Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. This is a fic I wrote for my friend's birthday. It just came out of me pretty quickly. XD. I was trying to update one of my Blam fics before I wrote another Destiel fic. But here we are. This might have more to it, but as of right now, this is it. I hope you like! Dean runs into a British!Cas at Harvelle's and things happen.
Bacon and Morning Afters
By Julia
The smell of bacon filled Dean's nose, and he didn't know why he was able to smell that and where he was. He wished that he could figure that out without his head pounding. Dean sat up slowly, nursing his hangover. He didn't know how he'd been dumb enough to get one of those. He was able to drink and not get a hangover the next day. He rubbed his head, as if he could make the hangover go away that way. He knew it was impossible. He barely remembered the night before. It was a lot foggy.
He moved his hand experimentally under the covers, and found that he was naked. Oh great. So he had hooked up with some chick last night. He looked around the room he was in. It was pretty masculine for a girl. He turned his gaze to the clothes on the floor that littered the bed area, and he found it was all male clothes. Dean searched his foggy mind, trying to remember what might have happened the night before. He barely remembered getting to Harvelle's, the bar he'd gone to, and as far as he knew, it hadn't suddenly turned into a gay bar. Jo! It could have been Jo, she'd been working the night before.
He swung his legs out from under the covers and located his underwear. He slid them on, and then found his jeans. He put them on and searched the room for his shirt. Sadly, he couldn't find it. He looked all around the bedroom, and then hurried out the door, following the hall and then he noticed his shirt at the bottom of the stairs. He groaned audibly and went to grab it. He pulled it over his head, and took another look around. This didn't look like Jo's house. He'd been friends with Jo and her mother Ellen for a long time. They were even sort of related, because Ellen was dating John Winchester, his father.
Before he could deduce anymore, a man came out of the kitchen and into the hallway. "Morning, sleepyhead." Came the soft English accent. Dean looked at him with his eyes wide. Who was this…. Man? Had Dean slept with him? He was quite handsome, black hair, scruffy face, bright blue eyes that reminded Dean of the sky….. And he was English? Dean was still in America, right? In his hungover mind, nothing was making sense.
"I thought you were never going to wake up."
Dean took in all of that, and tried to form an intelligent reply when he spoke again. "Um, hi." He said, not sure that that counted as intelligent. He wished he knew where his shoes and socks were, those hadn't been in the bedroom either. "I don't seem to be able to remember much of last night…. Can you tell me what's going on?" He asked, standing there awkwardly as he stared at the other man, taken aback by how gorgeous he was.
Castiel Novak stared at the man who was standing in his hallway, and his heart melted all over again. They hadn't slept together, as much as Dean might think that they had. Castiel hadn't wanted to take advantage of him when he was so drunk. He brushed his hand across his scruffy cheek and stepped forward, surprised that Dean didn't back up when he saw the other man stepping closer to him. "My name is Castiel Novak. You are in my home. We met last night at Harvelle's." He said. He knew that the bar was a familiar place to Dean, and Cas was glad that that knowledge was enough to get Dean to calm a bit.
"I didn't want to take advantage of you while you were drunk, so we did not sleep together. It wasn't for your lack of trying though." Castiel added. "We made out quite a bit, as I believe the young kids are saying these days. I slept in the guest room and you took my bedroom. I have prepared breakfast, and your shoes and socks are by the door. I like people to take them off upon entry to my home." He said, wishing he could help more than he was, Dean looked panicked about something.
Dean took in this information and let it simmer as he followed Castiel to the kitchen. What kind of name was that? He was relieved to find out that they hadn't slept together, but was this man serious when he said that they'd made out? Dean wasn't…. He wasn't…. Was he bisexual? Was that a thing? He knew it was a thing, but could it be applied to him? He couldn't take his eyes off the other man, who was gorgeous. He really was. Dean didn't know what to do with himself. He sat down at the kitchen table, where an elaborate breakfast was laid out. Eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, fresh fruit, and cottage cheese. Dean's stomach rumbled. He was starved.
"Dude, you cooked all this? That is righteous." Dean said, mentally hating himself for using such a dated word. He was sure no one used that terminology anymore. He reached for the eggs, to start filling his plate. He should have asked if it was okay before digging in, he knew that, but he was going to do it anyway. He was trying to find the way to ask more about what had happened last night, but he was flipping out about it enough as it was. He looked up when Castiel put a cup of coffee in front of him, This all felt very domestic and it was freaking Dean out. What was going to happen now?
