Nerdy ass

endverse.

Ordering food? They're passing the phone back and forth

Getting dressed? Gotta make sure Cas' tie is done and Dean's jacket collar is straight

Taking a piss? It's a party in the bathroom. If girls can do it, so can they

Coming to you on September 28

Last Call, Second Chance

Written by @blackhorsedances with art by @stonelions

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 7083

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak 

Ships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV 

Tags: No archive warnings apply, AU/Modern, Bartender Dean Winchester, Forensic Auditor Castiel Novak, Dean and Cas Use Their Words, Dean and Cas become friends, Low Angst 

Summary:  A chance recommendation takes middle-aged and newly-unemployed Castiel Novak to The Pirate’s Den where the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen serves him the best burger he’s ever eaten. As he and the man talk, he reflects on how stark and narrow his life has become.

Dean Winchester’s cutting his last tie with this little town at the end of his shift. His car is packed and he’s ready to see where the open road leads. The thing is, this guy that just came in looks like Dean feels: beat-down by life, sad, and scruffy. He needs a good meal and some good cheer, and that’s kinda Dean’s specialty.

They talk, they laugh, and they connect. When it’s time for last call, will they go their separate ways, or will they take a second chance?

Excerpt: “Thinking again?” Dean’s voice is calm, even, and the undertone is friendly.

Castiel snorts. “Yes. I’ve been told I overthink things.”

“An overthinker, huh? Well, Rodin, that offer of coffee and a listening ear is still open. If you, uh, wanna talk, that is. I mean…you seem like a nice guy, so I’m guessing your employer–uh, former employer, sorry man–must be a real piece of work.”

“You don’t know that, Dean. I could be a ‘real piece of work’,” he accentuates the words with the air quotes that delighted Dean earlier, and Dean laughs, “as you put it. I could be a serial killer, for all you know.”

Dean shrugs. “Well, I suppose I could go find you some Corn Flakes…”

Castiel laughs, helpless, caught in the gleam of Dean’s eyes.

The staff table is roughly the size of the large tray Dean handles so expertly. There is a chair angled in the corner next to the swinging kitchen doors, and a chair angled in the corner at the back of the first booth. The space does not look large enough for two tall men, even though Castiel has lost weight. “Are you sure about this, Dean?”

I was wondering about the bunker having a sauna and couldn't stop thinking about it