AN: Trouble in paradise! IDK...
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They kill the couple hours until they have to leave with Cas smoking while he reads and Dean watching TV on the couch; until it's finally time to go and they head off to the picnic. Cas chain smoking on the way as Dean drums along with the music on the radio. Dean can tell Cas doesn't really want to go the party, but he feels obligated to do it. Which could be a good thing, because maybe they can skip out of the party early and actually do something worthwhile for their Saturday off.
"Whenever you want to go, just let me know," Dean offers patting Cas's thigh. "We can have a code word, like sticky." He adds dirtily.
"Very well," Cas nods, "Thank you, Dean."
"We could just skip out." He asks hopefully, Cas just shooting him a 'nice try' look.
Apparently it was important to socialize with the people you work with by attending certain functions, which was weird for Cas to want to do. Dean just figured it was the new leaf thing he was trying out while on the straight and narrow.
They turn down Hibiscus Street, which is peppered with little 1950's ranch style houses, on the cheaper side of town until they find the bright red balloon hanging on the mail box. There are six or so cars lining the street and they pull in behind a beat up old Camry from the 80's.
"She said it's around back," Cas states, trying to inhale every last hit of nicotine form his cigarette.
"All right, let's go." Dean slides form the car.
They make their way around to the back of the house where there is a sign on the fence telling them to just come on in, in disgusting pink curvy letters.
"You ready for this?" Dean winks at Cas running his hand through the man's messy hair.
"Let's get this over with," Cas states swatting Dean's hand a way.
Castiel ditches the cigarette, and pulls open the gate. It looks like they stepped into the twilight zone; everything is sickeningly 1950's even down to the dress that the girl bounding towards them is wearing. Dean can't help but stare at the blonde women; she looks like a young Stepford wife and it's creepy as hell.
"Castiel!" She greets sweetly, ambushing him in a hug as Cas stands there like a rod. "I'm so pleased you could come!"
"Hello, Chasta."
"Oh and you brought a friend," Chasta beams, sizing Dean up. "That's great! We need more men 'circulating' around here." She giggles at her weird library humor.
"I'm Dean," he shakes her hand, "Cas's boyfriend." He smirks as her face falls.
"I didn't realize, Castiel never mentioned," She starts, recomposing herself.
"He doesn't really do labels," Dean informs her haughtily.
"I see," Chasta nods, her eyes calculating before turning back to Cas. "Sally-Ann is here, Castiel, you just have to say hi," She grabs Cas's arm to drag him away.
"Sticky," Dean whispers urgently to Cas who discreetly pinches Dean's arm painfully as a warning before Chasta pulls him further into the yard.
"Beer is over there," She informs Dean with fake nicety not realizing that he's only 18.
"What a bitch," Dean says to himself as he heads off to the booze, might as well he figures. He can all ready tell that the broad isn't going to give up on Cas without a fight.
He grabs a beer and idly chats with some of the other guys milling around the coolers. Sometime later Cas comes back grabbing a beer of his own, discreetly throwing back some pills and chugging the alcohol.
"I told you she was into you," Dean greets, "And did you forget the code word? Because…"
"Not know Dean," Cas warns, handing him the empty bottle so he can light a cigarette.
Cas gets a couple puffs in before the shrill voice of Chasta carries across the yard.
"Oh, god," Dean huffs under his breath, turning to busy himself by taking a swig from his beer.
"There you are Castiel," she skips up to them latching on to Cas's arm, "These things will kill you!" Chasta's brow creases with concern as she takes the tobacco product from his lips and puts it out under her high-heeled shoe. "Dean, I cannot believe you allow this!" She chides him with her hands on her hips.
Cas looks like he's fighting a war between wanting to smite her and having to be polite because he works with her. "You owe me a quarter," is all he gets out, which was about right based on the price of a pack if he was being generous.
"I think it's sexy," Dean informs her, winking at Cas affectionately.
"Being dead, is not sexy, Dean." She states matter of factually.
"Listen lady," Dean narrow's his eyes, because who the fuck did she think she was. She had no idea what they'd been through.
"Dean," Cas stops him, "May I have a word." He drags Dean away excusing himself from Chasta.
Dean and Chasta are locked in a death glare, when Castiel rounds on Dean breaking his concentration.
"What's the matter with you?" Cas asks him quietly as to not draw attention to their little conversation.
"Me?" Dean starts realizing he's being loud, and then lowers his tone. "Me? She's all over you, Cas. And you can't tell me you're having fun here."
"That's not the point Dean," He states as they stare at each other. "She maybe a bitch on occasion, but she means well and I work with her."
"So you have to let her walk all over you? And treat me like a piece." Dean hisses at him. "Bull shit!" He snaps checking his tone.
"I understand you are jealous, but this not the place." Cas warns vehemently.
"Jealous," He scoffs, "Jealous, you think… that has nothing..." Dean grits out anger getting the better of him. "You know what, no. Why don't you ask your new girlfriend to give you a ride home?" He stomps away exiting through the gate.
"Dean!" Cas calls following him towards the front lawn.
"Blow me, Cas," Dean throws back striding off to the Mustang.
"Castiel, is everything all right? I heard unsavory language." Chasta coos, having followed them, as she gets her claws into Cas and drags him back to the party.
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