#vodkakevin

„Don’t get me wrong but if I could undo my mistakes interrupting your creepy business would be last on my list.“ Dean says and means it. In the past he has made so many mistakes, more than he could ever count but there was no point on trying to work himself up about them. Needless to mention he still does.

It was just his thing to not forget about the past and let it hunt him in his sleep or daily routine.

Every now and then a familiar thought of guilt pops up and he wants to drown these thoughts deeply.

Just like he wishes for some conclusion. He can’t work as a cupid. He’s no angel and he doesn’t want to shoot some strangers to make them fall in love with each other.

„Dean this has nothing to do with your past mistakes. This is about the importance of destined lovers to bond. Because of your small action of holding me back to touch her he laid his eyes down on someone else. Someone he’s not supposed to be with.“

„But what does this has to do with me? I’m no angel and therefore I don’t have this angelic mojo to make some idiots fall in love. Look I’m sorry I screwed up but I can’t help you.“

It’s funny how Dean is perfectly capable of arguing with the other man instead of asking him why he knows about his name. Why he knows about all of his past mistakes or anything else. All he does know is he can’t run around and help people to find their significant other.

Love is a miraculous and strange thing and the concept is so confusing for him as he always falls in love with the wrong person. Despite his countless One-night-stands and two fruitless attempt at a relationship he believes in love.

Maybe that’s the reason why the man is still asking him to do it.

One day, Dean thinks. He had worse.

One day won’t kill him and with that thought in mind he agrees to the other.

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The following day is almost unbearable. Whatever made Dean agree on this was now nowhere in sight.

Castiel, the angel offered his names after Dean had to ask plenty of times for it, was now walking closely next to him. They’re on their way to their next victim Dean liked to call them. Much to Castiel’s dislike which was shown by his pursed lips.

The action made Dean chuckle softly as his eyes wandered over the place.

Unfortunately the grocery market was crowded, too many people in there to make it easy to locate their target.

The man they’re looking for must be in their twenties and a little but clumsy but the information Cas had given him beforehand was sparely.

Dean could only assume for whom he was looking for and he was okay with it. The other two cases Castiel just had pointed out who he needs to touch.

Yes, a simple touch with his newly given bow in his palm was enough to make them fall in love.

It was fascinating and Dean was sure he would miss this ability very badly.

„There! It must be him!“ he points out louder than expected. The shop however is crowded enough to not raise suspicious to his odd behavior. Most people usually tend to ignore weird acts so there is no real problem with it. To not lose sight of his target all over again Dean quickens his steps to follow him behind a shelf filled with unnecessary things. Boxes filled with dry noodles and other similar stuff which reminds him to get some groceries later for the almost empty fridge in the bunker.

It has  a reason the brothers often argue with one another when Sam forgets about the important stuff when he’s out doing the shopping. Since then Dean is in charge of doing it. It’s better and the only person left to blame if something is missing is himself and not his younger brother.

Just as fast as Dean follows the man as quietly is the cupid. Castiel’s eyes are searching for the counterpart of the target. Where is the woman? She is nowhere to be seen what makes him frown.

She must be near otherwise he wouldn’t notice her soft presence in the area. He’s positive about it and without telling Dean that he wants to look for her in a different aisle of the shop he just continues the search.

The other man had the chance to collect some experience today and as confusing it was for Castiel he found it very easy to trust Dean. It was a miracle for himself, a little paradox as he knew about him so well.

Other cupids often cursed about the older Winchester how he was the reason for so many broken hearts and the work he was ruining it with his special behavior.

Castiel was smiling silently to himself when he found the woman.

The tall and petite blonde was looking at too different branded items in her hands. Both of them looked the same for Castiel’s untrained eyes for the human products.

There was no real difference between them and he was sure the woman was calculating in her head what was more likely to delight her purse than anything else.

That was something he picked up a few years ago. Humans tend to chose less pricey products over the higher priced ones to save money. Money was a big thing and as a cupid he also was aware of the murders people would commit to seek  either money or love.

It was horrible to put the meaningless bills on the same spot as love. Love which was so much stronger and beautiful than the empt promises of wealth.

Castiel shook his head as he moved forward to get closer to the woman who was still picking out items out of the shelf.

„Cas where are you?“ a loud voice yells out and with no further information Dean is coming down the aisle. His charge next to him. Why is the man following Dean?

Obviously confused with the current situation Cas dares to throw a irritated gaze at Dean. Maybe he could explain it to him.

The woman next to tilts her head slightly, she doesn’t want to get noticed.

She’s interested in what’s happening around her.

„I finally managed to find someone who could tell me where to find gluten free stuff in here.“ Dean explains why the man is following him and the fact that Castiel and the woman are both in front of the so called gluten free products makes the situation more logical but also awkward.

„Uhm I also found it I guess.“ Cas quickly replies before their poor acting gets noticed by the other two.

Unfortunately the woman starts to laugh and looks at them.

„I’m rather lucky to have so many guys around me. If one of you could get me the multigrain bread mix over there please?“ she asks for and before Dean or Castiel could react the man is the first one to get it for her.

Both of them stare at each other. It’s the perfect opportunity to let them fall in love. With Castiel on her side and Dean next to the man it’s just perfect.

Nodding in silent understanding they move to follow the oh so perfect plan when fate decides to play dirty tricks on them again.

The carton with the multigrain bread mix falls down and the man gets down on his knees at the same time as the woman and instead of touching one of them the cupid and the cupid-for-a-day touch another.

Fuck, it’s the first thought which crosses Dean’s clouded mind as he stares into big round blue eyes.

This was not supposed to happen and yet the angelic magic does it’s work. Only that Dean feels no big difference except for the fact he has the urge to follow his instincts and touch Castiel once again.

Unlike the entire day where he was too insecure to dare a single unreasonably touch.

Castiel must share this desire as the confusion leaves his stunning eyes.

Dean wants to drown in them so badly. He wants to get closer to the cupid, touch and taste him. Listen to his deep voice and ask him what to do now that they’re somehow worked the spell on themselves instead of their charges.

Yet he continues to stare at the other until the couple makes a loud noise. The man has cleared his throat with a grin on his face.

„I don’t want to interrupt the little scene here but I’d like to go through.“

„Oh… of course sorry.“ Dean mumbles. scratching the back of his neck. The discomfort very easy to to read in every little movement of his body. There is a tiny blush on his cheeks which matches the one on Castiel’s rosy ones.

„Me too! By the way are you also vegan?“ the woman questions as she walks away with her new acquaintance. He nods but Dean can’t concentrate on their talking. After all they are talking.

It’s something at least he tries to comfort himself with the knowledge he screwed up all over again.

Dean turns around to face the cupid. The urge to just kiss him is still lingering and tempting but he resists his desire for now.

„Cas look I’m sorry I didn’t meant to-„

He’s cut off by Castiel’s warm fingertip placed on his lips. The simple touch released a tingly feeling in his body.

„It’s okay you just need some more practice.“ Castiel then whispers and replaces his finger with his plump lips instead.