tbh I’m still waiting on a coda that hypes up jealous!dean big time
Like all of them getting back to the bunker and Cas is taking the trench off and Dean sees a piece of paper fall out of the pocket. He goes to pick it up and freezes when he reads the print on the front. Mick Davies. British Men of Letters.
“You kept it?” he snarls at Cas.
And Cas looks confused at Dean’s tone but just answers, “Yes. I thought it would be wise in case we ever need to contact them.”
“We don’t need help from those assholes, Cas!” Dean yells and stalks away, crumbling the card in his hand. Later when he’s in his room, he tosses it in the trashcan and burns it.
And Dean thinks that’s the end of it until the next day when he finds Cas in the library researching the British Men of Letters.
“Cas, we are not working with those assholes! Did you see what the did to Sam?”
“I’m not recommending it, Dean,” Cas replies evenly. “I just thought it best to be prepared should it ever become necessary. And Mick said-”
The name rolls off Cas’s tongue and Dean sees red. “Oh. Mick, huh? We’re on first name basis now, are we? Well that’s just great.”
Confusion tilts Cas’s head and squints his eyes and it is not cute right now. “Dean is everything all right?”
“Of course!” Dean shouts, jumping to his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be thrilled about you getting all buddy-buddy with middle-aged Harry Potter?!” Dean turns on his heel and marches out of the room.
Of course, Cas is still struggling to understand sarcasm, Dean’s brand in particular, so he continues researching and is more and more fascinated about the history of the Men of Letters, which he happily relates to Mary, Sam, and a very bitter Dean.
A very bitter Dean, who answers all of Cas’s questions for the next two weeks with “I don’t know, why don’t you go call your boyfriend, Mick?”
So Cas… does… and then reports his findings to the Winchesters and Dean is ready to fucking explode every time Cas says “Mick said…” or “Mick thinks…”
Mick this. Mick that. Mick, Mick, Mick.
Dean spends a lot of extra time in the garage throwing tools and glaring at engines.
I reckon you could finish me off without breaking a sweat…
WHO THE FUCK EVEN SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT? THAT’S NOT A NORMAL WAY TO TALK TO A STRANGER.
And did Cas really not sweat? He had to. Dean tried to think back to some hunts when Cas got a bit roughed up, tried to focus his memory on Cas’s forehead, the column of his throat, which was so long and smooth up until where his stubble-
Not the point, Winchester!
And one day they’re in the middle of a hunt and they’re stumped, exhausting all of their resources and Cas begins, “I could call M-”
And that’s it!
“WE’RE NOT CALLING MICK!” Dean screams and Mary and Sam’s eyes go wide.
“Why not?” Cas pouts.
“Because I don’t want his fucking help, Cas!”
“But his library is far more-”
“I don’t fucking care!” Dean yells. “You are not calling him, Cas, and that’s final!”
Cas’s eyes narrow and, yeah, definitely not cute this time. He gets to his feet. “Are you giving me an order, Dean Winchester?”
“Yes, Castiel, I am!”
Cas turns level eyes to Sam who just nods and takes his mother’s hand. “We need to go.”
They’re gone in seconds, leaving Dean to single-handedly face the fury of an angel of the lord.
“You are being irrational and I want to know why,” Cas says.
“I’m irrational?” Dean scoffs. “You want to get in bed with the enemy! Literally!”
And there’s that damn head tilt. “I have no intention of sharing a bed with the British Men of Letters. I don’t sleep, Dean.”
Dean slaps his hands to his face, groaning and somewhere in the back of his mind, just begging Cas to smite him and end this all.
“Dammit, Cas, that’s not… that’s not what I meant.”
“You are referring to sexual intercourse then? Because I also have no interest in engaging with the organization in such activities.”
“Cas, you’re killing me here,” Dean says weakly, exhausted at the sheer amount of oblivion coming from this ancient creature. “Why do you want to work with them?”
“You told me to.”
“When the hell did I-”
“You’ve been telling me to call Mick for the last two weeks.”
Dean blinks, trying to remember when he had lost his damn mind in the last two weeks- “Cas, I was being sarcastic!”
“Oh.” Cas looks calmer now. “So you didn’t want me to actually call Mick?”
“No, Cas! I don’t want you to even think about that fucker!”
“Oh for the love of- HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU!”
Back to confused. “When?”
“When we rescued Sam! Oh, Jesus Christ, Cas. Sweat! The way he looked at you after you said you didn’t sweat.”
“Humans find the inability to perspire sexually appealing?”
“No, you idiot, you are sexually appealing!”
Dean is so frustrated he can’t even process what he just said until something lights in Cas’s eyes. It’s a bit dazed and disbelieving and… hungry?
“You find me sexually appealing?”
“I-I-I w-what?” Dean stammers.
Cas takes a step toward Dean. “You said I was sexually appealing.”
“What? No! I-I- I meant him - Mick - he-he finds you, ugh, se-sex, um, appealing. He finds you appealing.”
The light dies and Cas frowns. “Oh. So you don’t?”
Dean has to make a big decision then. To lie or tell the truth. To play it safe or take a chance.
And, well, when has Dean Winchester ever played it safe?
Blue swarms on Dean until he can’t see anything because Cas’s face is too close and something soft brushes Dean’s lips. They kiss and Dean wraps his arms around Cas’s waist, diving into this moment and locking the angel in place with him.
When they separate Cas is grinning and Dean is too dizzy to see the teasing angel. “You were jealous,” Cas breathes.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Dean slurs and wonders if it’s possible to get drunk off of kissing because he’s showing all the signs of a good buzz.
“Actually, Mick told me last week.”
And there it goes. “Cas! What the hell!”
“You were confusing me,” Cas argues. “You were angry all the time but you wouldn’t talk to me.”
“So you’ve just been fucking with me this entire week?”
Cas’s fingers card calmingly through Dean’s hair and Dean gets the suspicion he’s being treated like an angry cat. “My apologies, Dean. Can we go back to kissing?”
Dean has half a mind to deny Cas but Cas’s other hand is hovering just over his ass and who the hell is he trying to kid?
“Fine. But we’re gonna have a long talk about your pen pal later.”
But that talk comes several, several hours later.
Oh look I accidentally wrote a shitty drabble again oops my bad