You're the devil in disguise ch.8 (DESTIEL)

You're the Devil in Disguise

Chapter Eight: A change
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A week after kissing his roommate, Dean goes to the bar alone deciding he seriously needs to get laid if he's hard up enough to kiss Castiel. He goes in and is immediately met with by Ellen's daughter Jo. "So your mom is making you work tonight, huh?" Dean teases and Jo rolls her eyes.

"Didn't bring your boyfriend?" She taunts, making Dean tense up.

"Wh-what are you-?"

"Mom said you were obsessed with getting some guy drunk last weekend." Jo explains, smirking at him. "Trying to get into men's pants now?"

"Not funny." Dean groans and Jo's eyes widen.

"Jesus Christ, you did something to him didn't you?" She asks in awe, "Dude you need to get laid."

"I know that's why I'm here." He says before walking past a still bewildered Jo. Looking around he spots a woman who seems his type; hot. With a confident smile on his face he goes over to her table. "Hey there, mind if I buy you a drink?"

The brunette across from him grins, leaning forward. "I would love a drink." She says and Dean takes her order, buying her another cosmopolitan. The two sit and talk for a while, Dean telling her about his major in engineering and her telling him all about her art major. She's beautiful, obviously interested, and a college student with her own apartment. It's the perfect situation so when she reaches out and takes his hand, asking him to walk home with her, he surprises even himself with his own reluctance. She's perfect but for some reason the way she talks is turning him off. Doesn't she know any big words? Perhaps Castiel should teach her for him.

Shit, he thought about Castiel again. Who thinks about their roommate during a date?

"Dean? Aren't you gonna walk me home?" She asks, the words slurring as they fall out of her pink lips. Her mouth remains slightly parted, like Castiel's when he's thinking something over. Perhaps kissing her would feel as good as kissing his roommate, yet he can't bring himself to try.

"…I...yeah sure I will walk you home." Dean says, getting up and helping her out of the booth. As she comes up she moves in to kiss him, a move he quickly avoids. Her apartment is close by and when they arrive she tries again, only to yet again be dodged.

"Was I wrong about you wanting to have sex tonight?" She asks, getting annoyed. "Cause I've never seen such a terrified look on a man's face when I lean in for a kiss."

"Yeah, no, I don't know." Dean groans, murmuring a curse on Castiel under his breath.

"Hm? Cas? Who is that?" She asks, getting angry. "Is she your girlfriend? Are you trying to fucking cheat on some chick with me? I don't waste my time with cheating men!"

"Whoa! Whoa! We're not dating!" Dean exclaims. "And Cas isn't the name of a-!" He stops himself, deciding he really doesn't want to clear that fact up. "I'm not with Cas."

"Well obviously you want to be! This whole evening you haven't been focused on me and you wouldn't kiss me! I won't be a replacement either, Dean!" She yells, leaving him to storm up to her apartment.

"God damnit Cas!" Dean hisses, going back to the bar and having Jo drive him home in his impala before paying for her taxi back. Once inside he sees Castiel sitting on his bed with Samandriel, books surrounding them. He looks at Samandriel, watching the boy admire a clueless Castiel as he explains something. It's annoying. This kid's fascination with the stupid cock block will never make sense to Dean. "You nerds need to get out."

"He struck out." Castiel explains and Samandriel nods.

"I see. That's awful."

"Go back to your dorm, Samandriel!" Dean groans.

"I suppose…" Samandriel looks to Castiel. "Would you like to return with me?" He asks, smiling at him.

"Yes. I have no interest in spending time with an unsatisfied Dean." Castiel decides, getting up and helping Samandriel gather the books.

"No way, you're staying here. It's all your fault I couldn't do it anyways!" Dean blurts out, surprising both boys on the other side of the room.

"…I...see…" Castiel mumbles and Samandriel looks at them confused.

"I don't get it, what did you do?" He asks, receiving a gentle pat on the back.

"Nothing, Samandriel, we will study more tomorrow." Castiel promises, ushering Samandriel out the door before closing it.

"I see you have no problems because of last weekend." Dean huffs and Castiel shrugs.

"I didn't drink enough for a hangover and even if I had it has been a week already."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Castiel frowns. "I don't see why I should be bothered. I'm not the one who kissed his roommate."

"No, but you kissed back." Dean reminds him and Castiel shrugs.

"It felt nice."

"You…you can't really mean that." Dean says and Castiel sighs.

"Why are you so surprised? Again must I remind you that you kissed me?

"I'm not gay, Cas!"

Castiel looks at him confused. "I never said you were." He says, walking up to Dean. "You can like both men and women."

"But I don't like men! I only like you!" Dean blurts out, surprising Castiel and making him back up a little.

"I see…I suspected as much." Castiel admits, "And I would be lying if I said I did not like you as well."

"Wait…whoa, this is…this is too much." Dean says, backing away as well. "I can't…I can't just go from women to a guy. You're not even a girly guy. I mean your lips are sort of pretty like a woman's, but that's it! The rest of you is completely dude and that is just weird."

"My apologies on the gender." Castiel mumbles.

"Maybe we should just ignore it…" Dean decides and Castiel shrugs.

"That is what I was trying to do." Castiel says, "You were the one who brought it up."

"Would you stop pointing out everything I'm doing wrong?" Dean yells and Castiel looks him straight in the eyes.

"I never said those things were wrong." He points out, "I understand then. Yes, let us forget it ever happened." Castiel agrees, turning away from Dean and getting into bed with a textbook.

"Wha-? You…you're just gonna agree to forget it like that? I thought you liked me."

"I do. On occasion."

"Th-then put up some kind of fight!" Dean yells, making Castiel get up. To his surprise the smaller man goes to Dean, grabbing his shirt collar and slamming him into the wall.

"You're pissing me off Dean. I'm not here to fight for you, understand?" He says, letting Dean go and leaving the room. "I'll be at Balthazar's room, where I can actually get things done."
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A/N: It's short. I'm sorry. I don't know how these situations work I don't know why I did this omgsostupidwhatthehell. Anyways, sorry it's taking so long to update. The funeral home I'm interning at is keeping me wicked busy.