Approval
Hamburgers and barbequed chicken: the smells make his mouth water and Dean looks again at his brother—eyes begging to just let him order an appetizer or something. Sam gives Dean a quick glance and then peers back at the front door; only taking a second to realize he is being stared at, giving Dean a double take.
"What?" Sam asks, eyebrows stretching towards the sky.
"C'mon man! I'm starving and your friends are twenty minutes late! Can we please just order something?"
Sam shoots his brother a disapproving look, "No Dean, we are waiting. You won't die. God! Have some patience."
Dean groans and slumps in his seat. Who the hell is twenty minutes late for dinner? Dean could understand one person, but two? They must be driving together because the chances of getting two inconsiderate people in one dinner, is just too much. God! He is hungry! He didn't eat all day- he was too angry. He was too angry to cook one of the meals Castiel had made him. He was too angry to leave the house. He knew if he did leave, he would end up at a liquor store instead of a drive thru. His thoughts are disrupted by Sam's beaming grin. He follows his brother's gaze to two, tall, lovely ladies standing just inside the front door. Sam nearly falls out of the booth.
"Hey! Jess! Over here! Hey!" Sam is waving like an idiot.
"Jesus Christ, Sammy, you want to tone it down a bit?" Dean mumbles, hiding his face with his hand, wanting to crawl away from the flailing giant across from him.
The women glide over to their booth; a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed beauty and an auburn-headed sex pistol with green eyes cap off the end of the table. The blonde bends down and gives Sam a soft kiss on the cheek, just before sliding in next to him.
"Dean, this is Jessica—my girlfriend." Sam says, still staring at the blonde girl's profile,
"And this is our friend, Lexi." He says, finally ripping away his gaze. "We all were in the same lit class for a while."
Dean smiles and nods at Jessica, and then turns to Lexi, offering her his hand out for a shake, she takes it and drops into his side of the booth, practically falling on his lap.
"Ladies, this is my brother, Dean."
Dean eyes Sam, realizing now why he was so eager to get him out tonight. He really didn't feel up to it after everything with Castiel, but he felt even less like explaining that to Sam.
"So, little Sammy has a girlfriend?" Dean asks, sliding a few inches away from Lexi, who is eyeing him intently. "How much did he pay you to be here tonight, Jess? I know this guy couldn't snag a catch like you without some green."
"Dean!" Sam growls, kicking his brother underneath the table.
Jess chuckles, "Sam said you had the personality of a prepubescent, twelve year old."
Dean shoots a glance to his brother, feeling a sneaky smile twitch across his lips. "I like this one Sam, she's quick. Too quick for you obviously." Dean's shin takes another beating.
"So Dean," Lexi chimes in, apparently not liking the lack of attention, "Sam says you're in construction. Do you get to wear the hard hat and everything?" The woman's eyes burn lustfully and Dean feel himself start to sink back into his old routine—he knows this song and dance very, very well.
"Yeah, I got to protect this face, you know—that's my real money maker.
Lexi melts a little in her seat as Dean throws her his best, smoldering look.
"Yeah, that face is way too pretty to mess up, with all those sparks flying everywhere—that is, if you do those kinds of "construction things", like welding and stuff."
"I know how to make things hot, yes . . ." Dean comes back quickly, making Lexi giggle a blush; a churning hunger in her eyes.
"Okay, settle down you two. How about we order?" Sam cuts in while flagging down the waitress
Dean smirks at his brother and turns his attention back to the woman, who has magically spanned the three inch gap he had created moments earlier. Dean feels a slender hand crawl up his thigh and squeeze just below his crotch, causing him to bulge a little. Lexi's eyes narrow, just before tossing him a quick wink. He feels like his old self for a moment, and he knows that if he wanted to, he could haul this chick out to the Impala right now and test the suspension on his old-ride. He knows that is what he used to do and he feels like he could do it again, but something inside him makes him want to push the woman's hand away.
Dean looks to his kid brother, hoping he'll offer a distraction from the show taking place at his waist.
"So, Sammy. When is this whole graduation thing supposed to happen? Or have they kicked you out of that fancy school for being too much of a nerd, even for them?"
"Dean, I am only a junior. I still have a whole year left to go." Sam says, looking a little red faced that Dean is trying so hard to bust his balls.
"A whole year? Damn, I thought you were supposed to be smart, Sam?" Dean pushes, hoping Lexi would have enough class not to grope him all the way through a conversation with his brother. So far, she is showing little promise.
"That's not how it . . ." Sam lets out an aggravated huff, "That is not how it works Dean, you see—"
"Dean, your brother is top in his class you know?" Jess jumps in and Dean automatically thinks Sam has found a keeper. Anyone who tries to defend little Sammy against his onslaught of insults is definitely ballsy— that's enough to gain his approval any day.
"Top of his class huh? Well! I am glad all those years with his genius, older brother finally paid off!"
Jess rolls her eyes and shines a sparkling smile at Sam, and the moose seems to melt at the sight of it. Dean finds himself beaming too, proud that Sam is doing so well—and he knows that that isn't thanks to him.
The waitress comes around and Lexi finally releases her grip. They all order and chat as the drinks are delivered and the appetizers are quickly devoured.
As they finish eating, Dean soon finds he's been left for the wolves, as Jess and Sam kiss and chatter in their own, little world. Lexi moves closer and closer until her leg is locked over Dean's knee and her arms are twisted through his. With his belly finally full and no other conversation to consume him, Dean surrenders and slips back into his old skin. The guilt that gnaws at his temples is soon masked by Lexi's little, gnawing bites on his neck.
Muscle memory kicks in and soon, Dean's hand is caressing the woman's knees. She purrs with the touch, nuzzling his shoulder, while letting her own hands travel a little higher than where their journey began. Dean follows suit, crawling his fingers up her thigh, resulting in trilling giggles and reflexive gropes to shoot from her body. It feels good to have someone respond the way he expects them to, the way he's used to. This woman isn't telling him to stop. Her legs aren't closing the more he tries—quite the opposite actually. She practically has ushers waving him in.
Dean forgets his morning; he tries hard to forget the past twenty four hours and the way Castiel had told him he is too fragile for this sort of thing. He isn't fragile now is he? Lexi sure doesn't think so. The way she's leaning all the way into him, putting all her weight onto his side—she must think he is the strongest guy in the room. That's all Dean wants, is for someone to see him as capable again, and this woman probably finds him more capable than most.
Lexi peers out of the corner of her eye, across the table to her love-sick friends; who are currently consuming each others' faces. She snaps her gaze back to Dean and nods her head to the side. Dean looks over to his brother, feeling a little grossed out by his display.
"We shouldn't be the only two not having fun." Lexi hums, glancing again at Jess and Sam
Dean gulps, he knows what she wants but the thoughts that have been collecting dust in the attic of his mind start to shake themselves off. He tries desperately to shove them back but Cas's blue eyes peer at him through the darkness. His pale skin shines, little moles framing long, lean lines that pull his skin tight across his muscles. There he is, in Dean's bedroom, in nothing but a towel, looking as hungry for Dean as Lexi does now—but his mind is wrong. That is how he wanted Cas to look, but as he stood there in that towel, he wasn't hungry. He was disappointed—disappointed in Dean. Lexi pulls Dean in close, showing him nothing but approval since the moment she sat next to him. It felt good and Dean gave in, letting her climb into his mouth and attempt to lick away the sour taste that has been there since last night.
"Hey Cas!" Sam's chipper voice breaks the droning hum of the restaurant.
Dean opens his eyes, ripping Lexi's tongue from his mouth; he peers over her shoulder to see Castiel, standing at the edge of the booth—beryl eyes washing over him.