Angelic Confusion.

"Dean," said a voice, waking him from sleep.

Dean sat up with a gasp, scrambling for the gun on the bedside table before his brain identified the voice.

"Hey Cas," he croaked, blinking and sitting up properly, trying to get a grasp of his bearings. "What do you want?"

Cas sat down beside him and stared at him hard. Dean had to look away, it was too early in the morning for intense staring.

"I have came across a word that I do not understand, Dean. It was uttered by a woman to her comrade, yet when I tried to ask her what it meant she screamed and ran away."

Dean groaned inwardly. That sounded exactly like something only Cas would do. He had to try keep the smile off his face at the though of Cas seriously asking two women what a probably dirty word meant.

"What did she say, Cas?" Dean asked, with a resigned note in his voice.

"She referred to it as a 'blowjob'." He said, staring at Dean seriously.

Dean stared back for a minute, and then burst into laughter.

Cas frowned. "What is the matter Dean? Why are you laughing?"

Dean continued to laugh. After eventually stopping, he stood up.

"Come on Cas," he said, grabbing his jacket. "Come with me."

Dean had slept in his clothes, so he had no need to get dressed. Two minutes later the two men were sitting in the Impala, driving into town. Cas was starting to worry at this point. "Dean... where are we going?"

"You'll find out in a minute."

After another ten minutes of silence, Dean pulled up outside a bar, and turned to the angel beside him.

"Right, so here's what you're going to do. After you go in there, start chatting up some chick. Buy her a few drinks, whatever. Then, if she starts hinting about doing other stuff, you go home with her or to a bathroom, whatever she wants, and then you ask her to give you a blowjob. Clear?"

Cas frowned.

"Your instructions are clear, Dean, yet you have failed to explain to me what this word means."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go find out." Dean watched Cas as he went into the bar, shaking his head and trying to keep the smile off his lips. He could remember his first blowjob- he'd been fourteen. She was fifteen- they'd bunked off school together, and both wanted to know what it felt like to go further than snogging.

He got the feeling Cas was going to have a completely different experience.

Dean woke to sunlight streaming into the car. He must have fallen asleep- where was Cas?

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. God, he could murder some whiskey. Idiot- he was right outside a bar.

Ten minutes later Cas came over to the Impala. His hair was rumpled, and his clothes were a mess. Dean grinned and took another slug of whiskey. He chuckled to himself as Cas sat down on the seat next to him, staring straight ahead.

"Dean?" He asked, still not looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want a blowjob?"