Small fic I wrote in class, the place where most of my fics are written, actually:') Enjoy! Let me know what you think c:


That was it. Dean could not take their closeness anymore. Cas was so bloody oblivious to it all; to the chest touching, the staring, how Dean blatantly stared at his lips. Hadn't he made it obvious enough? Apparently not, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Dean grabbed the sides of Cas' face and kissed him hard on the lips, cutting him completely off mid-sentence. Dean was surprised to find Cas didn't pull away and instead kissed Dean back instantly, like this was completely normal.

Cas' lips were soft and moved elegantly with Dean's lips. Dean had moved one hand from Cas' face and put it around his waist, while Cas now had his arms thrown around Dean's neck. With all due respect, Dean was not expecting this. Or expecting Cas to be this good of a kisser. Well, he supposed he did learn from the babysitter well.

They continued to kiss for what felt like forever until Dean needed air, so he pulled away, grinning stupidly.

"I've been wanting to do that since forever." He said breathlessly.

Cas just smiled wordlessly back, apparently in a daze about the whole thing. It just made Dean smile more.

Dean looked over to Sam then, who stood there, mouth agape and things scattered on the floor.

"We gonna hunt this witch then?" Dean asked him, trying not to laugh at his shocked little brother.

"Uh... what? I mean... Yeah, the witch... lets go?" Sam replied, still utterly confused.

"Good." Dean took Cas' hand in his and entwined their fingers, leading them out to the Impala, Sam stumbling behind, still not sure of what was going on.