"So um…. I have to know, what happened last night?" He asked, looking into Castiel's blue eyes. As soon as he'd asked, the other man began to tell the story.
The night before:
Dean walked into Harvelle's, looking for a good time. He headed straight for the bar. He saw Jo and gave her a grin. Jo was dating his brother Sam. "Hey, Jo. Set me up?" He asked, not even noticing the other man at the other end of the bar, in a beige trench coat and his blue eyes sparkling prettily in the light. Dean accepted the bottle of Jack Daniels she'd pulled out, he tended to drink it straight, no Coke for him. He filled the shot glass she'd also set in front of him and downed that too.
"Where's Sammy?" He asked her, as he downed another, it would be easier from the bottle, but Dean wanted to do it this way, it was easier for him. He didn't want to look like a pathetic loser who drank straight from the bottle. That was for at his own place. He looked into Jo's eyes. She seemed quiet tonight, and he wondered why that was. "Did you and Sammy have a fight?" He asked. He had always seen Jo as a little sister, and he was sure that that had hurt them when they'd first met, but she was in love with his brother now and that was what mattered.
Jo had been watching Dean come in here night after night and hitting on girls and drinking too much and it was breaking her heart. She didn't know what was going to have to be done for him, but it had to be something. She shook her head. "No, I didn't fight with Sam, Dean." Dean was the only one who called Sam 'Sammy'. She liked to let him keep it, just something that was between the brothers.
Should she tell him what was on her mind? She wasn't sure that would be a good idea. Dean could take things bad. She didn't want to tell him that she thought he was living his life all wrong. Jo wasn't one to be scared of things, but she didn't want to upset Dean anymore than she had to. Dean could get standoffish and pull away, and that wouldn't help either of them. Especially with Sam being her boyfriend. She didn't want to cause discourse between the brothers.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just quiet." She finally said, as she wiped down the bar.
Dean didn't seem to notice she hadn't answered his question about where Sam was, and he was busy scoping out the room. He didn't see any females he wanted to talk to, but his eyes fell on the beautiful man who had noticed him when he first walked in. Dean offered his hand. "Dean Winchester." He said, There was something about the man that drew him in, he wasn't sure what it was. He was staring into those blue eyes and almost didn't hear that the other man's name was Castiel Novak.
"Castiel, that's a different sounding name." Dean mused, testing it out on his tongue. "I'm going to call you Cas though. I never do the whole name thing." He wondered what it meant that he could feel a deep down tingle in his stomach at the sight of the man's blue eyes. He had never seen such beautiful eyes before. They were sucking him in. Dean wanted to know all that he could about the other man. He took another shot, he was getting increasingly drunk. He didn't seem to notice that Jo was watching as she wiped down the bar and shaking her head in disbelief.
Cas looked at Dean, he was so handsome. There were handsome men, and there were pretty men, and there were men who were both. Dean Winchester was one who was both. Castiel could tell that this man was into him. He wouldn't have to do anything much, just let Dean's natural instincts take over. Castiel was gay, and had been out for most of his life. Cas didn't believe in hiding who you were. He didn't know what to say to him. He was so beautiful that Cas was losing all of his speech function. Although he could tell that there was something in Dean that was broken. He just had to figure out what it was. Whether it was too much to handle or if he could handle it.
"You may call me Cas, if that suits you." Castiel said, he didn't want to change Dean or make him act differently than he normally would have. Cas sipped his water, he never drank alcohol when he came in here. He felt it was a bad idea to lower his inhibitions. He could tell that Dean didn't feel the same way that he did. But that was fine with Cas. If Dean wanted to get drunk that was fine with him. He wouldn't take advantage of him. He looked back at Dean, who, to his credit, was looking back attentively at Cas. He was doing his best to pay attention to him. Cas decided to ask him about his life, strike up a conversation. He wanted to know what made Dean tick. He supposed asking him about it would be the best way. He could use his excellent people skills to figure things out, but this was just better.
"What brings you into Harvelle's tonight?" Cas liked to come in and people watch. It also didn't help that he was looking for new friends, that might turn into something more. He wondered if that was something that Dean was also here for.
