Dean was in the bathroom. His mind was rushing, trying to figure out a plan of action. His life was over. There was no way to fix this, not this time.
Suddenly there was a loud rush of wings that caused Dean to slap his hands over his ears. He found Cas standing behind him, and whirled around.
"Cas."
"Hello, Dean."
"You should probably...stay back." Dean said, holding his hands out to make sure Cas wouldn't come closer. The angel cocked his head.
"Why, is something wrong?"
"Yeah, just a little lot. I'm a vampire, Cas. Some son of a bitch turned me." Dean growled. He swiped his hand over his face in anxiety. Cas stared at him.
"That is...unusual."
"Tell me about it."
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Dean said humorously,
"Even you smell tempting."
Cas blinked. "I should not be."
"Maybe it's Jimmy. I mean, Cas, you're wearing a meatsuit."
"Oh, right. Look, Dean, I–." Dean cut him off by suddenly slamming him against the door. He flipped the lock.
"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked, knocking on the door.
"Yeah, fine." Dean said, not taking his eyes from Cas. Their faces were mere centimeters apart.
"Dean. I thought personal space was important." Cas said, clearly perplexed. Dean pressed his forehead against the angel's and heaved a sigh.
"Yeah, Cas, but not right now. I...there isn't a way to fix me, Cas. So there's one thing I definitely want to do before I die."
"What?" Cas asked. His eyes were wide, and slightly fearful, like that time Dean had taken him to get laid.
"You." Dean said, and then pressed his lips against the angel's.