For @darksilvercat's TFE twitfic. Dean/Castiel-Dean teaches Cas how to play pool.

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This would be a piece of cake, Dean thought.

"Just like we practiced, Cas," Dean told him. Castiel nodded and leaned down to break. Dean's hand ghosted right over Castiel's hips before he that they weren't in practice mode anymore and Castiel was a big boy and could break on his own. He stayed pressed close against his back though.

He hit the cue ball and it went sailing across the table. It was a nice break, Dean admitted, even if it did pocket the 8 ball.

Castiel turned to face Dean. He had an eager expression on his face. "Like that?"

As much as Dean wanted to tell him that he actually <i>just</i> lost, he couldn't force himself to do it. Castiel was the one who stood next to Dean and practically begged him. "Teach me."

Dean bit his lip to keep from laughing in Castiel's face. It was gonna be a long night. "Yeah, Cas. Just like that. But don't pocket the 8 ball this time alright?"

Castiel nodded. "Alright. Rack 'em up," he told Dean, with a fond smile on his face. Dean rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the table to do exactly that. "And this time if I win you buy me a drink and Sam gets his own room tonight."

Dean grinned at him. "If I win Sam gets his own room tonight and I get to choose where we eat tomorrow."

"Deal."

*

Dean didn't realize until he was laying content in bed with Cas hours later that he had indirectly taught Castiel how to hustle.

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