That was certainly a question that Dean hadn't expected him to ask. He hadn't taken his eyes off the other man the entire time they had been interacting. Dean wasn't sure why he was so focused on the other man. Dean hadn't ever felt a pull towards a man before. There were pretty girls in this bar. Just because Dean didn't think they were his type didn't mean that they weren't attractive. So why was he focused on this man? Dean couldn't find the answer in his heart. He didn't know what he was going to say, what he'd been looking for was kind of shallow.
"I'm afraid to say. I don't want you to think that I'm shallow." Dean finally said, there was nothing about him that was shallow. Dean supposed some of it could be, like his love of Asian anime porn, but he wasn't exactly going to bring that up with Cas. He was a bit embarrassed about it, although he wasn't sure that he believed in guilty pleasures. He thought if you couldn't say you liked a thing, then you shouldn't like it. But that was just his way.
Dean brushed his hand over his hair, he didn't want to hide any of himself with this man. He didn't know why, but a part of him trusted this man completely. He looked into Cas' blue eyes. "Truthfully? I'm here to drink and get laid." He said, not sure why this man had made him be so honest and forthright. Dean filled his shot glass again, taking a long sip. He was going to be drunk pretty soon, and he wasn't sure that he liked the idea of him being drunk and Cas not. He didn't know that he wanted to examine that too closely though.
"It's not something I do every night, the getting laid part, but I am in here quite a lot."
That was something that Cas had been able to tell, that Dean was in here a lot. He was sure that Dean's formula had worked for him before. Cas was going to be the one who broke the pattern. When he slept with Dean, he wanted them both to be sober. He was fine with them making out though, he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have Dean's lips pressed on his. He watched as Dean took another long sip of his Jack. Cas wouldn't have chosen that for his own drinking. Cas liked fruity drinks, no pun intended.
He didn't know why Dean thought that that was going to work, especially if he was focus on Cas. He cast his blue eyed gaze around the room, he was assessing the attractiveness of the girls in the bar. Castiel knew that Jo was taken, and he could tell that Dean hadn't even had her planned for his amorous activities. Cas was sure it was because of her being like a little sister for Dean. Cas wondered if that meant that the Sam Jo was always talking about was Dean's brother.
"I like that you were honest with me, Dean. Not a lot of men are honest anymore, and that really hurts them more than it helps." Castiel said, giving a nod to Jo, which meant that he wanted a ginger ale. Cas preferred to drink at home. Here he would have to call a cab. Not to mention, he wanted to have all of his faculties about him while he was here.
There was something about Cas that made Dean be honest. He didn't know what it was. He wished that he did. He said, "There's something about you that makes me tell the truth. You look like a human lie detector." Dean said. He worked construction, so it's not like he'd been around lie detector tests all that often, but it was something that he knew. Cas was just someone that people wanted to tell the truth to. He wasn't going to be any different. It was just how it was going to be.
"I didn't see the point of lying. It doesn't really matter why I came here, what matters is I met you." Dean said, and as he was saying the words he realized how true they really were. Dean was just glad that he had met the other man. Why he wasn't sure. He didn't think that he could put it into words. He wasn't exactly good with words as it was. He had never been good at words. It was all something that Sam was better at than he was. Dean looked at Cas. "What is it about you that makes me want to tell you things?" He asked, wondering if Castiel would actually tell him. He wasn't sure that he would.
Cas mused over this question as he looked back at him. He didn't know what it was, but he was glad that Dean had chosen to tell him the truth. He said, "I don't know what it is. I wish that I did. If I did I could get more use out of it than I do." He chuckled. Jo set his ginger ale down in front of him. He didn't know what Dean was hinting at. He wished that he did. He was having a hard time sussing out what Dean's intentions were. Cas was sure of what he wanted them to be, but that wasn't exactly the same thing. Cas had never felt so drawn to someone before in his life. It was actually a bit refreshing.
"I feel I should fully disclose that I am gay." Castiel said, taking a sip of his ginger ale and looking at Dean. The other man's eyebrows raised, but he didn't interrupt Cas. "I wanted to get it out in the open, because I wasn't sure what angle you were working and I wanted you to know that if you were trying to pick me up, as the saying goes, it is possible." He said, very calmly. Cas wasn't one to be unsure, usually. He wished that he was sometimes. It felt odd to know exactly what you wanted 100% of the time. He shared a look with Jo, who was being more quiet than he was used to her being. They usually talked when Cas was here. And he knew that she knew Dean, so you would think that she would chime in and join the conversation. Cas was a bit curiously surprised about that and didn't know what to do about it. He didn't want to pressure Jo but he didn't want her to think that he didn't care either.
