I needed to take a quick break from my other story, so here's a quick destiel one-shot!

Some Time Alone with You

"Here's to another successful hunt!" Sam cheered, raising his glass.

Dean and Cas raised theirs as well, the clinks dulled by the various sounds in the bar. They had just eliminated a vamp nest, and celebrations were in order.

The bar was a small one, tucked off the main road in some woods somewhere in Mississippi. It seemed to be mostly locals by the way they all mingled. The Rolling Stones were playing on the juke box, it was only ten o'clock, and Dean was feeling good.

Eleven-thirty arrived sooner than they expected. Sam was at the bar, awkwardly flirting with a woman who had obviously come onto him first. Dean could see him chuckling nervously as he stumbled over his words, the woman's fingers running over the buttons of his shirt. She leaned forward and whispered something into his ear. When she pulled away, his eyes widened. He motioned for her to wait just a second. He started to walk back to the table, but Dean waved at him dismissively. "Have a good time." Sam grinned and as he turned, the woman followed him out of the bar.

Dean turned to Cas. "Looks like it's just me and you, buddy." He lifted his shotglass quickly before knocking it back.

"I like when it is just you and I," Cas said, his voice low and rough.

Dean slammed down the glass and opened his eyes. "Yeah... me too." He stared at Cas for a second before shaking his head. "How you feelin'?"

"Very good. I certainly like this feeling." He paused. "I feel light. Like when I'm flying."

"Can you see why we humans love it so much?" Dean grinned.

"I can see why humans love a lot of things so much," he stated, smiling.

Dean didn't realize he was staring at Cas until he was startled by a woman standing at their table, although he did a good job of hiding his reaction. "Sorry, what?" he said, turning to her.

She had long black hair, and was wearing a black tank top and jean shorts. "I said, I've never seen you two around here before. Where y'all from?" she asked, snapping her gum.

"I'm from Heaven," Cas replied.

She laughed. "You two are funny. You here all alone tonight?" She stared down at Dean.

"Of course not, we are here with each other," Cas said, confused.

Dean placed his face in his hands for a minute to re-gain his composure before looking back up at her. "Sorry, my friend's a little drunk."

She giggled. "Do you boys want to come sit with me and my friend?" She tilted her head to the right. Dean followed her direction and saw a smoking hot blonde sitting alone in a booth, staring at them. She waved when she noticed Dean looking. He smiled nervously and gave a small wave back, then looked up at the brunette. "I think we're okay. Thank you though, really. Raincheck?" He shot her a smile and a quick wink.

She pouted. "Come find me if you change your mind," she said seductively, trailing her finger along his chest and walking back to their table. Her friend looked disappointed to see her return alone.

"Dean, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" Cas asked.

"Well kind of. You can't just tell people you're from heaven," he chuckled. "Oh, and when a girl asks if you're here "alone", she means without another female."

"Oh," Cas said. "I see. So she was sexually attracted to you."

Dean felt his face growing hot. He laughed nervously. "Well, I doubt she thought I was rich." He paused. "But it's alright, we don't get to spend enough time alone together when we're not hunting. The girls can wait."

Cas smiled, finishing the beer he was working on. "I can see why she liked you. You are a handsome human specimen."

Dean blushed deeper. "Dude, you don't say that to other guys!"

Cas tilted his head. "Why? I understand that is a compliment."

When Cas tilted his head, staring at Dean with those wide blue eyes, it made Dean feel things he'd never felt before. He pinched his outer thigh beneath the table. "'Cause it's gay."

"What's 'gay'?" Cas asked, tilting his head even more.

"Two guys instead of a guy and a girl." He bit his lip. Straighten your damn neck out, Cas.

"Oh," Cas said, looking away thoughtfully. He turned back to Dean. "Why is that bad?"

Dean hesitated. "Well, it's... it's not that it's bad," he stammered. "It's just... different."

"Oh," Cas said again. "But we are already very different from everyone else, Dean. I am an angel. You have killed more people than are in this building."

"Hey, I kill monsters, not people," Dean corrected, pointing at him with the hand that held his beer.

Cas just stared at him. "The FBI's most wanted list would disagree."

Dean sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Point taken."

"So what is wrong about being gay?" he pressed.

"Nothing!" Dean muttered. "Forget I said anything."

Cas looked upset.

"Cas, why are you so worried about this? Are..." Dean leaned forward. "Are you gay?"

