Dwight

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content: Dwight just wants to celebrate a successful hunt, but he gets way more than he bargained for.

tags: fluff, established relationship

author's note: Part 4/6

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Dwight always loved to celebrate a hunt gone right with a cold beer, a greasy cheeseburger and maybe some nice company in his bed afterwards.

And tonight's hunt had been very successful, there is no denying that. He can't recall the last time something went so freaking smoothly.

It's almost scary.

But at the same time it's not exactly surprising. He heard a lot of rumors about the infamous Winchesters and when Dwight met the oldest brother and his friend a few days back, all of them realizing quite soon that they were investigating the same case and deciding to join forces right after, the hunter just knew that it would be one hell of a ride.

And his prediction turned out to be quite right.

Both Dean and his buddy Castiel simply knew what they were doing. They didn't take long to find out that they were dealing with a wendigo, hiding deep within the woods. For real, they merely glanced at a few records and announced, "Wendigo!" at the same time, like there was some invisible bond between them, making them think the same way.

On the actual hunt they acted like a well oiled machine. They found tracks Dwight would most likely have taken days to discover, drew weapons out of their belts and pockets the hunter had never seen before and started to communicate with little eye twitches and some hand gestures, apparently telling each other everything they needed to know.

Dwight felt rather dispensable the whole time, but also vastly thrilled to be able to accompany a Winchester in such a manner.

And that sensation only intensified when that murderous bastard wendigo was suddenly dead just a few seconds later, stabbed by Dean and Castiel in one swift motion, those mysterious weapons of theirs obviously burning the monster from the inside out. And Dwight almost missed the whole thing by making the mistake of blinking his eyes.

Shit, that was fast!

"You guys are amazing!" he can't help raving about after he dragged the two hunters to the next bar and immediately ordered alcohol and burgers to make this night extra special. "I mean, really! All I could do was watch you guys being badass."

Dean smirks and takes a gulp of his beer. "Well, someone has to tell the stories, right?"

And though he's joking and appears all cheerful and relaxed, Dwight can tell that Dean is a bit uncomfortable faced with that kind of praise. It seems that he isn't exactly used to random hunters swooning over him.

Castiel, on the other hand, simply squints his eyes, like he isn't really sure how to assess the situation. In the end he settles on enjoying his cheeseburger and keeping silent.

Dwight finds himself grinning. They really are an odd pair.

However, in his experience, the best teams are always those that don't seem to fit at first sight, but are so much deeper as soon as you risk to take a closer look. The things that are hidden beneath the outer appearance and the attitude – that's what is important.

And the same goes for Dean and Castiel. Granted, Dwight knows them for about a day and a half, but he has always been a good judge of character and it doesn't take a genius to realize that those two are connected in a way which doesn't seem obvious at first, though it's really fucking meaningful.

He can't help feeling a little bit envious.

"And it's not like you were a waste of space," Dean continues, nudging Dwight's shoulder. "You did all the groundwork. And you're buying us booze."

Dwight barks a laugh. "Well, I guess you're not wrong. It a very important part of being a hunter."

"The most important," Dean agrees, a playful glint in his eyes.

Dwight cocks his head. "Well, maybe not the most important," he disagrees, glimpsing at the blonde woman sitting at the counter who had been eyeing them since the moment they walked into the bar.

Dean follows his gaze and starts to grin. "I get your point," he says appreciatively. "Go for it, buddy. We don't mind."

Dwight sighs. He would have loved to since that woman is simply pure perfection and all his nerve cells are buzzing just by watching her, but the way her eyes are fixed solely on Dean makes it painfully clear that Dwight wouldn't stand a chance. He appears like a gray mouse next to the tall and handsome hunter.

So yeah, he can't exactly blame the girl.

"No way." Dwight snorts. "That chick wants a piece of you."

Dean blinks, like he's actually surprised something like that might happen. "Oh."

"You should go for it," Dwight urges, not at all feeling bad or even jealous for helping a hunter friend out. Dean more than anyone deserves some fun. "I mean, that chick is hot and obviously really thirsty. You should go, have a good time. Cas and I wouldn't mind, right?"

He feels very comfortable with his mature reaction, but when he turns toward Castiel he suddenly realizes that he's been dead wrong somewhere along the way.

"Actually I would mind," Castiel counters, his voice stormy and even more gravelly than before. Dwight finds himself leaning back a bit, bringing some distance between them.

"Uh, you would?" he asks, dumbfounded.

Castiel nods with a serious expression on his face. "Dean is engaged."

And … wow.

Okay, Dwight honestly didn't see that coming. "He is?"

Dean, however, appears even more bewildered than the hunter. "I am?"

Very weird reaction, Dwight's gotta admit.

