"Tell me Cas I can't stand it."
"I can have secrets if I want to Dean."
Dean put his head on the bar and groaned, " I am seriously going to have a meltdown if you don't tell me."
Castiel had been sitting there drinking with Dean for three hours and he was no closer to getting drunk than when they first went in, Dean on the other hand was hammered.
The angel smiled to himself and ordered another round on Dean, "You are drunk."
Dean looked up at him bleary eyed, swaying back and forth, "I gotta leak the lizard baby you stay right here."
Castiel watched Dean stagger to the bathroom leaving the angel alone for over fifteen minutes before he went looking for his lover.
"Dean…Dean are you in here?"
"No."
Castiel started at one end looking for him until he tripped on a pair of boots sticking out from under a bathroom stall, he crawled underneath and found Dean sitting there with his eyes closed.
"Go away Cas, you keep secrets…it's that guy Sammy set you up with I know it."
Castiel lifted him up, kicked the door open and carried Dean bridal style through the bar as the crowd watched.
"Nothing to see here people my boyfriend is drunk."
Dean's head fell back, "I'm not his boyfriend."
Castiel kicked open the door to the bar and put Dean on a bench, "Stop this, you worry about a ride to the motel that happened ages ago. I never went out with him."
"I can tell when you're keeping secrets blue eyes."
Castiel stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled something out, "You think poorly of me but no man could ever own my heart except you."
"But he can have all the good stuff right?"
Castiel took something out of his pocket then looked at Dean with hurt in his eyes, "I thought my heart was the good stuff."
The angel bent over him and pinned something to Dean's jacket, Dean looked down and frowned, "What's this?"
"Wings, you said you wanted wings and I got you some. Sam helped me find them, they are sterling silver pilots wings."
Dean finally focused and looked closer, "Awesome Cas thanks! This is an antique or something…for me?"
"Yes, you're my angel Dean and its November our anniversary."
"I stabbed you in the heart."
"Yes and I fell in love."
Dean took his sleeve and polished the pin, "Well…sorry I stabbed you baby."
"I'm not, if you hadn't stabbed me we might not be sitting here right now and you wouldn't be my boyfriend."
Dean curled up on the bench and put his head on the angels lap, "Well then you're welcome."