Mystery Man
Dean couldn't help but get lost in thought on his drive home. He couldn't help but wonder, what was that guy like when he was actually drunk? What happened when his inhibitions were completely down, when his eyes lost that focus, when he was so fully relaxed he was unapologetically himself, unapologetically loud..
Dean shook the thought from his mind. Last night,he decided, was definitely one of the weirder work nights.
He stopped home first, wanted to get out of those clothes. The sound of his car parking was apparently instantly recognizable as his brother opened their door fairly quickly.
Dean raked his fingers through his hair and sighed before getting out. "Heya, Sammy."
Sam gave Dean a little nod. "It's like, one. You know that right?"
Dean nodded, passing through their home's threshold. "Sure do."
"Were you that far away? Like cities over?"
Dean shook his head. "Not really."
Sam clearly couldn't hide his surprise. "You okay?"
Dean looked over at his younger brother with a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
Sam just raised an eyebrow. "Who was she?"
Dean shook his head. "He was a writer type. Met him at work." Sam nodded, expecting Dean to continue. He did. "I crashed at his place, ironic since I drove him home."
Sam was definitely missing something. He figured,however, that they were disgusting details and didn't mind. "You still going in today?"
"Mhm. Shower first." Dean patted the much taller brother's shoulder before heading to his room.
From there, as he took of his shirt, he called to the living room. "Wait a minute, Sammy. Why're you home?"
Sam called back. "Time off."
"Time off?"
"Yeah. After finals we get most of December and January off."
"Lucky s.o.b's."
The water ran, and that was the end of the conversation. Dean stepped in,letting the water rush all down his face for a moment before turning his back to the stream.
Dean and Jo decided to keep the doors closed today. It was a Wednesday afternoon, they figured not many people would be coming in, and those who were planning to could easily find somewhere else. Maybe they'd change their minds when night fell.
But currently, they were sitting at their own bar, eating lunch. There was music playing faintly, classic rock. Jo's playlist, which Dean highly approved of.
In between bites, Jo cut off Dean's story."Never mind that.I want the juicy stuff.What happened last night?"
Dean made a vague hand gesture and mumbled before taking another bite.
"That's not an answer, Dean."
Dean looked up at his cousin and shrugged. "Not much happened actually."
"Bullshit." Jo called, taking a sip of her water. "If it was that dirty, you're right. I don't wanna know."
"No, seriously. We made out and then he backed off, something about a conscious." Dean's tone was joking, even though he was relaying the truth.
"That's a first. Did you leave?"
Dean let out that same wanna-be laugh. "Nope."
"No?" Jo was surprised for the second time that day, tossing her hair over her shoulder in order to keep it out of her face -out of her food.
"Nope. He slept on the couch, and gave me the bed."
Jo raised an eyebrow. "I feel like I'm missing something."
"You and me both, Jo. But, that's all. Wanted me to stay 'cause 'it's late and raining and you're drunk.'" Dean gave his best Cas impression.
Jo made a face that indicated she was amused. "Not a bad guy. Get his number?"
Dean shook his head. "Left it up to him, told him to come back here if he wanted."
"Of course you did. Did you get his name at least?"
"That I did. Castiel."
Jo grinned. "Bless you." That was their shared inside joke from childhood. Anytime there was a name they thought was hard to pronounce, they pretended it sounded like a sneeze.
Dean pushed her playfully. "It's not that bad. Named after an angel or something, I don't remember the explanation."
Jo rolled her eyes. "So the guy you almost hooked up with was named after an angel? So much for 'no chick flick moments', huh,Dean?"
"Shut up."
"I hope angel boy comes back. I wanna meet him."
"Something tells me he will."
Dean remembered Cas's little comment about cliffhangers. He was convinced he wouldn't leave it there. Maybe it was wishful thinking.