#oblivious!cas

Mick has to explain to Cas that he was flirting. Cas has some realizations about the things Dean has said to him.

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Misha and Adam's comments at Momento Con this weekend were fantastic.

Ironically, Cas being in denial, oblivious!Cas from early seasons, and Mick's obvious flirting gave me a Casmick idea (it's still Destiel though of course)

I've never shipped Casmick, but the concept of realization via the transitive property compelled me.

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Cas called Mick asking to talk about a case, and they met up at a bar.

Seated on the stools at the far end, by the woodgrain wall, they began talking shop. Cas looked confused each time that Mick leaned a bit towards him or asked him a personal question.

Mick realized that Cas was still oblivious and decided to spell it out for him. Cas looked genuinely surprised.

"So, that was flirting?"

"...Yes. Quite bluntly, I might add."

Cas thought back to all of the similar things Dean had said to him over the years.

Well Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid.

So I'm Thelma and you're Louise, and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?

On the other hand you, you're looking good.

...I needed a super strong dude in a trenchcoat...

There were many more things Dean had said that were loving, but Cas had assumed they were meant platonically.

If "I bet you could finish me off without breaking a sweat" was blunt flirting, according to Mick, then maybe Dean's "not for nothing," "Thelma and Louise," and "super strong dude in a trench coat" comments were in the same category.

Dean did tend to roll his eyes after saying these things, just like Mick had. It was even more interesting that right then, in the bar, Mick had been leaning into Cas' space and eying him strangely. Come to think of it, when Dean made the Thelma and Louise comment, he had come right up to Cas' face and given him a similar look...

"Whoa; earth to angel!" Mick was waving his hand in front of Cas' face.

Cas shook his head to clear it and looked back at Mick. "Um, should I be blunt here?"

Mick shrugged and gestured broadly. "Psh; by all means." Can he even be any other way?

"I am...not interested. You've given me a lot to think about though, so thank you for that."

Cas tipped his empty beer bottle slightly in acknowledgement and walked away before Mick could regain his composure and respond.

Cas had to do some "blunt flirting" of his own.

End notes under the cut

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Dean grits his teeth as he stares down at the table, watching the couple--watching the two people across the table from him in the reflection of a spoon. He needs to relax. His jaw hurts from the force of his irritation, but every time he makes an effort to loosen his jaw, he hears the scraping, tinkling laugh of the kikimora. Worse yet are the cooed endearments, all dropped directly in Cas’ lap, for Cas to do whatever Cas does with compliments, but for Dean to obsess over, until he’s nothing more than a tightly wound ball of tension that’s three seconds away from exploding. 

Definitely wasn’t supposed to go down like this. 

It was supposed to be a fairly easy case--3 men, all in fairly good health, went to bed one night and never woke up the next morning. The perplexed medical examiner finally put the cause of death down to heart attack, in lieu of any other explanation. But the rictus expression of fear and the clawed hands, frozen in the act of clutching the blankets, had all spoken of something unnatural. 

It had taken them a few tries before they landed on kikimora. They’re not common. To Dean’s knowledge, Dad had come across the hint of one once, and Bobby had killed one, once, about twenty years ago. Silver and salt, was all Bobby’s journal said, and Dad’s journal didn’t even say that much. Don’t look her in the eyes, was Bobby’s other piece of advice, along with the warning that kikimora usually fixated on young men, to drive them wild with desires, and young women, to drive them mad with jealousy. This one has deviated somewhat off script in that she’s literally terrifying men to death, which means that she has to be put down. 

It had been a foolproof plan, or as close to foolproof as the Winchesters got. Find the kikimora--the instructions were a little vague there, since all the lore said was that she would be in the guise of a beautiful woman and possibly have chicken feet--but Dean had figured with Cas alongside them, there wasn’t much cause to worry. While his grace isn’t what it used to be, Cas can still venture into a bar or club and pick out any ten monsters, usually before both his feet are in the door. Plus, there was an added advantage to bringing him along.  

“After all,” Dean had said, tucking his silver knife into the inner pocket of his suit, “you’ll be able to look her in the eyes, no problem.”

Dean should really know by now not to say shit like that.

