Dean could have dealt with all of the flirting - with him. He was used to it. And ultimately he kind of knew he was going to give in. But then the limey bastard started switching it up by flirting with Cas as well. Flirting with Castiel; an angel of the Lord. Before turning his attentions back on Dean – presumably when he got bored of having his overtly sexual everything ignored or misunderstood by the angel. Dean was pretty sure he was either going to kill the guy or die of sexual frustration.
At some point Constantine found a reason to lean over Cas and whisper in his ear. Kept his eyes on Dean the whole time, though. And Cas smiled like a goddamn sun. And it burned like one too.
Dean very manfully resisted the urge to go closer. He was just curious. That was all. Perfectly normal. His mind did flash to an image of trench coats on the floor. Damn it. But he wasn't letting Constantine's goading flirtation affect him. Nope. Not at all. Cas was a frigging angel. Dean did not need that shit on his conscience. His ledger was bleeding enough red ink as it was.
He just wanted to know what the Hellblazer had to say to an angel. That was all. Just curiosity. Why did he need to whisper things to someone else's angel, anyway? Especially to Dean's angel. Shit, did he just think that? Damn it. He didn't mean it like that.
Just that Constantine apparently had his own crazy angel following him around. A Grigori, Cas had said, whatever that was. An angel Dean had never even seen let alone pawed all over… Christ. He had a problem. And he wasn't sure if the problem was Constantine or Cas. Maybe both. God damn it.
"You alright, man?" Sam asked. Looming over Dean suddenly.
"What?" Dean startled. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Okay…" Sam handed him a beer.
"Thanks."
"No problem," Sam said. Still sounding suspicious. But he went back to the table where he and Cas were trawling through boxes of supplies for… something. Dean didn't actually remember.
"So, Constantine," Dean said only a little louder than necessary. "How'd you manage to piss off an Archangel?" John had already evaded this question a few times. But it should do to distract Sammy from worrying for a while, at least.
"Buggered if I know," Constantine said. He dropped into the seat next to Dean. Obviously taking Dean's attention as a signal to start pestering him again. Joy. But at least he wasn't breathing all over Castiel.
"Nothing new then," Dean sniped.
"Brassed off a lot'a people for a lot'a reasons," Constantine said seeming to ignore Dean's addition to the conversation. "Don't think the ol' Trickster ever needed a reason, mind you. Either way 'm fucked." Then, leaning closer and speaking lower for Dean's ears only: "Wanna help?"
Dean caught his breath. Great. Now he had images in his head. He got up quickly to change the music. It gave him a convenient escape. It may also have been opportunity to prove that two can play that game. He frowned at the records for a bit before he found the one he wanted.
"Nazareth, Winchester? Really?" Constantine was smirking at him again. Tapping his fingers indecently against the edge of his chair. "Thought it was more of a Ramones night, me self." God that grin.
Of course Dean got the reference and fricking blushed. Like some teenage kid. He didn't remember when or how it had developed as some stupid code between them. Different songs or bands referring back to various sex acts or hook ups. But he wasn't giving that away in front of Sam and Cas. It was dangerous enough having the damn Hellblazer in the Bunker for a few days at all.
"Punk's dead," Dean snapped. Do- not- rise to the bait.
"Not this one, mate," Constantine said. "Then again, maybe I just wanna be sedated?" He said it with his most innocent tone. Blinking up at Dean like some sort of demonic kitten. And that always meant trouble.
Dean grinned anyway, understanding the kinky implications of the quote. Damn it. Sam was right there. Get it under control, Winchester.
He leaned back against the wall next to the record player to finish his drink. It kept him out of reach but still directly in front Constantine. And, more importantly, just out of Sam's line of sight. Safer. A much better tactical position. It helped that Dean knew exactly the effect watching him drink a bottle of beer could have on the Hellblazer. He'd found out hard and fast the second time they hooked up. It'd been pretty awesome.
"Classic rock is just so much tighter," Dean smirked back at the exorcist.
"Oh shots fired mate," Constantine said, smirking grin and eyes hellfire bright.
"What are you two bitching about now?" Sam said grumpily. But he didn't turn around so he missed Dean letting his drink sit on his lip just a little too long to watch Constantine choke on his own. Probably just as well.
"Just the Hellblazer's lack of taste in music Sammy," Dean said without taking his eyes off Constantine. "Nothing new."