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Castiel tracks down demon Dean, he’s heard of a man, wielding more power than a man ought to, camping out in karaoke bars, of all places.

It’s a country bar and Castiel feels wildly out of place. He doesn’t want Dean to spot him immediately (or at all) so he decides to put on a disguise. Levi’s, a starched button up, and a Stetson. He feels utterly ridiculous but convinced that he’ll fit in with the other men he’s seen attending this particular establishment.

Castiel doesn’t know what Dean will be like as a demon; nothing good he thinks. He doesn’t want to put himself in danger, he just wants to find him. Be able to tell Sam for sure what’s happened of his brother and his exact location. Once they find him, it’ll be easier to keep tabs on his whereabouts.

Castiel is only here for intel. This is what he believes.

This is what he continues to believe as he waits at the bar, hours ticking by slowly, making him weary and frustrated, constantly checking his phone for the time. This is what he believes until a man with bowed legs suddenly takes the stage microphone, creating a deafening amount of feedback. The patrons all groan loudly, reaching to cover their ears.

“Shi- Fuck- can someone get this fucking mic workin?!” The man- no, demon- slurs his words.

That voice. Castiel would know that voice anywhere. His body lights up.

How did he get up on stage? When did he get here? How had Castiel not noticed? He’s here for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to find Dean. And somehow the clearly drunken imbecile has snuck in under Castiel’s nose. Just another example of his worsening incompetence. His face hardens.

Castiel grabs his phone and begins to text Sam with confirmation but then the next song begins, Dean’s choice, and he pauses. He doesn’t want to. This is so important. He has a mission to fulfill. For Dean, for Sam, for the whole world probably. He cannot allow himself to fail again, not the Winchesters, not when his task is mind numbingly simple. Just text Sam— but then the words begin in Dean’s slurred speech.

His last name was Flores

He came home from Juarez

Lookin for a helluva time

With a blonde senorita

And a tall margarita

Castiel freezes, eyes still on his screen. Why can’t he do this one minute thing? Why does hearing Dean’s voice, albeit pitchy and grating, make him unable to even send a text message? He rolls his eyes at himself. Absolutely ridiculous.

‘Cause he don’t love me like tequila does

Nobody can

He don’t give me that border town buzz

Like tequila does

He doesn’t quite know how to begin to specify his feelings at the use of these pronouns. Why would Dean choose this song? All he ever listened to as a human was a genre called “classic rock.” Now he’s sporting a terrible southern accent? Castiel’s head tilts at his confusion.

I’d sure like to find

A cowboy tonight

To get me back in the saddle

Castiel is almost positive that this is a euphemism. Frustrating that all humans seem to talk in riddles and then act like it’s Castiel who makes no sense at all. He is honest. Well, most of the time. Sullen at remembering his treacherous past. His eyes finally turn his body to watch Dean, drunken demon as he is, still beautiful all the same. His chest feels tight and he doesn’t like the feeling. His feelings have been increasing with intensity after his grace was snatched out of his vessel. However, since he’s trying to remain honest, these feelings have been there since the beginning of his disobedience. It’s his will to suffocate them that’s wavering in his mostly mortal form.

Dean is of course sporting a cowboy hat as well, as if he’d ever miss an opportunity. One thing that seems unusual is that the hat is bright pink. Castiel finds himself rolling his eyes again and wills himself to feel irritated but all he finds is endearment. He’s also wearing the tightest jeans that Castiel’s ever seen and a dingy T-shirt with some reference he doesn’t understand on it. His hair is longer than he’s ever seen it too. Dean Winchester, despite literally all circumstances, is still beautiful. Castiel sighs around his thoughts, loud and echoing in his head.

A man next to him at the bar looks over and grunts, “The man is a fool.” Castiel glances to the patron briefly before shifting his attention back towards Dean.

“That he is.” His mouth forms a hard line.

No one seems very interested in the supposed man on the stage. To be fair, Dean’s rendition is terrible. He’s falling over himself, dancing around like a lunatic, and his glass falls off a stool and shatters on the ground. Nothing seems to stop his need to belt out lyrics with horrendous fervor. Castiel frowns. This is not exactly how he was expecting to find Dean. He supposes he’s never thought about a demon’s downtime all that much. Maybe there’d more karaoke to uncover if he cared enough to look? Good thing he doesn’t.

