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22. in a moment of annoyance

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Dean watches the bartender lean across the bar, laughing warmly at something Cas said—probably in that painfully earnest way of his that makes even his most awkward moments go down easy like a nice scotch—and weighs the risks and benefits of getting into some kind of physical altercation.

“Dude,” Sam’s voice cuts through the haze of jealousy and blind hatred of this fucking douche who thinks he can somehow get Cas to like him. “Relax. You look so pissed I’m worried you’re gonna pull a muscle or something.”

“I’m not pissed.” The bartender says something, and his mouth curls up at the corner. Dean knows that move, and he’s pretty damn sure it looks better on him than it does on this asshole.

“Really?”

“Really.” But then the bartender puts his hand on Cas’s arm, and Dean’s up and out of his barstool before he can even think twice about it. Behind him, Sam is laughing like the bitch he is.

Dean places his hand on the small of Cas’s back to get his attention, and is immediately rewarded with one of Cas’s best smiles, soft and warm and loving. Dean grins back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, glancing over at the bartender’s disappointed face. Dean resists the urge to pump his fist in victory.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, clearly oblivious to the entire thing; he never notices anybody flirting with him except for Dean, which is quite the ego boost. “Greg here was just telling me about a restaurant near our hotel that serves great burgers—he said it’s a great place to go on a date.”

Dean turns to look at Greg the bartender, who seems like he’d be more than happy to sink into the floor right about now and never come back. Dean doesn’t even attempt to feel bad for him. “Is that so?”

“You guys would—would probably have a good time,” Greg says, face bright red. He glances over his shoulder. “Oh, uh, duty calls. Nice to meet you.”

He’s gone before either of them can say another word.

“That was weird,” Cas says, pulling his I’ll never understand humans face, complete with a squint and a head tilt.

“So weird,” Dean agrees, barely stifling a laugh and slipping his arm tighter around Cas. “Now. Tell me about this burger joint.”

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