It's not like you can forget such a thing easily.

"You are," Castiel agrees with emphasis while he still side-eyes Dwight, apparently quite unhappy about the hunter's suggestion to go for the girl.

Dean merely blinks, a mixture of confusion and disbelief on his features. "Well, I can't remember saying yes to anyone's proposal recently," he contradicts. "Or getting proposed to, to begin with."

Castiel raises his brows. "You're right, I skipped a few steps. Apologies."

He rummages around in his coat pocket before finally finding what he has been looking for. He places a small, black and very distinctive box right in front of Dean, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Oh.

Oh!

Well, Dwight obviously was right about them sharing a special connection, but he seriously didn't notice how deep the whole thing was going. Damn.

Though a lot of things are making sense now. How they stayed close to each other the whole time, always fleetingly touching or quietly whispering. How they looked at each other for longer than platonically necessary, as if there were drowning in the other one's eyes.

Yeah, thinking about it now, it should have been way less astonishing.

Dean, in the meantime, stares at the ring box in utter shock, ignoring Dwight's probably quite stupefied expression altogether.

"You're … proposing?" he asks incredulously. "Here?"

And Dwight has to agree on that one, it's honestly not the most romantic place in existence. However, Castiel doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who's fazed by trifles like that.

"And – and just like that?" Dean continues, shaking his head. "Throwing that box in my face and figuring that would be enough?"

Castiel studies him. "I thought you wouldn't appreciate me dropping on my knee and proposing to you in a great fashion, with flowers and candles and big love confessions. Was I wrong?"

A flush creeps up Dean's neck. "Um, no," he mumbles, specifically avoiding Dwight's eyes. "I don't want that."

"See?" Castiel states as if he just won some kind of argument.

Dean scoffs. "That doesn't mean …" He grits his teeth. "This is a freaking bar, Cas! There are very questionable stains on every surface here."

Castiel narrows his eyes like he's trying to comprehend Dean's reaction. "Sam suggested I should propose in a bar."

Dean seems speechless for a second, probably evaluating the words he just heard, before eventually sighing deeply. "I'm pretty sure Sam was just joking, Cas."

Castiel doesn't seem happy about that revelation. The corners of his mouth drop and a light pink starts to tinge his cheek while he lowers his gaze. "Oh, I see," he answers in a quiet voice. "Sorry for misunderstanding and making you uncomfortable."

He's about to grab the ring box and take it, when Dean catches his wrist and keeps him from doing so.

"Don't you dare!" he exclaims. "You can't take it back!"

Castiel wrinkles his forehead and glances at the hand clasping his arm. "I don't understand. You just said it's all wrong."

Dean snorts. "It's still my proposal, dammit!"

"Technically I didn't even ask you yet …"

Dean waves him off. "Doesn't matter. It's on the table now – quite literally – and you can't just put it back in your pocket and pretend it never happened. I won't allow it."

Castiel heaves a deep breath. "What do you want me to do then?"

Dean's face suddenly turns soft in a way Dwight never expected. Just an hour ago he watched this guy kill a freaking monster with no effort whatsoever, spilling its blood all over the place, and now he looks like a man who likes to cuddle kittens all day.

It's a very fascinating transition and Dwight is unable to avert his gaze, intruding on a intimate moment be damned.

Thankfully Dean doesn't even seem to recall his presence when he whispers, "Yes!"

Castiel tilts his head and waits for more to come. "That's not an answer to my question, Dean!"

"Oh, love, it sure as hell is," Dean contradicts, grinning from ear to ear. He looks so happy and alive all of a sudden, already scooting his chair closer to Castiel, not once letting go of the man's wrist.

And Castiel, bless his obviously quite innocent heart, takes a while to wrap his head around Dean's words. But finally he realizes, "Oh, you're saying yes to my proposal, aren't you?"

Dean rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. "Yes, idiot. I'm saying yes to marrying you."

Castiel's lips begin to twitch. "Well … great then."

Dean laughs breathily, his smile so radiating Dwight almost feels blinded by it, and then he leans in without much preamble, capturing Castiel's lips in a kiss that's most likely a bit too bold for a skeevy place like this. But Dean doesn't give a damn because he's a fucking Winchester and if stuff like facing Lucifer himself didn't scare him to death, nothing ever will.

"So yeah," Dean eventually says to Dwight after he finally found the strength to detach himself from Castiel at least a little bit, "like Cas said, I won't go for that chick over there because I'm already engaged."

He announces the last words rather proudly before planting another kiss onto Castiel's lips, apparently unable to stay away for long.

Dwight merely chuckles and raises his bottle. He can't wait to tell his hunter buddies that he'd been present for this historical moment.

"Well, it seems like we have more to celebrate than I originally thought."