Sam and Dean sat in the Impala, anxiously awaiting the return of the angel.
"It's been nearly an hour. You think he's alright?" Sam asked, "We
only need rock salt."
"Not sure, but he better hurry up." Dean replied impatiently, tapping
his fingers on the steering wheel and after a few moments said, "I'm
going to go find him." But as soon as he opened the door, a figure in
a trench coat stumbled towards the Impala.
"Whoa, Cas!" Sam exclaimed, stepping out of the car to help Cas into
the backseat. When he finally plunged onto seat, Sam shut the door
and sat back in the front.
Castiel leaned on the window, groaning "I may be slightly inebriated,
Sam" Dean whipped around to face Castiel. "Jesus, Cas what happened to
you?"
Cas frowned. "I consumed some alcohol, Dean. My head feels as if it's
about to implode so I would appreciate it if you stopped talking"
"Yeah but, you could've gotten hurt, Cas!" Dean sounded really pissed.
"I think that I am relatively safe walking to the supermarket, Dean.
Why are you so worried?" asked Cas, tilting his head.
"I just want… uh.. " Dean trailed off, "Never mind."
Sam scoffed, "Did you even get the rock salt?" he asked, turning
around in his seat to face Castiel.
"No. I did not get the item you asked for."
"What the hell did you do then, Cas?" Dean demanded, pulling out of
the store parking lot.
"They did not have rock salt, and I was walking back here when I found
a liquor store." He explained.
"And?" Dean prompted.
"And I drank it." Cas slurred, beginning to sit up.
"Whatever. We're going to get back to the bunker and get you to
sleep." Sam turned around again, looking out the car window. When they
arrived at the bunker, Dean helped Cas into his room, then dropping
his onto his bed. Cas winced as he fell onto his mattress. Sam stepped
into the room when Dean was about to walk out.
"I'm going to go grab some more rock salt before we actually run out."
He told them, Dean nodded in acknowledgement, and then Sam was out the
door. He heard the metal door slam close, and he turned to Cas.
"Cas, buddy, you want something to drink?" He asked him, walking over
and sitting on the foot of his bed.
"I believe drinking is what started this situation, Dean." He replied,
rubbing his forehead.
"I mean, do you want a glass of water or something." Dean asked,
chuckling lightly.
"No Dean, I'm fine, thank you." Cas replied politely, but he was still
drunk so his words were slightly slurred, "Just stay, okay?"
"Sure, I can stay here." Dean pulled off his jacket and tossed it on
the chair by the door, "Want me to take your coat?" Cas moaned softly,
shaking his head "Don't touch my coat.". Think of the ways this could
go, Dean, the gay side of his mind prodded at him, Cas is on his bed,
and he wants you to stay. You can see the sexual tension.
Dean shook the thoughts out of his mind and went to retrieve Cas'
coat, it was hard to get it off him by the way he wouldn't cooperate,
or even move his arms to help Dean in the slightest. Once Dean had
pulled the coat off Cas, and tossed it on the chair as well, Cas
propped himself up on his pillow.
"Dean?" He asked.
"Mm hm?" Dean replied
"Back in the car, what were you going to say? Why were you so worried?"
"It's….. nothing, Cas, really." Dean said, his lie unconvincing
"You're lying, Dean. Why were you so defensive?" He asked again,
harsher this time, "Are you upset with me?"
"No! I'm not upset." Dean told him.
"Then what is it?" Cas demanded.
"Look, Cas, if I tell you, you'll think differently of me." Dean's
voice was unsure, and honestly, a bit scared sounding.
"I'll think differently of you if you keep secrets from me, Dean." Cas
assured him, fiddling with his tie.
"Okay…." Dean scratched the back of his neck, "Remember when I said I
needed you?"
"Yes, Dean, I do remember." Castiel replied.
"Well… that's not what I wanted to say." Dean's voice faltered a bit
in the middle of the sentence.
"So Lucifer was telling the truth? You don't need me after all!" Cas'
voice was hurt and shocked.
"No, dammit Cas, no that's not what I meant!" Dean yelled, and his
face reddened.
"Then what is it?" Cas looked at Dean's green eyes.
"Uh…" Dean started.
"Why were you upset!" Cas' voice rose.
"I was upset because I love you!" Dean blurted out, his face getting
redder by the second, "I love you." He murmured softly after his
outburst.
"Oh.." Cas looked down, "Thank you."
"Thank you? That's not what you're supposed to say when someone
confesses their love to you, Cas. You're supposed to reject me and
then we'll never talk about it again." Dean's voice sounded angry,
daring Cas to retaliate harshly.
"No Dean, I said thank you because I feel the same." Cas gazed back up
into Dean's eyes, and Dean looked honestly shocked.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah." Cas smiled.
"That's….. great." Dean calmed down a bit, scooting closer to his angel.
"I suppose so." As Cas said those words, Dean leaned in closer to his
angel until their faces were inches apart. Dean focused on Cas' lips.
"So what should we do about this?" Dean asked flirtatiously.
"Is there something we should do?" Cas inquired, placing a finger to
Dean's lips.
"Uh, Cas." Dean murmured under his finger, "This is not what I wanted."
"So you are upset with me!" Cas cried, tearing his fingers away from Dean.
"No Cas," Dean chuckled, "I was hoping for a kiss."
"Oh." Dean leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Cas' lips before pulling away.
"That was…." Cas started..
"Yeah Cas, it was." Dean smiled, and pulled Cas closer.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Cas asked, while Dean messed with his tie.
"That's sounds sexual, Cas." Dean said in faux shock, "Are you
implying what I believe you're implying?"
"No Dean. I want to just sleep with you." Cas corrected him.
"Okay Cas. I can do that." Dean pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping his
arms around Cas' waist.
"Hey guys, so I- oh." Sam walked into the room with a receipt before
their lips connected.
"Dammit Sammy! Can't you knock?" Dean yelled at him, "I almost kissed my angel!"
"When did you fall out of the closet, Dean?" Sam teased, and dodged
the pillow Dean threw at him, "Okay, I'm going!"
"That ruined the moment." Sighed Dean, flopped down on the bed.
"Yes,It did."
"USE PROTECTION!" Sam yelled from downstairs.
"SAM, I SWEAR TO GOD," Dean started, until Cas tugged on his arm.
"Come on Dean, lay down with me." Cas prompted.
"Cas, I'm not going to cuddle you." Dean told him finalizing the idea.
"Please?" Cas whined, giving Dean his pouty face.
"Ugh. Fine. Why do you have to be so damn cute?" Dean asked, tugging
back the blankets to lay under them. Cas nudged under the blankets and
snuggled up to Dean.
"Your eyes are really pretty, Dean." Cas complimented Dean, who just
rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." He grumbled. Once they were both settled underneath
the blankets, Cas snuggled closer to Dean, who pressed a kiss against
his lips.
"I love you, Cas." Dean said happily, still wondering if anything
would ever top this moment.
"I love you too, Dean." Cas smiled, and Dean looked into Castiel's
deep black eyes, "I wish I didn't have to kill you."