The whole song is about tequila and men. Confusing him further since all human Dean seemed to enjoy was whiskey and women. Who knew being a demon could change a man’s taste so much? 

He doesn’t know why he does it but Castiel turns back towards the bar and orders Dean a tequila. The bartender asks what kind and Castiel says the worst kind. The bartender smirks. Castiel’s face remains unreadable, even to himself, what is he doing? His phone somehow found its way back in his pocket. And now he’s ordering Dean, who’s a demon to remind all active participants, more alcohol when he’s clearly well beyond intoxicated.

The bartender starts waving past Castiel, summoning Dean off the stage with a drink in his other hand, and oh no, oh no, oh no, oh shit. The bartender is beckoning Dean towards the bar, towards Castiel. Oh, he is foolish, he is moronic, he is everything everyone calls him and more. Castiel does a quick check around the bar, how can he escape without being noticed? What will Dean do once he recognizes him? Will it be bloody? He can’t even protect himself right now without his "angel mojo," as Dean would call it. Will he hurt others in this bar too? Oh, Castiel is a fool, a fool, a fool. His face scowls at the bartender as he hears Dean stagger off the stage and crash into someone’s table, causing more glasses to shatter. Dean laughs. Castiel warms at the sound and is also petrified to be discovered.

“Hey, Miranda Dumbass, this cowboy got you a tequila!” The bartender calls out and Castiel has never wished harder for his wings to take him anywhere else. “And stop fucking breaking shit! How many times this week?” Deans laugh surges into a roar as he edges closer.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

“It’s actually Dumbass Lambert, thank you very fucking much. And I can break every god damn glass in here if I want.” The patron next to Cas sighs and leaves his section of the bar with haste. Now why hadn’t Castiel thought of that? Speaking of, why hadn’t Castiel thought of anything? Why is he immoveable? Dean is going to spot him and this entire plan to save Dean is going to go up in flames. Sam doesn’t even know which bar Castiel is at. Sam doesn’t even know that Castiel is hunting Dean. Another excellent addition to his track record of foolishness.

“And get thrown out again?” The bartender quips just for Dean to bark another laugh, stopping inches away from Castiel.

“That was a freebie for ya. See, I was feeling generous that day.” He leans menacingly over the bar. “I’d like to see ya try and throw me out again.” Dean challenges but all the bartender does is hand him his tequila.

“From your admirer here.” The bartender nods his head in Castiel’s direction. What on earth is he going to say to Dean? What is there to say? He clearly wants nothing to do with him or Sam, that much is evident. Dean turns to face him, one arm leaning heavily on the bar, glass raised in the air for a moment before he slams it down on the wood and gulps it all down in one go.

“Whewwww, that shit is terrible.” His face screws up but it’s mostly for show. Castiel finally looks over at him and Dean’s eyes go wide, as does his grin. “Cas, you dumb son of a bitch!”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel is enchanted to be this close to Dean again, demon or not. “Couldn’t help but hear you might prefer tequila these days.” Dean belly laughs, clutching his stomach and folds over with it. Castiel stares, bewildered. None of this is what he expected at all.

“Hey Jimbo!” Dean turns back to the bartender who is currently trying to serve someone else. “Or Frodo, or bar wench, or whatever the fuck your name is! Did you know this here is my best friend??” Dean is shouting far too loud. The bartender rolls his eyes and keeps helping the woman at the other end. Dean turns back towards Castiel and grabs him by the shoulders, giving a little shake. “Well?! How the hell did you find me?”

“You’re very loud.” Is all Castiel can manage, because frankly, there’s not a person in this place who can’t hear the man- the demon, he reminds himself for the umpteenth time. Dean throws his head back in another laugh and hooks one arm around the back of Castiel’s neck.

“Oh wow, Cas.” Dean is sputtering with laughs. “That was actually fucking funny! Did you just tell a joke?” Castiel’s face twists up into confusion. He doesn't think he’s being humorous at all.