Cas shrugged, staring at the table. "I don't know. I have never felt sexual attraction towards a human before. This is the first time, but now you are saying it's not normal."

Dean set his beer down. "Cas, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with who you're attracted to."

He looked up. "But you said-"

"Forget what I said," he cut him off. "I was just being stupid."

They were quiet for a moment as Cas nursed his beer and Dean left to grab two more rounds of shots from the bar. It was now after midnight and they had to be heading back soon. A successful hunt came at the price of days with little or no sleep.

Dean threw one back, as Cas sipped on his like beer. "You're supposed to drink 'em fast, Cas, like this." Dean tossed his head back, pouring the remaining shot down his throat.

"I like it this way," Cas said. "It makes my mouth tingle."

Dean just smiled nervously. "Finish up, we should be heading back to the motel now. Especially since Sam will probably be stumbling in early, waking us up."

Cas nodded and tossed back the second shot like Dean showed him. Dean grinned. "There ya go."

He stood up and Cas followed, stumbling slightly. Dean grabbed his arm. "Come on," he said, leading him to the door.

Back at the motel, Dean cracked open a bottle of whiskey. He had been holding back at the bar so he could drive them back to the motel. Now, he hammered a few down before flopping face-first onto the bed. "Fuuuuuuckk," he groaned into the mattress.

Cas was standing next to him instantly. "Is something troubling you, Dean?"

Dean turned his head and was met with a close-up view of Cas' crotch. "Uh, no," he stammered. "It just feels good to lay on a bed." He paused, looking up at Cas. "Also, personal space."

Cas took a large step back. "I apologize."

Dean sat up. "It's alright. I- I don't mind, really." He paused. "It's just a little awkward."

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to human societal norms. They are quite complicated and difficult to grasp." He shuffled his feet.

Dean frowned. "I know." Curiosity getting the better of him, he quickly changed the subject. "So," he started, standing up, walking back over to the table, and grabbing bottle, "who is this human you like, hmm?" He looked over at Cas.

Cas' eyes widened. "I don't think it's wise to discuss it," he stated. "It will complicate things."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Who is it, an angel on the other side or something? Like Romeo and Juliet?"

"I don't understand that reference." Dean rolled his eyes as he took another sip from the bottle. "And no, he is not an angel," Cas added.

"Crowley?" he joked.

"Don't be ridiculous, Dean," he said flatly, sitting down on the bed.

"Oh come on, have a sense of humor," Dean mumbled.

"I'm trying," Cas said. "It is hard to develop one when you don't understand human humor."

Dean walked back over to the bed. "I know, I'm sorry." He sat down next to Cas, handing him the bottle. "Come on, tell me."

Cas sighed. "If you promise it will not complicate things."

"I don't see why it would," Dean said, confused.

"Because it is you, Dean," he said quickly, tilting his head back and taking the last swig of whiskey.

"What?" Dean asked, flabbergasted. "Me?"

Cas nodded, squinting at the burn in his throat. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," he said quickly. "I just wasn't expecting that. What's... what's so great about me?"

Cas thought for a moment, squinting. "Well... you are very brave, loyal beyond belief, and... I don't know exactly how to describe it, but when I look at you, my stomach feels weird. The closest thing I can compare it to was hunger I felt when I was human."

Dean was quiet for a moment, staring into space.

"Dean?" Cas asked quietly.

"Sorry," Dean said, shaking his head. "Since when have you felt like this?"

"Shortly after I raised you from perdition," he mumbled. "It is why I fought so hard before finally disobeying Heaven's orders. I felt that I had wanted to disobey for purely selfish reasons."

Dean put his hand on Cas' shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Well, I'm glad you told me." He swallowed nervously. He was trying to play it off, but he had been having the same feelings Cas was describing, although he had tried to ignore them. Even in his wildest dreams, he'd never dreamt of telling Cas.

Cas looked over at him. "Do you feel the same?"

"W-what?" Dean spluttered.

"I see you staring at me often, Dean. More than anybody else," he said carefully. "That is why I thought it would be okay to tell you."

Dean nodded. "Yeah... Well..." He sighed. "It's not easy for me to admit, but... yes." He closed his eyes and felt his face growing hot, wondering if it was the alcohol, or if he was blushing. He hoped it was the former. Men didn't "blush". Before he could think about it any further, he suddenly smelled whiskey and felt Cas' lips brush against his. He opened his eyes and Cas was leaning into him, pressing his lips against his, gripping his arm tightly.

