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Cas immediately stumbled away, covering his eyes with his hands as he bumped into a towel rack.
"Dean..I didn't know you would be indecent.." He said guiltily, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for a towel and handed it behind him. Dean reached for it and covered up his chest.
"Just.. the bathrooms a private place, okay?" Dean stood up from the porcelain rim of the bath and saw Cas still hadn't turned around yet. "Dude. You can look at me now."
"I..." The angel trailed off. "I'd rather not turn around."
Crap. He'd given Cas a freaking boner. This was extemely awkward.
"I do not have an erection." Cas answered in a grumpy voice. "My face had very dialated blood vessels and I am quite upset at myself for interrupting a personal moment. I am not used to your alternate form yet."
Dean laughed. Cas was just hiding his face because he was embarrassed. "It's still me, Cas." Dean chuckled.
The angel hesitantly turned around and couldn't help but stare. Dean's light hair was semi-wet, tossed over one shoulder and it fell in a tangled mass of blonde over her collarbone. Large green eyes stared back at him as her full lips were slightly pursed, one delicate eyebrow raised just a tad. She obviously had no makeup on, but Cas felt his heart flutter a little as he tried to tear his eyes away.
Dean noticed Cas's face was red as a beet. He kind of felt powerful getting that kind of reaction in his new body.
"Your collarbones." The angel cleared his throat. "Not as visible in your male form."
Dean shrugged and looked down. His slender collarbones were very pretty lines on his freckled chest, as well as his smooth, adam's-apple-less neck that he'd seen in the mirror previously. "Pretty sexy, eh?"
The angel didn't answer.
"I was not able to find information on who tipped off my sister. She is extemely busy and was strictly not taking visitors." He said instead.
Dean rolled his eyes and huffed. "Great. Know when you can have a little chat?"
The angel frowned slightly. "No. I was not given the opportunity to schedule an appointment. But I will try to contact her again soon."
Dean pushed past the angel as he went out of the bathroom. "Well, I guess all we can do now is wait. And maybe get some new stuff while we wait. And go out to a bar and have some fun while we wait, right?"
"I'm not coming with you." Sam answered already from the next room. "I'm researching and then I'm gonna start my drive back to the Batcave. Have Cas zap you home."
Dean tossed his hair over his shoulder. "Party pooper." He scolded.
"I don't see this as a party, Dean. At all." Sam rolled her eyes as she clacked on her laptop. "See you at home."
Dean spent more than he'd like to admit getting a new outfit. He knew what looked good on girls, so as he looked at himself if the mirror he just would pretend he was looking at a girlfriend instead.
Shopping was harder than it seemed. Not everything fit perfectly and fabrics were weird. Why did he want a see-through shirt for eighty dollars, which needed to be handwashed anyway?
Why the flying fuck was a single boulder holder forty freaking dollars?
Eventually, he bought some Converse high-tops after getting his new shoe size, a pair of high-waisted jeans and a black Metallica tank top that really complimented his new chest, and he shrugged on his old leather brown jacket and looked in the mirror.
"I'm sure am gettin' sexed up tonight!" He smirked at his reflection, bunching and letting his blonde waves fall back onto his shoulders. He turned and looked at Cas, who had the tiniest of frowns on his face.
"Hey, don't be like that. We can be each other's wingmen. Maybe you'll finally punch that ol' V-Card of yours tonight too, how 'bout it, angelface?" Dean smirked.
"I believe your new garments are inflating your self-confidence to undesirable levels." Cas mumbled grumpily.
"Is that geek-speak for saying you'll come with me?" Dean's green eyes were sparkling mischeviously as he turned back to the mirror and folded the leather jacket's slightly misaligned collar.
Cas sighed as he was looking at the ground again. "Okay," He answered in a huff.
...
Ew. Oh, God. Get this creep away from me.
"You sure look like you could use one. Sure you don't want me to buy you a drink?" The very creepy man waggled his very thick eyebrows and Dean almost barfed as the man's eyes trailed down to his chest.
This was going nothing like he hoped it would go.
"Fuck no I don't want a drink," Dean rolled his eyes.
"You're fiesty, aren't you? Why are you at a bar, then?"
Dean began to panic. His body wasn't as strong as it used to be, what if this guy tried to hurt him? Or even...
Crap. He didn't want to even consider that.
"I..uh..already have a boyfriend." Dean spat out, his eyes scanning desperately for Cas, who was looking with fascination at the old jukebox in the corner, flipping the record pages back and forth. Shit, it was cute.
"Hey, Cas! Cas, over here!" Dean waved his hand, and the angel perked up and squinted to find Dean. He began to make his way over, confusion on his face.
Look. I don't know how this praying stuff works but I'm guessing you can hear me right now. Just...do something to show I'm your girlfriend. Dean shot out as he made his way over.
The angel cocked his head to the side and Dean knew he was pretty much screwed. He finally came closer and stood awkwardly next to Dean.
"Hi, sweetie." Dean bit out the word. "Where'd you wander off to?"
"The jukebox. It's inner mechanisms are very interesting. As well as the album art." Cas said, still staring at Dean's face intently, confused at what he was asking him to do exactly.
Dean furrowed his brows and made a microscopic nod at the creepy man next to him.
Cas looked very nervous as he obviously didn't know what to do. Dean almost expected him to kiss him, but he was then reaching out with his hand.
It landed on her shoulder, perfectly aligned with the scar under her clothes on the very first attempt. Cas's eyes were burning blue as he kept his hand there, Dean felt the touch much more intensely than he should have.