“No, I was simply observing how loud you're being. I tracked you down by searching for omens.” Castiel looks around. “Turns out you favor places like this. With bad singing. And pink cowboy hats.” Dean’s head is still thrown back and now he’s clutching onto Castiel’s shirt, almost falling to the ground, almost taking Castiel down with him in a fit of more laughter. Castiel can’t help the beginnings of a warm smile tugging on one side of his face.

“Oh fuck- oh shit.” Dean’s gasping for air, keeling over. “Fuck Cas, god damn, are you trying to kill me?!” Castiel frowns again, all seriousness.

“No. No, Dean, never. I would never hurt you.” Castiel is all earnest and this warrants another coughing-laughing fit from Dean who actually falls to one knee now, still clutching onto Castiel, making him loom over the apparently insane demon.

“Cas please-! Shit, I can’t breathe.” Dean continues coughing and slowly rises back to standing, laughs stuttering unevenly in his chest. “When did you get a fucking sense of humor??” Dean is facing him and cupping Castiel’s face and he could not be more confused. Dean is finally taking him in, looking him up and down. “Well shit, look at you, huh?” Castiel looks down his body and becomes self conscious. He is aware how ridiculous he looks. “You look good enough to eat.” Dean looks back to Castiel’s face and licks his lips appreciatively. Castiel freezes again and looks down awkwardly.

“Um, I’d prefer if nothing ate me, thank you.” Dean barks out another laugh, huffing for breath, and at least that joke was on purpose this time.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” Dean tugs on Castiel’s sleeve. “Come on. Follow me.” Castiel looks up and Dean is already moving through the small crowd around the bar’s tables near the stage. Apparently his legs feel like working now so he follows the familiar faced demon. They walk hurriedly towards the back of the establishment and Dean pushes a door open hard with his foot, spins around to walk backwards. He reaches out to grab Castiel by the shirt again and pulls him forward so the door can close. Then he shoves Castiel back into the door and locks it.

Shit, shit, shit , Castiel thinks, he’s going to hurt me here .

Dean stops and smirks at him, throws his pink hat to the dirty bathroom floor. Castiel is frozen against the locked door. Dean takes very small steps, hands in the air like he means no harm, and crowds against Castiel until their bodies are fully touching. Dean licks his lips and Castiel looks down to watch the movement. Dean places his hands on either side of the door behind him, arms straight and bracing, closing in on Castiel even more.

“Heya, angel.” Hot tequila breath spills out across Castiel’s face and it makes his pupils dilate, staring back intently at the demon in front of him.

“Dean, wha-“ He has no idea how to even begin a question.

“You’re not just my best friend, are you?” Dean lewdly pushes his hips into Castiel.

“I- uh- what do you mean, Dean?” Castiel tries really hard to not think about his bodily reaction to Dean, as he does most days, most years. He wills himself to not focus on the warm curling deep in his stomach, the way his skin feels clammy, teeming with electricity being this close to Dean.

“Come on, man. I’m a demon now. I have no shame, no inhibitions.” Castiel remains staring, dubious. He normally has to be so careful around Dean. “And what are you these days? Not a full angel, that’s for sure.” Castiel can feel blood rush to his cheeks with embarrassment.

“I- I don’t know what you mean. What else would I be? Family?” Dean snorts and Castiel winces, of course not, he’s guessed wrong again.

“You know, Cas, family don’t typically eye fuck each other.”

“I don’t know what-“ Castiel is getting frustrated. Apparently demons don’t say what they mean either. “Speak plainly, Dean.” Dean huffs, more breath tumbling out and around Castiel’s face. Dean grinds his hips into Castiel’s again and Castiel lets out a little ah noise. Dean’s eyes flash to black for a moment before he brings his lips to hover over Castiel’s.

“I’m saying I want to fuck you.” Castiel’s eyes go wide. “I’m saying I’ve wanted to fuck you. For a long time.”

“Dean- I-“ His heartrate has quickened to an abnormal speed. It pounds its beat into Castiel’s ears.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” It sounds sincere, it sounds like a promise.

