mildly surprised to see Dean before he was pushed against the nearest was and his mouth was ravished.

"What?" he attempted to ask but Dean just swallowed any of his murmurs with his talented tongue.