Title: Obviously (AKA Why Malls And Angels Don't Mix)
Author: Jayme (aka Welcome2HugTown)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: G
Word Count: 1000-ish
Summary: Cas almost gets scammed in the mall, and Dean accidentally cals him beautiful.
Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or Jensen Ackles... Damnit.

"Oh my," a voice said. Castiel turned to see a middle-aged ginger woman clutching a stack of flyers. Her eyes widened as she pushed her glasses back into position on her nose.
Castiel tilted his head slightly. "Pardon me?" It had not ben his experience for humans to willingly engage in conversations with him, aside from Sam and Dean of course. Perhaps this "mall" made them feel more social. He'd expressed his concerns about being exposed in such a public place simply because Sam needed new pants, but Dean had said it would be fine. He trusted Dean.
"It's just... You are so beautiful." This was definitely not normal.
"Thank you," he deadpanned and turned to catch up with Dean.
The woman sighed. "Such a shame." Cas faced her again. His curiousity was sparked.
"What is?"
"That you don't use it," she said, a shark-like smile breaking across her face. "You see, I'm with Tickle's Models." She handed him a flyer. "And you are exactly what we're-"
A hand grabbed the paper and shoved it back at the woman. Cas looked next beside him to see Dean roll his eyes.
"Forget it, lady," he drawled. "These aren't the droids you're looking for. Move along." He grabbed Cas by the shoulder, turned him around, and began dragging him away.
"Wait, Dean," Cas said, not bothering to resist the pull on the sleeve of his trench coat. "That woman was telling me something. She said I was beautiful and something about tickling models." Dean loosened his grip on the angel's arm.
"It's a scam, Cas. She was trying to get your money." Castiel fell into step beside him.
"But i have no money."
Dean chuckled. "Yeah, but she didn't know that. Her gig is to tell people she's with some phony 'modeling agency'. When she hooks 'em, she'll says she neds a 'deposit' to get them started. She gets the cash and is never heard from again."
Cas looked confused and saddened. "So, she was lying? I'm not beautiful?"
Dean glanced at him and smirked. "What? No. She wasn't lying about that part."
"So, you think I'm beautiful?" Cas looked at him. His eyes were wide and full of hope.
"I didn't say that," Dean backpeddled, and he quickened his pace. The angel kept up with him easily.
"You said she wasn't lying, though."
The hunter silently cursed. "Wel, yeah. Look, convincing an ugly person that they're exactly what a modeling agency is looking for is hard. Scammers like that only talk to obviously beautiful people."
"So, then you think I'm obviously beautiful?"
Dean stopped walking and loked at Cas. He considered the thought for a moment and said, "Yeah. I guess I am." A confused look crossed his face, as if he had surprised himself by saying that.
Castiel placed a hand on his shoulder in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it was too formal to suggest its intent. He held Dean in an intense gaze for a period of time just beyond comfortable. Then, he said, with absolutely no emotion, "It's okay, Dean. I think you're beautiful as well."
Dean laughed and clapped Cas on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." And he kept laughing as he walked away from the stuned angel.