“Dean, I’m supposed to be saving you.” Castiel looks to the floor and Dean backs off a few inches.

“Cas, none of it matters as long as I have this fucking mark. All roads lead back to here.” Castiel closes his eyes, feeling the truth of that statement in his body’s bones. Dean brings one finger to Castiel's chin and raises it so that he looks at him again. “I’m okay. I’m handling it. I made the choice. Who better to wear this burden than me, right?” Castiel frowns and Dean crowds against him again.

“I’ve gotta be honest right now, man. I want to kiss that stupid frown off your face.” Castiel lets out a soft nervous laugh.

“You’re drunk in a karaoke bar.” Castiel deadpans, unsure of what else to say, because none of this seems real to him. Dean chuckles.

“Better than other things I could be doing.” Seriousness seeping through him suddenly. “Keeps me entertained.”

“So you want me to entertain you too then?” Castiel abruptly feeling bitter. Of course that’s all this is. He feels like an idiot for even considering to believe a demon.

“ No .” Dean’s voice low, irritation rising to the surface. “I’m telling you everything that regular me wanted but was too much of a coward to even think about, let alone say out loud.” Castiel feels dizzy and doesn’t respond to this. It’s too much to even consider that Dean has felt similar to the ways Castiel has felt. Dean rolls his eyes and slowly removes Castiel's cowboy hat, tossing it to the floor alongside his own, keeping him pinned to the door with his hips. He brings his hands to frame Castiel's face and stares at his face, searching again. “Can I kiss you?” Castiel stops breathing and his eyes are wide and pleading. “Do you want me to kiss you?” He looks at Dean’s mouth, pink and parted, and he nods. “Say it for me, Cas. I need you to say it.”

“I-“ Castiel closes his eyes, his throat unbearably dry.

“Yeah?” Dean urges.

“I, um-“ Castiel chokes, he cannot say the words aloud.

“Say it for me, angel.” Dean whispers and his hot breath is all Castiel can feel.

“Kiss me.” It’s barely audible. Castiel opens his eyes and sees Dean looking back at him hungrily.

“You sure?” Dean smirks.

“Yes…”

“Say it again then.”

“Dean-“

Dean grins and closes the gap to place a chaste kiss on Castiel's lips, soft and barely there. It is once again not what Castiel had expected. Dean pulls away slightly and they’re both still staring at each other with disbelief. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and Dean surges back in. This time with force and this is happening. Castiel is kissing Dean, or is Dean kissing Castiel? Either way, Castiel has his lips on a demon, and everything about it is sacrilegious.

Castiel finally remembers he has arms with hands attached to them and maybe has permission to touch Dean in ways he never lets himself fully think about. They fly up to Dean’s biceps and grasp the arms holding his face in place. Dean forces himself into Castiel’s mouth, tongues sliding together for the first time, and he hears himself whimper around the touch. His hands slide up into Dean’s longer hair and grabs ahold to pull him tighter into a bruising kiss. Dean’s mouth forms into all teeth, grinning like an idiot from the aggressive touch. Castiel takes his permission to be more assertive and trades positions with Dean, slamming him back against the wooden door. Dean lets out a grunt and his shit eating grin gets even more cocky. Castiel has his mouth on him again, biting along Dean’s impeccable jawline, dragging his hands up underneath his shirt. The hot skin of a demon, the skin of Dean Winchester, righteous man made into dark and twisted parts. If he’s no longer an angel, why bother with the restraint anyways? Why waste another second?

“Cas, buddy, is that an angel blade in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Castiel lets out a groan, teeth against Dean’s neck.

“I wouldn’t keep my blade in my pocket, Dean.” Dean laughs and his hand palms over Castiel’s crotch.

“So this would be your dick then?”

