may-darling asked: THIS. Oh my god: ‘‘hey i’m sorry to bother you but i’m trying to convince my friends i’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ au OMG THIS IS SO BRILLIANT I CANT. Cas trying this approach because man Gabriel and Balthazar are a pain in the ass AND HE IS NOT STUCK UP DAMMIT. But he is babbling and awkward but Dean thinks it’s super adorable. Dean all flirty and suave writes his real number down and asks for a date *heart melts into a gooey puddle*
Author’s note: I totally loved this prompt, but it got a little long. Oh well, what can you do. ;)
“Have another one, little bro.” Gabriel insisted as he put another round of shots on the table and pushed one in Castiel’s direction. “I’m going to remove that stick from your ass even if it is the last thing I do. Cheers!”
Castiel huffed indignantly, briefly glowering at his brother before his eyes dropped to the tiny glass filled with clear liquid. Doing shots? Not something Castiel enjoyed. Noisy, crowded bars such as this one? Definitely not the kind of place where Castiel preferred to spend his Saturday nights.
“You might as well give up on that already.” Balthazar, Gabriel’s best friend, commented dryly. “Cassie here is obviously a lost cause when it comes to having fun.”
“May I remind you two that I’m right here?” Castiel snapped, by now deeply regretting his decision to humor Gabriel for once by coming along.
Gabriel and Balthazar exchanged one of their typical looks, only to shrug simultaneously, a gesture that undoubtedly said ‘see if we care’.
Narrowing his eyes, Castiel downed the shot, if only to avoid any more aggravating comments. The liquid burned his throat in a way that he would describe as ‘deeply unpleasant’.
“Excellent.” Balthazar praised before downing his own.
Gabriel did the same, smirking as he put down his empty glass. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it, little bro?”
Castiel didn’t even have the energy to come up with any sort of verbal response; Gabriel kept talking anyway.
“And that was only the beginning…” Gabriel announced ominously, cocking an eyebrow at Castiel; the look on his face promised that nothing good was about to happen. “Next step… Getting you laid! You’re twenty-seven, it wouldn’t hurt you to get some action every once in a while.”
Balthazar nodded his agreement. “He’s right, you know. You’re not getting any younger, and it seems you’re having trouble getting some, if you get what I mean.”
“That’s because I’m not looking to ‘get laid’ or to ‘get some’.” Castiel retorted exasperatedly, wincing a little as he quoted Gabriel’s and Balthazar’s words. “If anything, I’m looking for a meaningful relationship with another person with whom I can share my life.”