Dean's eyes widened and Cas pulled back. "I apologize," he mumbled, looking down at the floor. "That was foolish of me."

"No, no," Dean managed, once he'd regained his composure. "It's okay. It- it was actually..." He paused. "...kind of nice." Now he was definitely blushing.

Cas smiled. "Can I... do it again?"

Dean just nodded dumbly. What was happening in this hotel room?

Cas leaned in again and brought his lips to Dean's, kissing him softly. Dean just tried to imagine he was doing the same thing he'd done tons of times with girls, and he kissed him back. Cas slowly crawled forward and soon Dean fell back on the bed.

"Cas, what're you-" Dean started, but Cas began slinking back and fumbling with the button to Dean's jeans. "Cas, whoa, do you even know what you're doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. He could feel his dick starting to harden.

Cas lifted his head, staring at Dean from beneath his eyebrows. "I'm thousands of years old, Dean. My job was to observe people, remember?"

Dean gulped. "Oh. Right."

"Are you okay with this, Dean?" he asked, his voice low.

Dean wasn't sure what to say. "I- Well... Shit, I'm nervous as hell, but how can I say no?" he said shakily, followed by a small, nervous laugh.

Cas smiled and unbottoned Dean's jeans, sliding the zipper down. Dean let out a little huff of air as his boner was freed. Cas leaned forward and touched his nose to the bulge in Dean's boxers, before slinking his fingers into the waistband and yanking them down as well, so they settled with Dean's jeans around his ankles.

He looked up at Dean. "It's very nice, Dean."

Dean began blushing again. "Uhh, thanks."

Cas slowly reached out and took the base in his hand, gently squeezing and lightly tugging. Dean let his head fall back and let out a long sigh.

"Does that feel good?" Cas asked him.

"Yes," Dean said quickly. The more Cas talked the more awkward it became.

Cas leaned forward and parted his lips, lightly brushing them along the head. Dean shuddered. He then lowered his head, pushing his mouth down around Dean's head, his tongue pressed between the shaft and his bottom lip. He slowly moved down, then back up, following his movements with his hand.

"Damn, Cas," Dean moaned. Cas hummed a little, and Dean clenched his teeth. "How'd you get so good at this?"

Cas purred, enjoying the praise. He fondled Dean's balls for a minute, before rubbing two fingers up and down his perinium. The noises coming from Dean told him he enjoyed this. He began to move his fingers down further and Dean jumped.

"Whoa, hell no. No way, man."

Cas lifted his head to look at Dean, whose face was turning red. "I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's okay," Dean breathed. "Keep going. Just, not... that."

Cas went back to work without a word. Dean tossed his head back again as Cas picked up the speed. Dean couldn't help himself from jerking his hips a bit into Cas' mouth, and when he felt Cas gag a little as his cock hit the back of his throat, he couldn't hold back anymore. He came hard down Cas' throat, grunting through clenched teeth.

Cas leaned back and swallowed, licking his lip. "Did you like that Dean?" He crawled up onto the bed and curled up next to him.

Dean reached down and pulled up his boxers and pants, leaving them undone. He laid back again. "Yes," he breathed. "Thank you."

"I'm glad," Cas said, leaning forward and giving him another kiss. "I would like to do this often."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, that would be nice." He sighed. He looked over at the clock and noticed it was one-thirty. "I need some fucking sleep," he yawned, stretching his arms out above his head. He sat up and pulled his jeans and his shirt off, throwing them to the floor. He crawled up to the pillows, peeling back the covers and climbing underneath.

"I will go sit at the table and keep watch, as I don't need sleep." Cas rose to his feet, but before he could take a step, Dean responded.

"Just get in the bed," he laughed, patting the space next to him.

"But won't Sam...?" He looked down at him and tilted his head.

Dean waved his hand dismissively. "If he says anything stupid, I'll punch him. Now come on, I'm beat."

Cas hesitated. "Do I remove my clothes?"

"Up to you. But a trenchcoat and dress pants dont seem too comfortable to sleep in."

"I'm sure you're right." He peeled off all of his layers, carefully folding them and setting them on the floor next to the nightstand. He then lifted the covers and climbed in next to Dean, who wrapped his arm around him and buried his nose in his hair. He smelled like coconut.

"You were right about us not spending enough time together, Dean," Cas said, facing away from him. "I enjoyed having some time alone with you."

"Me, too. Goodnight, Cas," he mumbled.

"Goodnight, Dean."