“Very observant, Dean, thank you.” Dean chokes on another laugh and starts unbuckling his pants. Castiel’s whole body goes stiff again and he starts tuning into the world around him. The terrible smell in this disgusting bathroom in the middle of nowhere, although it’s hard to smell it over Dean’s woodsy and sweet tequila tinted scent. The music still playing, muffled by distance and the door. And the fact that Dean Winchester is unbuttoning his pants with intention to do what exactly? Surely he knows that Castiel has little to no experience in this department. And he died almost immediately after his last… attempt at sexual intimacy.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t go feelin’ shy on me now.” Dean grabs his face and holds him, steadying him with his gaze. Castiel clutches onto Dean’s shirt, unsure how to maneuver any of this. “Do you want to stop?” He shakes his head slightly and Dean gives him a small smile. “Okay…so what’s wrong?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what to do.” Castiel confesses like it’s shameful. His mind didn’t allow him to have such fantasies, and now that he’s here- Well he simply doesn’t know where to start.

“You were doing just fine.” Dean promises and gives him another soft kiss. “Awesome, really.” He’s breathless. Castiel still seems unsure of where to go from here. Has he ruined it? “I can lead us if you want. I got plenty of ideas, Cas, believe me.”

“Okay.” He breathes out and it’s all he can say really.

Dean begins kissing him again, hands in his hair, tongue in his mouth. It’s everything he’s never allowed himself to want. It’ll be his complete undoing, and it’s just a kiss. But kissing Dean could never be just a kiss as far as Castiel is concerned. But then Dean begins to sink onto both knees and Castiel is watching him fall, his insides lighting up with the image.

Dean Winchester is a demon, and that alone is a terrible thing. A demon has his mouth roaming down Castiel’s vessel, now nearly mortal body, with no signs of stopping. Castiel has indeed fallen in every way imaginable. And perhaps, this is his deepest sin right now: Castiel wants to be revered, and he wants a demon to do the worshiping. Everything about this moment is objectively obscene and unholy. But once Dean looks up and opens his mouth, Castiel is finally able to lay communion into Dean Winchester’s mouth, and what could be more holy than that?

Castiel has his forearms against the wooden door, forehead resting against his arms, looking down at Dean in awe. Castiel holds his breath and watches as his dick slowly disappears behind Dean’s lips. His mouth is warm, warmer than he thought possible, and wet. Dean takes him all the way into his mouth once and pulls off to speak.

“Shit, Cas, the way you’re looking at me-“ Dean rasps a small laugh and Castiel raises an eyebrow in question. “No, it’s good- it’s fucking awesome. I just- I want you to do something. Can you- will you just trust me?”

“Trust a demon?” Cas teases.

“No, you fucking asshole. Trust me.” Dean looks sullen for a brief moment. “I’m still me in here.” Castiel uses a finger to tilt Dean’s chin up.

“I know, beloved.” Dean’s cheeks pink. “I trust you more than anyone. I always have.” Another confession for Castiel and Dean seems to absorb it in its entirety. He grins something devilish.

“Then fuck my mouth, angel.” He obscenely opens his mouth as wide as possible, sticking his tongue out as far as it’ll go, looking up at Castiel like he’s worth worshiping. And maybe Castiel will believe that to be true, just this once. He keeps hold of his chin and glides his dick back in the righteous man’s mouth to the back of his throat. Dean groans around him and it sends shivers up his spine. He brings his forearms back together and rests against them again, rocking slowly in and out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean brings his hands to the back of Castiel's thighs and shoves him harder into his own mouth.

“Okay.” Castiel chokes out. He lets Dean lead them into a few more forceful mouthfuls before he pulls all the way out of Dean’s mouth, a tiny bead of drool falls out of the side. Castiel surprisingly revels in the view.

“No, come on Cas, what the fuck.” Dean is trying desperately shove his dick back inside his mouth but Castiel remains immovable.

“Ask nicely Dean.”

“What?” Irritated.

“I believe you heard me.”

“Okay Cas, please will you fuck my mouth with wild and reckless abandon?” Dean spits out sarcastically, rolls his eyes, and wipes his mouth. Castiel remains unimpressed.

“Take out your penis, Dean.” He laughs but obeys.

“Yeah, okay, finally.” He looks back up, expectantly.

“Now ask me nicely.” Dean narrows his eyes.

“You know, I could just make you, right? I’m a helluva lot stronger than you, y’know.” Castiel tilts his head, a small smile creeping on his face.

