Hello my dears. Okay, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but, well, the idea came to me and I had to write it down right? So here is my latest Destiel story. The rating is T, as nothing is explicit, so I hope its okay. Give me a shout if you think I should change it.

I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

In the corner of the club two men kissed, locked in the embrace as the music was throbbing through their bodies, as the lights danced out on the floor and the alcohol flowed. But none of that touched them, secure as they were in their own world which consisted only of the other.

The shorter of the two men pushed the other against the wall, pressing their bodies together from shoulder to thigh. His mouth and tongue taking charge of the kiss.

Dean didn't mind the other guy taking the lead. Hell you add in the way there tongues were duelling and their lips locked together and it was fast becoming his idea heaven. His mind was a swirling mass of emotions, all thought having gone a long time ago. So when the other man pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Dean's hand he didn't even think to resist. Nor did he resist when he pulled Dean outside. In fact the only thing he did was to reply to the question that he knew the other man had tried (and failed) to make a statement.

"Let's go to your place." Castiel managed to say to the gorgeous green-eyed man next to him. The man who it seemed had the ability to make him forget everything. He liked that, and he didn't want it to end just yet.

"Yeah." Dean breathed in response to the gravelly voice he could listen to all day and the blue eyed intense stare which he couldn't look away from.

With that a taxi was flagged down and they were soon whizzing their way through the city to Dean's home. Not that either of them cared or took much notice, all their attention was locked to the other as they went back to exploring with tongues and hands.

Castiel lay on the bed staring up at the plain white ceiling. It would be wrong to say that he had just woken up for he had never been asleep. After coupling with Dean, (or at least that was the name the other man gave him, if it was correct or not Castiel did not know.) anyway after the fact, Castiel had lain there, watching Dean fall into an exhausted slumber. He had watched as his eyelids fell closed and his breathing evened out. And yet he was still there, in the other man's bed.

You see Castiel understood the protocol in these situations even if he had never done it before. He needed to leave before the other man awoke. So with a sigh he heaved his tired body out of the bed and collected his clothes before making his way out of the apartment door. Once outside he stared at the horizon that was just starting to lighten with dawn and decided to walk home. It would give him the time he needed to clear his head before being confronted with Gabriel. Not, that you understand, he didn't love his brother. He did, Gabriel had taken him in and given him his spare room when Castiel had finally seen the light and left his previous long term (10 years long term) relationship with the control freak (Gabriel's words) Michael. And for that Castiel would be forever grateful. Add in the fact that Gabriel had never once reproached him for his behaviour while he had been with Michael, though Castiel knew he deserved it and more for the way he had treated his family, and Castiel knew his brother would always be there for him and that they loved each other like brothers should. Even if the older man did had the ability to drive Castiel insane on a rather regular occasion. He still loved him.

Of course that did not mean he wanted his brother to know just what he had been up to that evening. But it seemed that the fates were against him, for he had forgotten that his brother was on nights at the hospital where they both worked in different capacities. As such, because he walked back from Dean's place, they both arrived home at the same time.

"Well, well Cassie. I would ask if you have a good night, but considering you're wearing the Ssame clothes you were wearing as you left last evening I'm going to take that as a given." Gabriel said with a proud smirk for his brother as they met outside the door

"Nothing happened Gabriel." Castiel replied guardedly, he really didn't want an inquisition just then thank you. His mind was still messed up with the amount of alcohol he had drunk, and what he had done.

"Oh please, even I, who has been working the night shift at the ER on a Friday night dealing with the drunken scum of the earth, know full well that no club in this city is open this late. So tell me, what was his name?" Gabriel asked ready to settle himself in for a good long chat about Castiel's new man. It was about time his brother got back on the horse after Michael, they had split a year ago after all. He wanted Castiel to be happy, and maybe this new guy would do that. Though this time Gabriel was determined to meet him before things became too serious. That way if needs be he could extract him from Castiel's life with no fuss from anyone.

"None of your business." Castiel replied with a sigh. Of course his brother would get the wrong idea. Castiel did not do one night stands after all. In fact Dean was the first man he had been with since Michael. So was he really surprised that Gabriel had gotten hold of the wrong end of the stick?

"Strange name, but okay. So when you seeing him again?" Gabriel persisted. He wanted to know everything Castiel did about his new beau.

"It wasn't like that Gabriel. It was just a moment of insanity that is best forgotten." Castiel responded through gritted teeth. He did not need this right now. No now he just needed nice dreamless sleep.

"Ur-uh. Okay, whatever you say." Gabriel replied studying his brother closely. This was not Castiel behaviour, but maybe it was for the best. He should have some fun after all, before getting into another relationship.

"I am going to bed. You might have had a fun night but I did not. See you later Cassie, oh and little bro? Sweet dreams."

With that and a smirk, Gabriel skipped his way into his room leaving Castiel shaking his head at his brother. He knew that while Gabriel may complain for the USA about his job as a doctor he loved every minute of it.

And so Castiel made his way to his own bed and fell into it closing his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow only to have his dreams filled with images of green eyes and cheeky charming smiles.

And across town Dean half woke and reached across the bed so he could curl up with the blue eyed, black haired man only to find himself along and the other side of the bed long gone cold. With a sigh he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. It was strange, he had had more than one one night stand in his life, and on the whole he was grateful when they left while he slept. But this time, he really wanted to wake with this guy. And hell, he didn't even know his name so he couldn't even try to find him. He was just some random stranger, a ship passing in the night. It was a shame, Dean really though he could have liked that guy, with that he closed his eyes and drifted off back to sleep dreaming of intense stares given in the most piercingly blue eyes he had ever seen.