castiel burger


“all i’m getting from you is…colors.”

or the one in which cas is basically a walking and talking color wheel

deanmon-deann asked: Cas out on a date with a complete and utter asshole in a really nice restaurant and Dean is their waiter who feels the need to intervene. Thank you so much!

Author’s note: This story includes restaurant owner Dean, writer Castiel, burgers, dick jokes, and a happy ending. Not gonna lie, I loved writing this. ;)

“Wouldn’t you agree, Castiel?”

Castiel blinked at the mention of his name, only now realizing that he’d been entertaining himself with his own private thoughts, rather than with the person keeping him company. He had always prided himself on being a good listener; no matter the subject, no matter the person talking, he always found ways to find himself in the words of others. He was never one to zone out when someone talked to him, but unfortunately, he’d be forced to make an exception for the man currently sitting across from him at the table.

The guy had been bragging for thirty minutes straight, ever since they’d entered the restaurant, and by now Castiel felt like murdering his brother Gabriel for making this blind date happen to begin with. Gabriel must’ve been possessed if he truly believed that Castiel would get along with someone who was such a snob. And in all fairness, what were the odds with a guy named ‘Dick’?

“Yes, I ehm… I think you made an excellent point there.” Castiel stumbled a reply, winging it.

Lucky for Castiel, men like Dick Roman didn’t need much encouragement to keep talking about themselves, and Castiel took a much needed sip of red wine as Dick started rambling again.

“So I thought to myself, two best-selling books, why stop there? I want to share my greatness with the world. I want to do things that are bigger, Castiel. I’m considering running for president…”

Castiel tuned it all out again as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Just what the world needed; more Dick. Bigger Dick. Castiel couldn’t help but snort at his own inside joke. He blamed boredom.

“Care to tell me what it is you find so funny about my plans for my upcoming career?” Dick snapped rather loudly, catching him in the act.

Castiel cringed at the outburst, quickly shaking his head. “Nothing, I just…” He trailed off, not even finding this guy worthy of a proper excuse.

Dick pointedly lifted an eyebrow, opening his mouth to say something, but then there was a blissful interruption.

“Everything alright here?”

A deep, smooth voice made Castiel turn his head, and his heart fluttered enthusiastically when he looked up to immediately get lost in eyes painted in green and gold. There was a friendly smile greeting him, so unlike the stoic expression that seemed to be permanently stuck on Dick Roman’s face.

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Prompt: Dean knows that his best friend Cas is quite naive due to not quite understanding people. When he realizes from certain stories over a beer or two that Cas’ boss is pretty much a handsy creeper he tries to intervene but Cas is stubborn and wants to look after himself and is adamant that Dean is wrong about his boss and unfortunately Dean can’t watch over Cas while he’s at work… he can however storm into Cas’ workplace when he finds out he’s being kept late again by his pervy boss.

Dean all but collapsed into booth, exhausted from a busy day at the garage. His back ached and he was starving. When a waitress walked by he ordered two beers and two burgers. Castiel arrived at the same time the order did, looked uncomfortable, but no less attractive in his suit and tie.

“Sorry I’m late,” He said, taking his trench coat and suit jacket off. “My boss didn’t want to let me go.”

Dean frowned. He was happy that Castiel had found a job that made him happy, even if it did mean they couldn’t hang out as much. He was happy that Castiel was succeeding at said job. But from what Castiel had told him about his boss, he was less than happy.

“That’s okay, man,” He said. “I ordered you a burger and extra fries.”

They spent the night talking and drinking, like they did most Fridays. Dean complained about work and Castiel listened, pointing out over and over that Dean loved his job immensely and nothing would ever change that.

“What about you? How was your week?”

“Average,” Castiel shrugged. “I did paper work, went to a few meetings.”

Dean nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Dean, is it customary for and employer to massage an employees shoulders?”

Dean choked on his beer and struggled to swallow it, coughing. This wasn’t the first time Castiel had asked him questions like that. Apparently his boss was very hands-on. According to Castiel he was always touching him in some way. It started with pats on the back, then moved to the massages, and then there were the ‘accidental’ touches in hallways or elevators.

“No, Cas. It’s not customary,” Dean gritted out. Castiel nodded.

“I see. I’ll remember.”

“You need to go to HR and turn the asshole in,” Dean muttered.

“I can handle it just fine on my own, Dean,” Castiel argued.

“Really? Than why are you always telling stories about how the guy feels you up?” Dean demanded. He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Cas. I’m just worried about you.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Castiel said, laying his hand over Dean’s. “But I will be fine.”


The next weeks went pretty smoothly. Castiel always showed up to their Friday night get togethers on time. He didn’t mention anything about his boss at those meetings, which both relieved Dean, and worried him. Just because Castiel didn’t mention it, that didn’t mean that there was nothing going on.

It wasn’t that Dean didn’t think that Castiel couldn’t handle himself. He knew from personal experience that Castiel knock a guy out with one punch if he had to. But Castiel didn’t seem to know how far was too far. His parents didn’t let him date in high school because they didn’t want their son seen out with another boy, so he didn’t know where to draw line. Dean didn’t want some creep to take advantage of that like his boss was currently doing.

Dean was waiting at the bar with two beers that were slowly getting warmer when his phone rang.

“Cas,” He answered. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Castiel replied. “I had stay at and do some paperwork. I won’t be able to make it tonight.”

“Seriously? It couldn’t have waited until Monday?”

“I asked, but Mr. Adler insisted that it needed to be done. So now I’m stuck here while everyone else got to go home,” He sighed. “Have a beer for me?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, his eyes narrowing. “See you later.”

Dean was out of his seat before they hung up. He tossed a few bills on the tables and left the bar, trying to map out in his mind that fastest way to Castiel’s office.

How did Castiel not realize what was happening? His boss had made sure that they would be alone so that he could take advantage of him. Dean just hoped that he’d make it there in time.

When he got to the building, he rushed inside, ignoring the security guard at the front desk. He took the stairs two at a time until he finally made it to the floor where Castiel worked.

“Stop it! Get your hands off me!” He heard Castiel yell.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” Another voice answered. It made Dean’s skin crawl just to hear it from a distance.

“I don’t! Get away from me!”

Dean made it to the room they were in just in time to see Castiel’s boss hit him across the face. He had him pinned to a table and Castiel was struggling to get free.

“Shut up! You’ve been flirting with me for weeks. You want this and you’re going to take it.”

“He said leave him alone,” Dean said. The other man jumped back startled and Castiel scrambled to get away from him.

“And who the hell are you?” Castiel’s boss sneered, puffing up his chest. Dean punched him the face, sending him stumbling back against the wall, holding his now bleeding nose. Dean moved forward to finish job, but Castiel grabbed his arm.

“If you ever come near him again, I’ll kill you,” Dean warned him before wrapping his arm around Castiel and leading him out to the parking lot.

“Can I go home with you?” Castiel asked, softly.

“Of course.” Dean led him to the Impala and held the door open for him.

When they got to Dean’s apartment, he made Castiel some tea and sat on the couch with him.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked. Castiel shook his head.

“Not really. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Cas. Your boss is just a creep,” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You let me know if he messes with you again.”

Castiel put the tea on the coffee table and moved to lay his head on Dean’s chest. Dean wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly.

“Thank you for saving me,” Castiel whispered. Dean smiled a little and kissed his hair.

“Any time.”