Dean blinked up curiously at the angel with wide green eyes, who stared back with a very intense expression, Cas then turned to the man and pierced him with a shockingly sharp blue gaze.
Dean figured maybe this could work. Couples nowadays did all sorts of weird things. Say something! He prompted Cas, who was now staring at the creep like he wanted to smite him.
"This is my human." Cas growled. "Not yours."
Dean had to use all his willpower to keep from rolling his eyes. He started to try and laugh instead. "Aha, ha ha! Oh, honey, that gets me every time." He said in a much louder voice than he needed to use.
The man frowned and finally slid off his stool.
Dean let out a sigh of relief. He patted Cas's hand, still on his shoulder. "Thanks, man. I owe you one. But how about you buy me a drink now, just so we can show that guy not to come back?"
Cas had a somewhat hurt expression on his face as he hesitated to remove his hand, taking another second of lag before he finally curled his fingers together again and shoved his hand in his pocket. He hadn't felt Dean's scar like that since he'd pulled him from hell, and it somehow reignited the intense protective feelings he had for the human soul. It wasn't helping either that now Dean was much smaller in stature and had less strength than his male form.
"I don't like it when you drink, Dean." Cas said quietly, staring at his shoes again. "Someone else like him might catch you very intoxicated and..." His hands curled into fists in his pockets. "..And take advantage of your high alcoholic consumption and the effects it has on your brain."
"Hey. All you gotta do is be my fake boyfriend for the night, and just don't let me leave with anyone but a hot chick, alright?" He patted Cas on the shoulder. "I trust you to make the right judgements."
Cas frowned again. "I am not your babysitter." His voice was rumbling angrily. "And I will not be the one to care for you when you've comsumed too much."
Dean's expression changed just a little as sympathy crept into his eyes. Was he being unfair to Cas, dragging him out here and forcing him to take care of him? Maybe they should just go home.
He considered it for a second.
Nah.
He had a mother-freaking vagina now and boobs. He was a chick, and a very hot one at, with a sexy-as-fuck outfit and dolphin-smooth legs. So he was going to have a little fun.
"So I won't have too much." Dean answered back smugly. Cas frowned, his eyes boring into Dean's face. Finally he sighed a little and dug a wad of bills from his pocket, letting the rumpled balls of green fall to the countertop.
"Pardon? A few drinks for my...womanfriend." He asked in a tired voice to the bartender.
Dean cleared his throat a little. "Girlfriend." He said through the side of his mouth.
"-Girl. Friend." Cas corrected himself, he shrugged his shoulders up a little and sulked back to the jukebox in the corner.
Two hours, eleven hit-ons, and countless different sips of alcohol later...
"Cas..." Dean's voice was breaking as she sobbed at the barstool, her face buried in her folded arms so all Cas could see was the ponytail of honey-blonde and dark blonde hair. Her narrow shoulders shook.
"I din't see WAN lezzer alll nigh. 'N alladese men kep' hittin' on me 'n twas AWFUL 'n I wanmy ol body ba-a-a-ck!" Dean sobbed into her arms. "DIS WAS NOTTA FUGGIN FUHN TIME, CAS!"
"Dean, you are very drunk." Cas came up and put his hand on her shoulder. "We need to go home."
"Whidid dis appin terme, Cas?" Dean finally lifted her head from her arms, her eyes red and puffy already as salty wet tear trails ran down her face.
The angel said nothing as he grabbed her arm and helped her down from the stool, and she stumbled and almost fell to the floor before Cas quickly hooked his arms under her armpits to keep her upright.
"Ee hee hee hehe! Woopsie Daisy!" She chuckled and leaned back into Cas's arms, closing her eyes and smiling.
"Yerso straung, Cas. Cassie. Cassie-Mc-Smitey Smites Curtie Pie Anggel Kittin Hambruger Boy." She grinned and fumbled with her hand and reached backwards, clumsily stroking Cas's cheek.
"Yermy Hamburlgerer Boy, Cassie." Dean beamed, and Cas kept her steadied as she was refusing to straighten her knees and stand, keeping them buckled.
"I'm very glad to be your Hamburger Boy." Cas gravelled unemotionally, getting very frusterated at the severely intoxicated human. He was trying to figure out a way to somehow get her secure so she wouldn't injure her body during landing when they flew back to the bunker.
"Yea. Yea, yerda...da hamburhhelarr te my pie." Dean twisted around in Cas's arms and hugged his lower back, smushing herself very close and squeezing him tightly to her. "Let's goawnn a piknik tergetherr, my Cassie." She began swaying a little, pressing her cheek tightly to his chest and slowly swaying back and forth.
"O, Cassie. My anggerl. Ahhh, Cassie, iluvyeeou. Didya haerr me? I said Eylioveeyeerr." She kissed his shirt and squeezed him like a teddybear again, a goofy smile on her face as she buried her freckled nose into his cotton shirt. "My engill.."
Cas's eyes flew wide and he gripped tightly to Dean as well, flying sloppily in a panic back to the bunker just as Dean gave part of his exposed neck a very sloppy, wet kiss that gave him goosebumps.
He landed in front of Sam, who had fallen asleep with the lamp on, researching.
"Cas, yerr my angil 'n I'm yir humin 'n eilouvyuu soo so much.." Dean was still tightly hugging the very flustered Cas, sloppily making out with his neck and getting alcohol-saturated saliva all over its pale, smooth surface.
"Samuel," Cas blushed furiously. "Please collect your brother."