“And yet…” He doesn’t finish the thought and by the annoyed look on Dean’s face, he doesn’t have to. Dean huffs and Castiel feels like smirking but instead just raises another eyebrow. “Well?” Dean remains silent and stubborn, chastised even. Castiel sighs longsuffering with fake exaggeration and slides his thumb inside Dean’s mouth and pushes down on his tongue. He moves Dean’s head, acting like he’s inspecting either side. “Hmm, seems a face too pretty to waste. But if you refuse…” He lets his mouth go and sighs again. Dean’s eyes are lit up even though they’ve blinked back to black.

“The hell’s got into you?” Castiel hums like he’s really giving this question some thought.

“I believe it’s me that’s gotten into you.” Dean lets out a soft laugh. He leans back on his heels and puts his head up against the door.

“Alright, you win man.” He pulls him closer by the pants. “Please, Cas, fuck my mouth until I’m a mess.” Castiel swoons with appreciation.

“Open your mouth.” Dean does immediately and Castiel feels his whole body take notice at how good it feels to see Dean obey his orders. Castiel braces himself against the door again, guides the tip of his dick to Dean’s open mouth and pauses. Dean groans and rolls his eyes, about to say something irritating, but before he can, Castiel shoves deep in his mouth. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. Dean’s eyes seem shocked but he doesn’t fight it, if anything he becomes slightly pliant. Castiel is learning so many things in such a small amount of time.

Castiel backs almost all the way out and then pushes back in, achingly slow, until he reaches the back of Dean’s throat. He decides to stay right there for a moment, completely still, which warrants another groan from Dean that leaves him feeling dizzy again. Dean’s hands find Castiel's ass and stay there, giving him something to hold onto. He stays there, giving his mouth little pumps to the back of his throat. He thinks he could maybe live here forever, in Dean’s worship. Finally forces himself to back out and let Dean breathe, not like he needs to as a demon though. He shoves in forcefully a few more times, just to hear Dean’s moans, before he pulls all the way out. He watches his dick bob out of Dean’s mouth and the spit trail that follows, remaining intact. Castiel groans and closes his eyes for a moment and shoves past Dean’s lips again before he looks back down at him. He’s staring up at him with this expression Castiel has never seen before. Adoration maybe? It warrants hours of study.

Castiel repeats this a few times: fucking him shallow, fucking him deeply, full length strokes, to backing all the way out to see all the accumulated spit hang between his dick and Dean’s mouth. He could spend eternity here. He’s suddenly left with this impulse he can’t control and drops to Dean’s lap. Dean is loose and floaty, seems to barely register that Castiel's face is now in front of him, drool falling off his lips.

“Cas-“ Dean rasps out. He holds Dean’s head steady by his hair and licks the spit obscenely off his pink and swollen lips and groans into Dean’s mouth as he latches on for a sloppy kiss. Dean kisses back pliantly and Castiel relishes in how wet Dean’s mouth is. He laps up as much as he can and kneels tall over Dean. Castiel holds Dean’s face at either side of his mouth, roughly forcing it open, and lets the spit fall out of his mouth and back into Dean’s.

“Fuck.” Castiel's voice is deep, hallowed graveyard dirt. He stands and steadies Dean by the hair and Dean drops his mouth so sweetly that Castiel feels a flutter in his heart. “That’s good, Dean.” Gliding his dick in slowly to the back of his throat, completely drenched in Dean’s reverence, and Castiel stays there. He gazes down at Dean who looks incredibly beautiful, tears in unfocused eyes, stretched open lips, arms dropped down at either side—the perfect example of obedience. And Castiel is stained glass meant to be worshiped. Castiel is the pews meant to be kneeled at. Castiel is a sacrament meant to be ingested. “You’re so good, Dean.”

Dean keens at the praise, moans cascading around Castiel’s dick, spit spilling over and onto his knees. Castiel thinks this is maybe his favorite view in all of creation.

