Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Scott and Steve are just random names.
"Dean, you need to let Cas have a life," Sam said.
"He does have a life, Sammy," Dean said.
"Outside of us?" Sam asked.
"If he wants to have a life outside of us, he can," Dean said. "I'm not stopping him."
"Yeah, because you don't glare at anyone who comes within a ten feet radius of him and make him seem like your property," Sam said sarcastically.
"I don't do that," Dean snapped.
"Uh, yeah, you do," Sam said.
"Well its because they're all trying to pick him up!"
"You don't know that,"
"Yes, Sammy, I do," Dean said in a mystical I'm-your-big-brother-and-therefore-know-everything voice. There was a pause before Sam answered.
"Dude, that didn't even work when I was six,"
So that was why, when Dean and Sam went to get drinks at the bar, and Dean saw a guy eyeing Castiel, he didn't make a beeline for Castiel's side.
"Hey, I'm Steve," a guy approached Castiel.
"I'm Castiel," Castiel said politely. Castiel looked at the man but didn't really see him. Instead, his eyes immediately searched for Dean who had promised to get beer.
"So did it hurt?" Castiel looked at his body confused. He wasn't bleeding anywhere so why would the man ask? He then looked back at the man who seemed a little more unsettled since Castiel was taking his time to reply to the question.
"Did what hurt?" Castiel asked.
"When you fell from heaven,"
"Yes," Castiel said. "Thank you for asking." The guy stared at him as Dean made his way over and gave Castiel a beer.
"Hey, sorry I took so long, angel. Who's this?" Dean asked, putting an arm around Castiel's waist.
"His name is Steve. He was concerned about if it hurt when I fell from heaven," Castiel said and Dean started laughing.
Dean of course, had to tell Sam that story when Sam made his way back to them and Sam told Gabriel who, a few days later, decided to pop in on Dean.
"Hey Dean, did it hurt?" Gabriel asked.
"Did what hurt, Gabriel?" Dean grunted, occupied with something on television. Gabriel waited until Dean had put the beer bottle to his lips and swallowed.
"When Castiel gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," Dean spat out a mouthful of beer.
"Hey, do you know that guy?" Dean asked, nodding at the guy who was coming over to their table with a determined look and a confident smirk on his face. To Dean's annoyance he was looking at Castiel. Dean put down his burger to put an arm around Castiel but Sam gave him a warning look so he picked the burger up again.
"No," Castiel said.
"Don't look at me," Sam said.
"I didn't kill any of his family," Gabriel said.
"Hey I'm Scott," the guys said, looking at Castiel with a smile.
"I'm Castiel," Castiel said when Dean nudged him after getting kicked by Sam.
"Is your daddy a terrorist? Because you are the bomb!" There was silence before Castiel turned to glare at the man and stand up.
"My father is not a terrorist! My brother is the one who-" Gabriel started laughing and reached over the table to put a hand over Castiel's mouth and hold his arms prisoner so he wouldn't smite Scott as Dean broke into laughter and Sam chuckled politely and led poor Scott away.