A/N: For howboutnovak who needs some fluffy feels today. If you feel so inclined, please go give her some love! — Fake boyfriends AU. ~5400 wc.
Dean’s been avoiding Sam and Jess all night. He feels like shit for it, they are the couple of the evening after all, but he’s afraid they’re going to want to meet his date. The date he absolutely doesn’t not have.
Three months ago, when Jess had asked Dean if he’d be bringing a plus one to the wedding, he’d said yes. At that time, he’d reasoned three months was plenty of time to find a date.
Now it’s the night before the wedding and while Dean doubts it’s really that big of a deal, he doesn’t want to disappoint them. They’d both seemed so happy to hear he’d be bringing someone along.
To make matters worse, the first person Dean saw when he’d arrived at the rehearsal dinner was a guy he absolutely despises.
Castiel J. Novak. Yeah, the J. was important, apparently.
He’s a mutual friend of Sam and Jess’, a guy they’d gone to law school with, and the handful of times Dean’s met him, the guy’s been a pretentious, smart mouthed, asshole; always looking at Dean with his mouth pulled into a frown, like he doesn’t approve of Sam’s less educated older brother who’s perfectly content with working on cars for the rest of his life rather than feeling like he needs a fancy law degree to feel like someone important.
So yeah. So far Dean’s night has been hell; most of it spent glaring at the back of Castiel J. Novak’s head.
Knowing he can’t avoid the happy couple forever, Dean goes easily when Jess catches his eye and motions him over to the drink table where she and Sam are taking a breather from accepting well wishes for their future together. It’s finally time to bite the bullet and confess, he decides.
"Dean! I feel like I haven’t seen you all night!" Jess says, pulling Dean in for a hug when he comes to stand in front of her and Sam.
"Didn’t want to be in the way," Dean offers.
"You’re not in the way, Dean." Sam counters, and Dean can practically hear his brother proverbially rolling his eyes.
"So where are they?" Jess asks, her eyes bright.
Dean swallows and offers his soon-to-be sister-in-law a sheepish grin. “Where are who?” Nobody ever said playing dumb was a good idea, but it will certainly prolong the conversation for just a bit longer, and at this point, Dean will take whatever he can get.
Jess lets out a laugh. “Your date.”
"Oh, right. My date. They’re uh-" as Dean’s brain scrambles for an explanation a figure looms next to him. The guy’s probably just there to refill his drink, but knowing immediately who it is by the stiff posture and smell of tea tree, Dean grabs the man’s arm and tugs him over.
"Cas," Dean says, "Castiel J. Novak is my date."
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