@CastielNovak How does one be a 'wingman'? Need responses asap please.
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Cas and Dean decided to take separate cars to the bar. Once they got there, they met up at the front door.

Dean looked at Cas and groaned. "Dude, haven't you ever been in a bar before?"

"Yes, I have. We met in a bar." Cas tilted his head, not understanding.

Dean reached forward and attempted to remove Cas's trenchcoat. "You shouldn't wear this in a bar to pick up chicks, Jack."

Cas embarrassingly let Dean pick at him. He still hadn't shaved but, thankfully, the longer stubble looked good on him. His hair was still messy. Dean stepped back and looked him over once more.

Cas's hair was fluffed out, unlike usual, his tie slightly looser than normal, his white dress shirt rolled up above his elbows, and his suit jacket gone. Dean handed the two coats back to Castiel and instructed him to put them back in his car. After doing so, they entered.

Dean walked in and immediately recognized the place. He had been here numerous times in his lifetime. "Welcome to Lucky's," Dean spoke, louder than normal.

Cas didn't respond as they made their way over to the bar. It was crowded for a Tuesday night. They managed to find two adjacent seats to one another.

"My usual," Dean called out to the bartender. "And, get this man whatever he wants," he added.

"Just a blue moon, please."

Dean glanced around the room. The bar had remodeled a few weeks previously and Dean appreciated the new interior. Before, it was a gross orange and yellow. The tables were white and the walls were orange; the only reason Dean going was for the hot chicks and good beer.

Now, the bottom half of the walls were a deep chocolate stained wood, the reflection of the lights shining off of the glistening topcoat. The top half was a deep green - a color most associate with golf. He decided that sport especially because of the golf clubs hanging on the walls, stacked on top of one another on its own shelf horizontally.

The walls and ceiling met with another line of wood crowning as the ceiling was made of wood. It had a high ceiling considering the small area but was countered with wooden beams about twelve feet in the air. Light fixtures hung from them and lit the interior a soft, golden yellow.

The bar was a continuation of the wooden walls. The top was a dark marble, sleek to the touch and clearly expensive. Wrapped around the exterior of it was about a half inch thick piece of the stained wood. The back wall was mostly glass and had a back counter to it as well. The counter had a fridge under it, presumably to keep bottled beers in in case they didn't have it on tap.

Dean was a slight interior design fan. He even added on Sammy's room to the apartment and moved the bathroom from where it was in the past - the walls now knocked down and replaced with the livingroom.

"Dean, I believe those girls are looking at you," Cas said, bringing him back to reality. He looked over towards the edge of the bar that looped around and sure enough, there were a group of about six girls looking in their direction. He showed his signature smile and waved them over.

The girls stood from their seats and make their way towards the two. While they were approaching, a redhead spoke, "Oh my God, is that you?"

Dean grinned. "Yes, it is. Do I know you?"

The redhead stopped in front of Cas and looked at him. "Not you," she sassed.

Dean took a huge blow to his ego. "You know Jack but not me?"

"Jack?" she said, looking back at Castiel. He leaned in towards the group and whispered something in their ears, face beet red when he pulled away.

They all smiled and a few of them migrated to Dean. "Well, hello. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," the one brunette said seductively.

"It's Dean. How about yours, sweetheart?" he asked, specifically to the girl who just spoke. The other girls just smiled.

"Robin," she replied. She leaned forward and nibbled on the bottom of his ear before leaning back slightly and saying, "How about we get outta here?"

Dean was impressed and already very entertained. This girl was clearly a beta with an Alpha personality and he loved it. Two of the six were actual Alphas but none made any advances towards Dean. As much as he loved taking the lead, he loved the women taking it more. After being in charge all day every day, sometimes he just wants to relax and listen. It wasn't often he let women do this, maybe once a year considering his craving for control, but when he did, it was spectacular.

She took his hand gently and he grinned as she pulled him up from his seat and out the door.

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(Dean: bold, Cas: italics)

Hey, you get laid last night?

Read: 7:24am

Why didn't you answer me?

Read: 9:37am

Jack?

Who is this?

Dean

Oh. Hello, Dean. How did you get my number?

You gave it to me for your car

Oh, alright.

So did you?

Yes.

Which girl?

Read: 9:39am

You didn't go home with one of them?

No.

Why not?

Read: 9:39am

I didn't want to.

Why not? The redhead seemed into you

April is not into me.

You got her name! Did you get her number too? Invite her out tonight

No, I knew all of them and was not interested in having intercourse with them.

Oh, yeah buddy I get that. Dont want her coming up to you again later on asking why you didn't call

Yes, that is exactly why.

Well, you know what?

Yes, Dean?

Let's go out again tonight. Somewhere that'll hopefully help you. Bring ones

Hi im in class rn and i just wanted to update. This is gonna be a 2 parter so its short lol okay ily all bye

Ps next chapter has mature contenntttt