Chapters: 22/22 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Cain (Supernatural), Colette Mullen, Abel (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Samuel Campbell, Christian Campbell, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Eileen Leahy Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Pack Dynamics, Pack Feels, Pack Bonding, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Whump, Awkward Castiel (Supernatural), Pining, Mutual Pining, Castiel/Dean Winchester Mutual Pining, Virgin Castiel, Cabin Fic, Pack Building, Snowed In, Strangers to Lovers, Mail Order Brides, (sorta) - Freeform, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Sharing Body Heat, Isolation, Knotting, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Threats of Violence, Attempted Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, I promise, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Implied Mpreg, Bloodlust, Possessive Castiel, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Come Marking, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Werewolf Mates, Full Shift Werewolves, Hurt/Comfort, living off the grid, Oblivious Castiel, everything works out, Scent Marking, Marking, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Creampie, desecration of a perfectly good pie, Masturbation, Masturbation in Shower, DeanCasMB2018, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, elements from teen wolf, Fusion, Idiots in Love, cabin in the woods, Attempt at Humor, Mating Bond, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

For some of us, it’s easy, close your eyes, take a breath, and jump. For others, it takes an entire bottle of whiskey, a slow, unreliable internet connection, and years of self-induced isolation on a picturesque mountainside to do what they have to do. What they need to do. Many years after losing his own pack, his family, an act he blames himself for, Alpha-Were Castiel is skilled at not giving himself even the smallest of pleasures, including that of a pack. An alpha needs a pack. It’s written into their DNA. It’s so much more than just having a mate. It’s the pack bonds that make an alpha whole, and the longer Castiel denies himself one, the more he loses of his humanity.

When a drunken, desperate act brings a beautiful, vibrant omega to his doorstep with a disastrous winter storm nipping at his heels, Castiel knows he does not deserve the gift. Sending Dean back down the mountain would be certain death for the young were, but allowing him to stay will undoubtedly change Castiel’s life forever. Maybe it’s time for Castiel to leave his darkness in the past, where it belongs. With Dean standing next to him on the precipice, there’s nothing left for Castiel to do but close his eyes, take a breath, and leap.

Honestly, I have no idea where this came from but I hope y’all enjoy it!

They had just finished a case in Snohomish, Washington and were unwinding after a week's worth of running around town looking for cursed objects in a local bar when the guy walked over to their table.

Apparently Snohomish was the antique capital of the northwest which made their search for a collection of objects that a witch had cursed before fleeing the country. While Cas had been rather content to patter around town inspecting everything from antique lamps to ancient hope chests, Dean had been more impatient.

There had been only two upsides to the whole case, the day that they got to check out a classic car show just in case the witch had cursed one of the vehicles and the fact that no one had actually purchased any of the cursed items.

A single wave of Cas' hand and the objects were as good as new, perfectly suitable for purchase. The fur stole made of sable would no longer skin its buyer alive and the sewing kit would not overwhelm anyone with the urge to gouge out their eyes and sew their mouths shut.

Cas had calmly explained the curses associated with all of the objects as they had strolled out of the umpteenth antique store they had visited that week. Both Sam and Dean had winced at some of the curses, especially the one involved with the mostly naked tchotchke of a busty blonde pinup girl.

They had bought a few little trinkets, that Cas had assured them were not cursed, in order to not look suspicious. Wandering around an antique store for two hours, clearly looking for something, before leaving empty handed wasn't easily overlooked.

Especially not by the little old lady behind the front counter who had watched the three of them like a hawk during their search. Dean hadn't been sure if she was just curious, worried they were going to steal something, or a homophobic baby boomer trying to figure out who was sleeping with who in their little trio.

For the record, the answer was nobody was sleeping with anybody. Not yet, anyway.

He was still working on his eight year plan to woo a certain blue eyed angel. It wasn't really working all that well so far but Dean was nothing if not persistent.

He preferred that description over stubborn son of a bitch which was admittedly more accurate.

So they had left the antique store with useless little baubles that would probably get lost amongst the rest of the crap in the Bunker.

Sam had predictably picked out an old leather bound book written in a language he didn't even speak, let alone read. He had simply shrugged and asked Cas, their friendly neighbor polyglot, if he could help him learn it.

Dean had selected an old canine tooth hanging off a leather cord, assuming the tooth had once belonged to a lion or tiger. Cas had shortly thereafter informed him that it was a manticore's tooth, earning an impressed whistle from the hunter who had run his thumb over the chunk of bone.

Cas' choice was hands down the oddest of the afternoon. After narrowing his eyes and wandering through the different sections of the antique shop, Cas had finally settled on a small leather pouch full of keys, half of which were broken or bent.

At Dean and Sam's questioning looks, Cas had followed Sam's earlier example and shrugged. He explained he simply thought they were interesting and that was the end of the conversation.

