Sorry it's been a while since I've updated! I promise I haven't abandoned this story! Here have two chapters back to back!
In the blink of an eye, Dean found himself back in the motel room with Castiel. Dean immediately plopped onto the nearest bed, and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked over to his angel friend, and for the first time since he arrived here, he saw a bit of the Castiel he knew in him, but the smile on his face quickly faded when he remembered that he would have to leave this Castiel. "So, how about working some magic and sending me back home?" Dean wasn't really in a rush to get back to the present. It was time travel; time really didn't matter, but he was in a rush to leave here. He didn't want this angel to get attracted to him when there was no possible way he could stay.
Castiel let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, Dean, but I just don't have that kind of power."
Dean looked confused, "What are you talking about? You've zapped me back in time plenty of times?"
"That was a different time. Heaven only gives angels access to that kind of energy in times of great need," Castiel replied.
"Well how much energy you talking about here? 1.21 gigawatts or something?" Dean quietly laughed to himself.
Castiel just squinted with confusion towards Dean.
"Back to the Future?" Dean said, forgetting for a moment that the movie wouldn't be released for another forty years, "1985. Make sure you get your feathery ass down here to see it."
Castiel just looked more confused. Dean let out a sigh.
"Well, I'm exhausted. I think I'll turn in early tonight," He said as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the pillows, intending to go to sleep, even though the sun had barely begun to set, "We can take care of sending me back in the morning." At least Chronos was taken care of, and Dean could relax.
Castiel walked across the room and sat on the edge of the other bed. He looked over to Dean, and stared at his peaceful face. Castiel was glad that Dean was in no rush to leave. If Castiel had it his way, Dean would forget about the future and stay with him, but he knew that was too much to ask of the man, and let the thought fade away.
After about twenty minutes of lying there, Dean decided that if sleep had managed to evade him this long, then the pursuit was pointless. He opened his eyes and turned his head to Castiel, who was still staring at him. Even though Castiel's habit of watching Dean sleep normally freaked him the hell out, Dean didn't mind it this time. It made him feel at home, like a piece of the present had followed him back. He let a small smile spread across his face, and the sight of it made Castiel's stomach do flips.
The more Dean thought about it, he didn't really feel much like sleeping anymore. Then a thought occurred to him. "Or maybe we could go out tonight? There are bars in 1944, right?" Dean said, as he sat up and stretch his back. 1944 Castiel was even less socially adjusted than the Castiel back at home, which meant that taking him out in public should be even more entertaining.
Castiel just tilted his head in confusion. Not even half an hour ago, Dean was completely drained, and now he wished to stay out late drinking? Castiel couldn't complain though; he'd much rather spend the night talking with Dean, rather than watching the unconscious man lie in bed. "I suppose so," Castiel replied, not realising that the question was rhetorical.
Dean stood up and continued stretching, "Alright then. let's-" he began to say before being interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
"I know you're in there! If you think you can get away with breaking into my motel, you've got another thing coming, buster! I've already called the police!" a low voice on the other side of the door scream loudly.
"Shit," Dean said under his breath, "Looks like we can't get out that way."
With that, Castiel raised a hand to Dean's forehead, and they disappeared.
The club was so crowded that no one noticed the two men suddenly appear at the bar. The building was filled with the sounds of people talking and the band in the back covering a song by Frank Sinatra. Castiel enjoyed the music, but he could do without all of the other noises. Finally a bartender appeared, "Hello, boys, what can I do for you?" She barely glanced at Castiel before turning to smile at Dean.
"We'll each have a beer for now," Dean replied, politely smiling back at the pretty, blonde woman. She turned around to pour two large pints from the tap. Dean's eyes couldn't help but wander to look at her ass, and Castiel noticed. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat in response to the strange feeling that tightened in his chest. The bartender could tell where Dean had been looking when she turned around, although Dean wasn't at all trying to hide it. She smiled and unnecessarily bent over to place the two beers on the counter.
As she walked away, adding a certain sway to her hips, Dean leaned to Castiel and whispered, "I think I could get use to 1944." Dean's expression of wanting to remain in his time should have made Castiel happy, but instead it made his blood boil. He couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't make Dean stay, but some ditsy bartender could. Blind with jealousy, Castiel grabbed his beer, and drank all of the bitter liquid in one fluid motion. Dean looked at him in shock. He knew Castiel could hold his liquor, but he was expecting at least a grimace at the angel's first taste of alcohol. So, Dean decided to take it up a notch.
He flagged the bartender over to him, "What's the strongest thing you got?" he asked in a hushed tone, leaving Castiel to wonder what exactly he was saying to her. She smiled, and returned five minutes later with two shots of clear liquid. He pushed one of them to Castiel and said to the bartender, "He'll have ten more." She looked at him in shock, but turned to retrieve the order anyways.
Dean tilted his head and threw the shot back into his mouth. The burn that slid down Dean's throat was a lot harsher than he expected. He turned to Castiel, eager to see the look of surprise on the angel's face, but instead he didn't even flinch as he threw back the shot. The bartender returned with the other ten, and Dean asked, "How much for a bottle?"
"Fifteen dollars," she replied, a little bit of confusion on her face.
Dean slammed a hundred dollar bill on the counter, "I'll take six."
The confusion grew on her face, but it was a business, and a sale was a sale. She took the bill and exited out of a door behind the bar. When he looked to Castiel, the angel had finished all ten shots.
"Feel anything?" Dean asked.
"What is it exactly that I am suppose to be feeling?" Castiel was very confused by the meaning of Dean's question. He felt a number of things: anger, pain, want. To which was Dean referring?
The bartender came back, and set the bottles on the counter between the two men. Then she turned towards Dean, "So, I don't think I got your name, sugar." She added a wink to the end of her sentence that pushed Castiel to open one of the bottles and pouring himself another eleven shots.
Dean smirked and leaned closer to her, "Dean," he reached back for his beer, taking a gulp before asking, "and what's your name?"
"Ruth," she said, smiling shyly.
Dean leaned back and finished his beer. Not wanting to buy another, seeing that he just paid a hundred bucks for booze, Dean reached over and stole the last two of Castiel's shots.
After the fourth bottle was gone, Castiel understood the "feeling" Dean had been asking him about. He felt a slight tingle throughout his body, and for a moment it seemed that all his feelings of pain had vanished. It didn't last long, though. He felt his jealousy return when the bartender appeared on their side of the bar, and began running her fingers along Dean's arm. He took the fifth bottle in his hand, and this time didn't even bother pouring it into a glass before chugging the bottle.
Then the blonde woman managed to work her way into Dean's lap, and that was the last straw for Castiel. He grabbed the last bottle of alcohol, and headed for the door. As soon as Dean saw him walking away, he felt guilty. Dean really had wanted to take Castiel out so that they could have fun together, but Ruth wasn't just hot, she was all over him. None of that mattered now, though.
"Excuse me," was all Dean said to the bartender, as he got up to go after Castiel.
