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“I bet I could get his number and a date in less than a minute.”
Dean Winchester spoke with easy confidence as he eyed a handsome man sprawled against a tree, reading a book in the wake of the unexpectedly warm November day. He and his friends had been walking by, headed to lunch while they were free from classes, when he caught sight of the man.
“Hah,” his comment was met with a derisive snort, punctuated with amusement. His friend, Benny, looked at him with a slight half-smile. He scrubbed a hand over his cheek, scratching absently at his short beard. “Yeah right. He’s out of your league, Winchester. Novak’s don’t date. They just curve all the tests.” His accented words were said lightly with a hint of scorn marking the surname of the man.
His other two friends made noises of agreement at what Benny had said and one clapped a hand on to Dean’s shoulder with a laugh. “You’re out of your zone here, man. Ain’t no way a Novak would date someone like you anyways.” Dean shrugged away the hand, pulling a face at the comment.
See, Dean Winchester wasn’t exactly a positive influence. He was like a barely contained wildfire, scorching his way through college with promising winks and heated smirks. His too smooth words and captivating green eyes stole and broke hearts almost daily, leaving quite the reputation behind him.
He paused for a long moment, watching the Novak with a burning gaze. He figured it was the tousled mess of hair being teased by a brisk breeze. Or maybe it was the bright blue eyes, flicking back and forth as he devoured the words of his novel; either way the handsome man had caught his attention and Dean loved a challenge.
“I bet you $200 each. And I’ll even add in an extra bet that I can get him to kiss me.” He finally said, turning back to look at his friends with a wide grin and a raised eyebrow. The temptation to make a pretty penny spurred them all into action, various words of acceptance scattering the air. He shook each of their hands, sealing the deal.
Dean licked his suddenly dry lips, his heart starting to speed up like a locked prisoner in his own chest. He rolled his shoulders slightly to loosen them before he waltzed his way confidently toward the Novak, a winning smile already securely in place. He drops easily to the ground beside Cass, sitting comfortably close with their shoulders touching.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said as way of greeting even as he handed over his phone with a salacious wink. Castiel glanced up from his book, marking his place with a thumb as he took the phone. An easy smile burst into life across his face at the sight of Dean and a moment later he leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Are you scamming your friends out of money with bets again?” His words were soft, almost hidden by the breeze as he made of show of putting his number into Dean’s phone. Never mind that it was already there. “You know, eventually they’ll figure out we’ve been dating for a little while.” There was a slight hint of exasperation in his voice as he gently scolded his boyfriend, looking up at him with an affectionate glance that bellied his words.
Dean’s response was a wide grin and another wink that threatened to send shiver up Castiel’s spine. He smoothed his thumb lovingly over the back of Cass’ hand as he took his phone back, even taking a moment to place a quick kiss against his palm. “And that is when I will stop.” He murmured cheekily as he looked over toward his friends.
All three were standing there with identical expressions of shock. What did they just see? Benny looked as if someone had whacked him in the back of the head with a two-by-four. It was enough to make Cass chuckle softly.