After packing into the Impala, they had driven downtown to cozy little bar called the Trophy Room because everything in Snohomish just had to do with antiques. Hell, the bar even had a cocktail menu full of drinks bearing antiques-related names.

Naturally, while Sam and Dean ordered beers, Cas gave in to curiosity and requested a 50's Cadillac cocktail. It arrived in a martini glass with a wedge of lime and a bright smile from their waitress who kept making googly eyes at Sam.

It was while Dean was joking about staying in town for another night so Sam could get his rocks off with the pretty brunette who was clearly enamored with him that the guy strode across the bar to their table.

He was dressed in a suit, his outfit mirroring Cas' almost exactly save for his lack of a tie and trench coat and the addition of cubic zirconia studded cufflinks. His black hair was slicked back with about a jar and a half's worth of hair gel.

His face was gaunt, high cheekbones accentuating the fact. He had dark eyes, probably brown or hazel, in stark contrast to his pale skin.

He was probably some sort of office worker, a manager or chief officer of marketing or finances judging by the way he walked. He kept his held high, chin raised while he maintained perfect posture, shoulders squared.

He was good-looking in an unremarkable way. The kind of guy that Dean wouldn't have been able to pick out of a line-up with a gun to his head.

"You know..." he drawled as he set his elbow on the table, standing beside Cas. It was obvious that he only had eyes for the angel, not even bothering to acknowledge Sam and Dean as he continued, "I think I just saw the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life."

Cas just blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes in confusion as he looked at the other man. It was clear that he had no idea why a complete stranger was addressing him so casually, no doubt trying to figure out if the man was some sort of supernatural creature.

Dean muffled a laugh with a forced cough before taking another sip of his beer, leaning back to watch how things would unfold. Business guy would throw out a couple of pick-up lines, Cas would shut him down, and he would go running back to the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

"I suppose congratulations are in order," Cas stated matter of factly before raising his glass to his lips and taking another sip of his frou-frou drink. After finishing it, he met the other man's eyes and calmly said, "Congratulations."

But Mr. Business Suit didn't the easy out. Instead, he smiled a bit and pointed at something over Cas' shoulder, urging, "Yeah, y'know, if you look now you'll see him right there."

As expected, Cas turned his head to peer at whatever the still unnamed man was pointing at. The trio of hunters were seated at a table directly next to a wall.

A wall of mirrors. Dean immediately saw what the guy was aiming for, moderately impressed.

Cas squinted at his reflection, tipping his head to the side in contemplation. Dean was suddenly reminded of all those YouTube videos of kittens staring at their reflections, biting his tongue to refrain from making the comparison aloud.

"I don't understand," Cas announced as he turned back to Dean, looking to him for answers. It kindled a warm, butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling in him that he was the go-to source of reference when it came to humans and all the confusion that went along with the species.

But it turned out, his endless wellspring of knowledge concerning all things human wasn't needed. A moment later, Cas answered his own unspoken question, murmuring, "I just see me."

Taking pity on the poor guy, or rather, poor angel, Dean snorted and explained, "He's flirting with you, Cas."

This is one of the prompts I got. If you’ve sent me a prompt, don’t worry, I’ll get to it.

“The one where Cas learns the concept of pet names and starts using them casually on waiters and waitresses wherever they go and Dean gets jealous. Cas doesn't understand what’s going on with him and asks and Dean gets mad and says something like "what's wrong is that you've been calling random people these sweet names and you've never used them on me." and Cas goes "Oh, I thought you didn’t like pet names." and then, however you wanna end it.”

It was all Sam’s fault. That sasquatch, yeti-haired hippie was the cause of the worst day of Dean Winchester’s life. No, he didn’t start another apocalypse. That would’ve been better. That bastard went and told Cas the use of pet names.  Yes, that was worse than the apocalypse. Shut up.

Cas had decided the best way to learn about being human was to watch his two favorite humans and out of everything he could’ve learned he had to go and learn about Dean and the weird endearments he used on others. Because of Cas’ utter curiosity, he had asked Sam to explain the use of the pet names. Sam to his amusement taught Cas why people used pet names and what all are pet names. Cas had seemed satisfied after that, and the brothers thought that was the end of that. Boy, were they wrong!

It happened first when they were at a dingy diner. Dean had been talking to Sam about the case they were working on when he saw the waiter walking towards them. Before he could even say hi to her, Cas had turned towards her and smiled - that was shocking enough for Dean -  and to Dean absolute shock, Cas had said-

“Hi, darling. Could I get a cup of coffee, please.” At that point, Dean had spat out his water and Sam was trying to muffle his laughter. The waiter had smiled at Cas before giving Dean a disgusted look and then walking away to get the coffee.

