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Cas knew Dean was watching him from across the dance floor. He could almost feel the hunter staring daggers into his back, or maybe his ass, being a human was weird.
Cas grinded up on the DJ, he could feel the bass in his chest, and a growing hardness pressing into him from behind.
“I'm gonna go grab a drink.” Castiel shouted over the music, turning into the DJs body and palming the man’s growing erection before leaving.
“Wait I don't even know your-” the DJ started, but the leather-clad mystery man was already gone.
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Dean saw Baby disappear from the DJ table, and scowled. He was in the middle of the dance floor, turned on by his little show. He smirked. Two could play at that game. He knew Baby was watching somewhere.
Dean turned, locking eyes with a busty blonde across the dance floor. He made a ‘come-hither’ gesture with his finger and tossed her a wink. She smiled, tossed her hair, and sauntered over to him, grinding her nicely formed backside onto Dean.
He smiled, putting his hands on her hips, matching her rhythm. Although this girl seemed nice, and was at least a 9 on the hotness scale, he couldn't keep his thoughts on her. Not when he had seen Baby's bumper in leather lowriders.
He found himself getting even more flustered, to the blonde's delight. “I'm gonna get a drink.” Dean purred in her ear, “I'll be back, sweetness.”
He turned and made his way back to the bar, where a familiar face was waiting for him with his beer.
“Well that didn't go like you thought, huh, hotshot?” Said the bartender.
“Shut up, short stuff.”
“Ouch, my nonexistent feelings.”
“Seriously don't you have ANYWHERE else to be?”
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“You know I’m right!” the brunette said to Sam over the pulse of the bass, “Deadpool would kick Stark’s ass in a sass off. I mean have you seen any of his fourth wall breaks and eternal love for dick puns?”
“Alright, alright,” Sam laughed, playing with her hand across the small bar table, “You have a point. But that doesn’t mean he is better than Thor.”
As the pair debated comic book personas, the brunette’s eyes flitted up and down Sam’s body, sizing him up.
“You have a really great jawline, you know that? Very strong.”
“Oh, uh, thank you. It runs in the family I guess.” Sam smiled bashfully.
“I’m kind of sick of this place. I know a killer little piano bar downtown if you want to join me.” She smiled, running her thumb across Sam’s hand.
“I’d love to. I just have to tell my brother I’m leaving. Can I meet you by the door?”
She stood, closing the gap between them. “Sure,” she said into his ear, kissing his cheek before leaving. She turned around once, and smiled at him again.
“Fuck.” Sam whispered under his breath, and stood, racing to find his brother before anyone noticed his growing excitement.
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“What can I getcha, hot stuff?” the short bartender asked a well, riled Cas.
“Whatever you’ve got that tastes like motor oil, and a shot of Jack.”
“Right away, sweetness.” the bartender got Cas his drinks, and hurried over to the other end of the bar, where a flustered Dean was leaning. He smacked the taller man on the back of the head lightly.
“Ow! What was that for?”
The bartender pointed over to Cas, who was facing away from them, bobbing his head to the music. “Get your fine ass over there and ask him to dance, or so help me I’ll order you four more specials.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going!”
“Don’t get side tracked this time!” the tender called after him, his voice lost in the pulse of the bass.
“There you are, Baby.” Dean said, sliding up next to the leather clad Adonis, “care to dance?”
“It only took you 5 seasons.” Cas said with a smirk.
“What was that?”
“I said yes, you dolt.” Cas grabbed his hand, and led him onto the floor, but before Dean had a chance to react, Cas had his hands gripped firmly to Dean’s hips. he leaned forward, and into Dean’s ear he said, “But only if I get to drive.”
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