14: [Action] Night Moves

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[ooc; Double-date is for Dean, Castiel, Santana, and...the mystery date.]

"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table.  He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried.  He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it.  There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.

God, he's starving.

"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves."  He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right.  He adjusts his tie with a little grimace.  Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else.  Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.

Cas is supposed to show up soon.  Before the dates arrive.  Dean checks his watch and makes a face.  "...c'mon, Cas.  It's show time."  Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.

With any luck, he might get some action tonight.

Finally.

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Once they've walked over to the bar in the corner, Dean opens up in pissed-off, hushed tones.

"What the Hell is your angle? Kurt? Seriously?"

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Santana doesn't really see the problem.

"Yeah, so? I thought you liked him." And the thing is, she's not joking or being sarcastic or bitchy for once.

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"Yeah, as like a brother," Dean hisses, brow furrowed. Why is she so nonchalant about this? "And I may have not seen it before, but I do now, and you had to have known that he's...like...shit, he's crushing on me."

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Oh.

"Wait, are you sure?" she asks, shooting a look back towards the table. "I mean, no offense, but everything you've done with him sounds pretty gay, like you like him back."

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"Jesus, do you not have a sibling or something? It's bonding. My brother and I do that shit all the time!" Dean rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to throw his hands up. "How many reasons do I have to throw at you? Not only is he sixteen and I'm twenty-eight, but I'm not gay."

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Personally, Santana's now just wondering how gay he and his brother must act.

"Seriously?" she asks instead, pretty obviously disbelieving. "Because you being gay makes a whole hell of a lot of sense. You were totally drooling over that Doctor Sexy guy!"

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Santana's kidding, right? She has to be. Since when did Dean Winchester being gay make sense in any universe?

"It's a friggin' show. A straight man's allowed to have a mancrush. Excluding that, how the Hell am I gay?"

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"Just like everything you've said and done! But apparently you're used to that, so whatever." Santana's clearly judging him on that, by the way. "And then you and Mr. Angel over there..."

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Oh, Jesus. She's bringing up Cas. And Dean and Castiel had already had a little chat about pretending the wing-incident never happened, because Dean hadn't been in his right mind when he'd started snuggling with gray angel feathers.

"What about Cas?" He growls, hackles rising.

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Yeah, because that touchiness is really going to make her think nothing's going on.

"Uh, to name one thing...he said you told him he makes you tingly. I don't even know any straight guys that would use that word."

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"You're kidding, right?" He groans. "It was a joke, sweetheart. I was being sarcastic. Do you have any idea how little Cas understands? He probably didn't know I was kidding."

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"And I was supposed to know that how? Did you forget that I was pretty damn sure you're super gay?"

This sucks. If he's actually straight, why the hell doesn't he sleep with her?!

She's not actually so sure he's not still totally repressed, actually. Especially with the Cas factor, no matter what Dean says.

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"So that's why you shoved Kurt in here instead of some hot chick?" Dean massages his temples. "Jesus, could you be any worse? You know how much he likes me, Santana. This is gonna hurt him."

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Know what else sucks? The one time Santana tries to do something nice for someone not-Brittany, she gets lectured for being an awful person.

And usually she wouldn't even care much, but this is just stupid.

"Oh my god, I thought you liked him back! Did you ever think I wasn't doing this to be a bitch? I mean, yeah, if I was, this would be really impressive, but I wasn't. Trust me, I'd take credit for it."

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He looks at her critically, brow furrowed, and rubs at the back of his neck. "Okay, okay, fine - Take a friggin' chill pill, I got it. You're not a bitch."

But now they're still in deep shit. Dean sighs wearily.

"...What the fuck are we going to do? He keeps makin' moony eyes at me."

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Santana can't help it: she snickers. "No, I am a bitch, just not for this."

She has no delusions about who she is.

"Can't you just tell him you're too old for him or whatever? You seem to get a lot of use out of that."

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"I already told him how old I am," Dean grumbles, making a face at her raking a hand through his cropped hair. "You think he'd actually care? He's fragile enough already; I'd hate to think what rejection would do to his brain, aside from having it melt out his ears."

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Well, it's not like Santana cared about his age, either. She's not thrilled with having multiple things in common with Kurt, though.

"I don't know! Tell him you're married back home, you're becoming a monk, whatever!"

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"...seriously?"

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Would any of that have stopped you?"

Yeah, he didn't think so.

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Santana rolls her eyes.

"First of all, Kurt Hummel does not have the balls to go after someone with thousands of reasons not to. He's a romantic little virgin; he had a crush on one of the jocks and like, the furthest he got was touching the guy on the arm.

Second, marriage might put me off." The guy had to be really hot for that mess to be worth it.

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"All right, Jesus." Dean holds his hands up in defense. "So he's living in Disney princess world. This makes it frickin' harder. I like him as a friend, Santana - the way I like my brother - So none of this is going to work for him. How else?"

How else can I keep from shattering his soul when he finds out that I'm not gay and I'm not going to be?

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"Seriously? You want me to have all the answers? Don't you have to let people down all the time? Look at you!" She waves a hand at him, annoyed.

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Dean would be flattered by the accusation that he gets proposals of love and fornication all the time if he wasn't panicking about Kurt freaking out. "No, I don't kn-" He groans, covering his face with both hands and thinking through everything. "Jesus, I feel like a teacher telling a student to back the fuck off. Okay, fine. Fine, I'll...rgh. He hasn't admitted anything yet, so should I wait until then?"

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Santana was not dumb enough to let on that she was finding this kind of hilarious. Dean was just so uncomfortable about it, how could she not be amused?

"I guess. Or you could start dropping hints about your not being into him like you're totally clueless. You know, like you were up until, what, half an hour ago?" She smiles sweetly. "Let him down without actually doing it, whatever."

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Dean makes a petulant, whining noise and mumbles, "I can kill a friggin' vampire with my bare hands, but I can't get a teenager to stop eyefucking me. Awesome."

He sighs. There's truth in Santana's words, as much as Dean hates to admit it, and he has no other options. He's either gotta suit up and ask Kurt outright, or continue to play dumb.