Castiel, still holding Dean still by the hair, fucks into his mouth relentlessly. Castiel is muttering and chanting praises for Dean’s ears only- you’re so good, so good, so good, you’re everything, you deserve to be saved, let me save you. Tears continue to roll down Dean’s cheeks. Castiel keeps his pace until he's completely overwhelmed by Dean's exaltation, flooding his mouth with come, like Castiel's offering is capable of cleansing the darkness from him. He finally exits his mouth after a few final pumps and takes a moment to stare at his righteous man turned demon. Dean’s gasping, mouth obscenely wet with spit and come, red and stretched raw. Castiel bends down and licks at his mouth, kissing him deeply, taking as much as he can into his own mouth, solidifying their bond that much more. Best of all, Dean's lap in drenched with his own release, found only after his total surrender to Castiel.

“Holy shit, Cas.” Dean’s voice is hoarse and Castiel enjoys knowing he’s the one who made it sound like that. “Think your load had a little angel mojo in it.” He coughs, grabbing at his throat, “Kinda burned going down.”

Castiel helps him to his feet, wiping come off his demon’s spent cock, popping it into his mouth, pleased it's only bitter and not sulfuric.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” Castiel remarks, “And I believe your exact request was to make a mess out of you.” 

“You’re a pretty smug asshole, you know what?” Dean chuckles and they both jump as someone pounds on the door.

“Hurry it up in there!” An angry man bellows, “Some of us only have to take a piss!”

Dean almost does something akin to a giggle as he hurriedly stuffs himself back in his pants, unbothered by the obvious staining of his rapture.

“Just a minute!” He shouts back as they swap self-satisfied kisses. 

Castiel unlocks the door and the man shoves it open, pushing past them. He has no idea what happens next. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to leave Dean, not now, not ever. He follows behind him, back to the bar, watching as he orders yet another tequila shot. He finally turns around and sighs dramatically, like he's got to get something off his chest.

“I’ve given this some real thought, Cas, in the past five minutes, and I think you should stay with me.”

“Here?” Castiel looks around at the place, frowning.

“No, you idiot,” Dean laughs, “I mean… anywhere. Everywhere. We should stick together from now on. Me and you. What do you say?”

His words. It’s all Castiel has ever wanted since his disobedience. He’s a little morose he wasn’t able to hear it until they found themselves in such circumstances as these.

“I say yes. I want nothing more than to stay with you.”

Dean gifts him a smile that could light up the entire world, dragging him up to the stage.

“First things first, man. We gotta pop your karaoke cherry.”

Castiel frowns as Dean rifles through a huge binder of plastic pages. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He really doesn't.

Dean snorts, “Oh, you’re about to. Just sing along to the blue words, ok? Mine are pink, and the ones we sing together are purple. Got that?”

Castiel has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about but a song starts playing loudly over the speakers, much to the patrons' annoyance.

It’s here where Castiel learns yet another thing:  the lyrics to If You Were Mine. And he sings along terribly, but then again, so does Dean, so it’s not that bad in the end.

[Dean]

You're a needle in a haystack

You're so damn hard to find

Candy apple red Cadillac

You're one of a kind

[Castiel]

He let you go like a dandelion

And you blew out with the breeze

If I ever get a hold of you

I'd never let you leave

[Both]

I'd make sure your stars are shining

Sure as the Frio's winding

I'd bottle you up like lightning

I'd rope the moon for you

A million times

That's what I'd do

If you were mine

[Castiel]

I'd drink you down like fine wine

'Til there was nothing left

[Dean]

Boy, it should be criminal

The way you steal my breath

[Both]

I'd make sure your stars are shining

Sure as the Frio's winding

I'd bottle you up like lightning

I'd rope the moon for you

A million times

That's what I'd do

If you were mine

[Castiel]

I'd memorize you like a scripture

Hang on every word, ooh

[Dean]

I'd make you my whole world

Boy, if I was her

[Castiel]

Girl, for what it's worth

[Both]

I'd make sure your stars were shining

Sure as the Frio is winding

I'd bottle you up like lightning

Lightning

I'd rope the moon for you

For you

A million times

That's what I'd do

If you were mine

Ooh, if you were mine

Ooh-ooh, you were mine

Mmm, if you were mine

You were mine

If you were mine

All mine, mine, mm