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angelinthefire · 3 years
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Beverly tugged on Dean’s sleeve, pulling him over to the high-top table where they’d left their empty beer glasses. “You know, my apartment’s just around the corner from here,” she said, leaning over the table very deliberately. “What d’ya say we go back and celebrate our win?”
Dean dragged his gaze up from her cleavage, and smiled. “That sounds like my kind of party.”
She inched closer to him, resting a hand on his bicep, before asking in a low voice, “Bring your friend?”
“Wha…?” Dean glanced over to the bar, where Sam was ordering a pitcher of beer. “Honey, that’s my brother, so no way. And I’m starting to question your taste.”
She scrunched her nose and shook her head. “Not him.” She nodded towards the pool table, where Cas was racking up for the next game. 
Dean’s eyebrows flew up. “Oh.”
Dean couldn’t really question her judgement there. Cas did look awfully good that night, in jeans and a blue button-down from his Fed getup, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. After he’d gotten the hang of pool he was all steely determination and confident movements, tempered by a lightweight tipsy grin that gave him a quirky kind of warmth. The guy’s only sexual experience so far had ended with him nearly getting stabbed to death, so Dean was loathed to deny him a round two. He might have suggested that Beverly take Cas home on her own, because Dean was selfless and a good friend like that. But the idea of being there with Cas, showing him the ropes, and making sure that this time was everything that it should be for him, seeing his reactions during the best parts… the idea made his stomach roll over and his heart flutter in his chest, but it didn’t suck. 
Beverly bit her lip and raised an eyebrow questioningly, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. 
Dean pulled what he hoped was a confident smirk and nodded. “I think that can be arranged.”
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