“What the hell, Cas?!” Dean had meant that to come out as indifferent but he was more angry and confused than he had thought apparently. At least it got Cas’ attention. Silver lightning.

“Sam had told me that you used “pet names” to indicate your affection towards others or to show you are being nice. I wanted her to know her services were appreciated.” Cas completed saying with a nod, like what he said was completely obvious to everyone else but Dean. Dean was glaring at Sam the entire time Cas was monologuing. Sam looked awfully innocent.

“Yeah, whatever,” Dean mumbled and went back to his breakfast. Hopefully, it wouldn’t happen again.

It happened again. Multiple times. No matter if they were men or women, Cas always seemed to use some sort of pet name on them. It was frustrating, to say the least. Some of ‘em even reacted in a very positive way. God only knew how many numbers Cas had gotten. 14. It was 14 numbers.        Dean had counted. You know, just to make sure none of them were bad. That’s why. No other reason at all. None.

Even Sam had seemed concerned. Dean wasn’t sure if Sam was concerned about the fact that Cas seemed to be an attraction magnet or because Dean looked constipated every time it happened. It didn’t matter. It was all Sam’s fault anyway. That didn’t do anything to make Dean feel better. He was currently nursing a cold beer and staring at Cas (nothing creepy about that at all) while Cas flirted with the bartender. The angel of the Lord was freakin’ flirting. Unbelievable. Dean wasn’t completely sure if Cas knew he was flirting, not that it mattered. Cas was giving his attention to the stupid bartender rather than to Dean. Damn right he was in a crappy mood.

“Well, I get off in 20 minutes if you’re interested in coming home with me.”

“No!” Dean’s outburst stumped him more than anybody else but that didn’t stop him. “He’s not coming home with you. He’s coming home with me.” And with that Dean had dragged Cas off the bar. Cas might’ve been surprised enough to lose control because Dean wasn’t sure how he dragged an Angel of the Lord. God help him.

“Dean-”

“No, Cas, we’re not doing this here. Get in the car.” Dean had got in before Cas could even say something. He didn’t know what he was going to do. What the hell did he just do?! He hoped he had a blank face when he felt Cas sit on the passenger seat. Fuck, okay.

“Dean. What’s wrong?” Dean couldn’t hear any anger in Cas’ voice, just concern and confusion. Okay, at least that’s good.

“Nothing.” Nice. Denial should be his middle name.

He could feel rather than see Cas’ eye roll. “Dean.”

Right. Okay. “It’s just… well,” fuck, was it hot in here? Just spit it out Winchester “Idon’tlikeitwhenyouflirtwithothers.” Nailed it.

“What? Dean, I wasn’t flirting with anyone.” Cas’ confusion was more evident in his voice now. God, were they really going to have this conversation? Now, after all these years?

“Yes, you were, Cas. When you call people things like “darling” and “sweetheart”, they take it as flirting. I don’t like it,” Dean mumbled. He was dying on the inside.

“I still don’t see what’s wrong, Dean.” Fuck, that’s it.

“What’s wrong is that you’ve been calling random people these sweet names and you’ve never used them on me!” Dean was panting by the end of it and he could feel his eyes sting. Why couldn’t Cas see what he was doing to Dean? Stupid angel.

“Oh,” Cas said after what felt like 100 years. “I thought you wouldn’t like if I called you any of those names.”

What.

“Ca-what? All I’ve wanted is for you to call me that and look at me like…”

“Like what, Dean?” Did Cas sound hopeful? No, he couldn’t be, but Dean had to take the chance.

“Like you love me just like I love you,” Dean said so softly, he wasn’t sure Cas even hear him.

Then he felt soft lips against his. Cas’ lips. Holy shit. There were hands caressing his face softly while Cas’ mouth slowly worked with Dean’s. It was…It was amazing! He wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or laugh. He had wanted this for so long and he’d finally got it! God, it felt good. When they had parted for air - their foreheads pressing together - Cas had looked him right in the eye, love practically pouring from it and said-

Oh Cas, you completely adorable, oblivious thing!

The thing is the thought never has crossed Castiel’s mind. He’s so certain that Dean likes him as only a friend that he doesn’t let himself think about possibilities that couldn’t be.

Word Count: 6,320

Description: Dean's got a crush on this freshman, Cas. He's working his way steadily along to asking him out, and then he finds out Cas is going on a goddamn date. Safe to say, he's not letting Cas go that easy.