This is my first ever fanfiction, so you know, go easy on me.
I don't own any rights to Supernatural or the characters.
Rated T because I think it's supposed to be rated T
It wasn't exactly in Dean's nature to kiss another dude, and he'd never, ever consider himself gay, but something about Castiel's occasional smiles made Dean seem to cling to his lips. Of course, it would be many years until he built up the courage to do so, but once the feeling was there, he just couldn't stop himself.
Sam was discussing a hunt, which was all he ever seemed to do, when the two Winchester boys heard the flapping of angel wings. Perhaps his landing was off, or maybe he meant to land there, but Castiel suddenly appeared directly behind Dean. Cas was right against his back, and they were almost spooning standing up.
"Get out of my ass, Cas," Dean uttered. The hunter, however, knew deep down that that's exactly where he wanted his angel to be. Castiel stepped back.
"Sorry," Cas said quietly as he stared at the shag carpeted floor of a cheap motel room. Thoughts ran through Dean's head as he looked at Cas, wishing that he would look back. However, Castiel was too afraid to meet his stare, so he tried impeccably hard to stop himself from looking up. Dean couldn't take the absence of Cas's touch anymore. He turned fully to the angel, cupping Cas's jaw in his hand and tilting his head up. Their eyes met, and Castiel held on to the moment for a few seconds before closing his eyes. What if Dean was angry?
Sam cleared his throat to bring attention to the fact that he was still present. Dean and Cas were far too lost to care. As Sam quietly backed out of the motel room, his brother leaned in to kiss his angel. The angel, however, had his lips clenched tight in fear. The wall his built between their tongues was impenetrable, but the impossible never stopped a Winchester boy. He leaned in further until his lips touched Cas's closed mouth and ran his tongue gently across it. This caused the angel to sigh, scared but approving, and he opened his mouth. Dean's tongue was inside his mouth now, and his hands around the small of his back. Castiel held his arms out awkwardly, unaware of where to put them. He was a lost bird learning to fly, and Dean was his best friend, willing to teach him. The hunter took both hands into his and squeezed, bringing them down to rest on his strong shoulders. Kissing slowly but surely became more comfortable for Cas as Dean pushed them against the wall. Dean knew from his lover's startled reaction to his rough treatment that he was not prepared to go all the way tonight, but the feeling in his body that came from making out was enough.
Both that man and his angel knew that as soon as Sam returned, things were going to change. However, the feeling of their lips against each other, meshing and touching, told them that they'd change for the better.