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42. Creep

"Dean," Cas said cautiously. "You know that I am not good at holding my liquor as a human."

"Live a little, Cas!" Dean slung an arm around Cas and handed him a beer. "We're at a pub, there are people to be swindled in pool…what could possibly go wrong?"

Cas gave him a sceptical look but accepted the beer and took a hesitant sip. Dean patted his shoulder approvingly.

"I'm gonna go kick those guys' asses," he said, nodding at the group of young men around the pool table. "Comin', angel?"

"I'd much prefer not to watch you cheat and lie," Cas said dryly. "I was an angel once, after all. I do have some morals."

Dean's eyebrows rose but then he smirked and shrugged and headed over to the pool table.

"Evening, fellas," he said suavely. "Fancy a game?"

The men looked around at each other and then a pretty blond man, who was obviously their leader, nodded.

"Always up for kicking another guy's ass," he said with a cocky grin. "The name's Jeremy."

"Dean." Dean accepted the pool cue and began to play.

After half an hour of playing with Jeremy and his men, being careful not to win too often and therefore drive them away before the big gamble, Dean looked over at Cas as he automatically did every so often. This time, however, a balding man with a little too much around the waist was sitting at the table with Cas, leaning in a little too close for Dean's liking. Cas didn't look comfortable at all.

"You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen." Dean laid his cue down on the pool table and edged through the crowd towards Cas. As he got closer, the conversation became discernible.

"You're awfully pretty, you know?" the other man said to Cas.

"Thank you," Cas said slowly. The man leaned in even closer. "If you don't mind, could you please move away from me?"

Dean tensed when the man moved closer instead – so close that he was practically breathing down Cas' neck. However, Cas caught Dean's eyes and shook his head slightly and so Dean waited. If Cas thought that he could take care of this creep then Dean at least owed it to him to let him try (even if every protective nerve in his body was on fire).

"I could show you a damn good time, you know," the man hinted, stroking Cas' arm. Dean clenched his fists but Cas decided that enough was enough and he grabbed the man's wrist and firmly removed his grip.

"Leave me alone," Cas growled, still somehow remaining polite and calm. Dean marvelled at his self-control. "I won't ask again."

Dean decided that now was a good time to intervene.

"Hey, Cas." He paused next to Cas and leaned in to give his angel a long, deep kiss, making sure to stare at the old fart next to him as he did so (and Dean could tell from here that he was drunk just by looking at him). The man looked pissed. "You ready to go? I think it's about time we blow this pop stand."

"Of course, Dean." Cas stood up and slid his hand into Dean's.

"Friend of yours?" Dean asked, nodding at the man.

"His name is Frank and we were merely having a conversation," Cas said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Cas' boyfriend, Dean." Dean held out his hand, smirking delightedly on the inside when Frank simply stared at his hand as though it was a poisonous spider. "C'mon, Cas."

Dean began to lead Cas through the crowd to the exit but stumbled when Frank grabbed Cas' other arm and yanked.

"I was just about to show Cas here a good time," Frank slurred. "I'll return him to you in perfect condition."

"He's not interested," Dean snarled. "Now leave Cas alone!"

Frank simply tugged on Cas' arm again. This time, however, Cas seemed to have had enough. He let go of Dean's hand, slowly turned to face Frank and then punched the other man in the face. Frank toppled to the ground, staring up at Cas in shock through his bloody nose.

"When somebody asks you to leave them alone, they do not usually want you continuing to harass them," Cas said firmly. "Come on, Dean."

A grinning Dean followed Cas through the crowd and out of the bar to the Impala.

"Thank you for allowing me to take care of that man myself," Cas said as Dean started the engine.

"Dude, you were an angel," Dean grinned. "I'm sure you could handle one fat, drunk creep. I would've punched his lights out for you if he really started to get grabby."

Cas just chuckled and put a hand on Dean's knee.