Wrote some fluffy Destiel with jealous!Dean to try and get over some of my writer’s block. Approx. 1400 words.
When
Dean had told Cas to come out with him and Sam that night, he hadn’t meant for this to happen.
When
he had prodded his friend, telling him to “live a little” rather than sit in
the bunker all night doing research, he hadn’t expected this to be the result.
For
him to be sitting at a table with Sam drinking beer, watching Castiel awkwardly
slow dance with a woman he had been speaking with all damn night long.
It
was obvious that the angel had a group of admirers the moment he had walked in
the door behind the brothers. But this
one particular lady had been really forthright; she bought him a drink and
started chatting him up almost immediately.
That wasn’t what surprised Dean, though.
No…what had surprised him was the reciprocation;
Cas smiled and spoke with her for some time while standing at the bar, even
after Dean and Sam relocated to a table.
He was smiling and even laughed a few times at what was probably a
shitty joke from her. Every time Dean
saw Cas grin at the woman, he took another swig of his beer, gripping tighter
onto the bottle. Sam, meanwhile, was
flashing him concerned looks here and there.
His little brother even tried to redirect his attention to something
else – playing pool, hitting on some other women who had been eyeing them all
night, talking about work…but nothing helped.
Dean just kept watching the angel and this one woman.
And
then a stupid slow song had come on the jukebox and she dragged Castiel out
onto the floor with her. It was obvious
at first that he wasn’t a good dancer – he had even said so, Dean had heard –
but she replied that she didn’t care, and took the lead. After a few initial missteps, they were
practically waltzing, it seemed. And it appeared
as though their bodies became closer and closer together as they got more in
sync with the music and with each other.
Of
course, Cas also had to look so damn
happy. He was smiling down at this
woman – this stranger – like she was
all that existed in the world right then and there.
Dean
couldn’t take it anymore.
He
chugged the remainder of his beer before almost violently pushing his chair
back and standing. Sam called out his
name in concern, but Dean ignored him and stormed out of the bar, choosing to
slam the door open and closed; he earned more than a few surprised and dirty
looks from the patrons still trying to enjoy their evenings inside.
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