"Were you trying to hit on me?"
That was something that Dean hadn't been expecting. For Cas to come out like that to him. Dean was glad that Cas had shared that with him, but he couldn't pinpoint as to why. He didn't know what he was going to say. He wasn't sure how he felt about Cas just yet. But he knew that it was something more than he just met this guy and he seemed cool. Dean had thought he was straight, but there was this feeling in his stomach, tight with desire. He didn't know what it was and it was scaring him a little. Was it the alcohol he was consuming? Or was he actually attracted to Castiel? He didn't know and that was tripping him up.
"Um, I don't know what I'm doing." He said, truthfully. He forgoed the shot glass and just took a sip of Jack right out of the bottle. He didn't want to hide anything from Cas, and he wasn't sure why. He didn't know why he was wanting to lay it all on the table. Dean found himself sliding onto a stool next to Castiel, needing to sit, his knees were wobbly from drinking so much so fast. He was unable to keep the laugh out of his voice. He didn't know what it was about Cas that made him so forthcoming. He liked it though.
"Can I be really honest with you?" He asked, and when Cas inclined his head a bit, he took that as a yes. Dean said, "I've never picked up a guy like this before. I mean, if that's what I'm even doing." He said, shaking his head. He didn't know if he should call it that. Dean wasn't sure. But he could feel the desire tight in his stomach, and he could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute. Not all of it was the alcohol, he could tell. Some of it was that he was attracted to Cas. Oh God, that was something he was going to have to deal with. He just wasn't sure he wanted to analyze it right now.
Dean leaned a little closer, his face was inches from Cas'. "I want to kiss you, is that okay?" He asked, the alcohol was making him braver than he usually would be. He knew that he shouldn't look too closely at what that meant. He just wanted to go with it.
Cas' eyebrows raised, and he gave Dean a nod. Then Dean was kissing him. Cas kissed back, with a fervor that he had never known before. This felt really good. He didn't know why, but it did. He kissed him deeply, reaching up to cup Dean's head, his fingers moving through the hair at the nape of his neck. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but he was going to go with it. As long as it was just making out. He didn't want to have his first time with Dean to be a drunken time. He wanted him to be able to remember it. He knew that Dean was close to being drunk enough that he was going to forget.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, and then Dean was whispering to Cas if he wanted to get out of there. Cas nodded, putting down some money for the ginger ale and stood, his hand moving down to take Dean's by reflex. They both looked down at their joined hands, a bit in shock. Cas wondered if Dean would take his hand away. Cas hoped not. He didn't want to let go. Dean not only didn't let go, he tightened his grip. Cas blushed deeply, and he held on just as tight as they walked out to Dean's car. Cas assured Dean that he would bring him back for his car when he was sober. Dean drove an amazing '67 Impala. Cas wondered if it had always been his car or his dad had given it to him. He knew that their dad was dating Ellen, Jo's mother. Cas didn't know how they felt about it, Sam had always been quiet about it when Cas brought it up to him.
In fact, Cas thought it was strange that they hadn't met before. Cas was in Harvelle's a lot of the time, and he knew Jo and Sam very well. Cas was sure that it was fate, but he believed in that kind of thing. He knew that Dean might not. Dean seemed more of a practical man.
Present time
Cas wrapped up the story by telling Dean that they had come back to his apartment and made out, until Dean proceeded to pass out, and Cas had undressed him and made sure that he wasn't going to drown in his own vomit if he woke up, and then he'd gone to bed. He had wanted to make sure that he got up to fix them a good breakfast, Cas kept his gaze on Dean the entire time that he was talking, and Dean seemed a bit shell shocked. Cas was wondering if Dean was regretting the whole thing now, and he really hoped not.
Dean had listened to that whole thing with Cas' English accent and it kept making his cock twitch in his pants. He didn't know what he was going to do. He wasn't sure that he was going to be able to not kiss Cas again. He licked his lips, and stood. He walked over to Cas, and wrapped his arms around him. "So from what you're saying, we didn't do anything but grope like teenagers." He said, and Cas nodded into Dean's shoulder.
He wondered if he should remedy this situation, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to take it too quickly with Cas. Dean, for some reason, thought that if they were going to do this, he wanted to do it right. He looked at Cas, who was looking at him with a sunny expression on his face. "If we're going to do this, babe, I want to do this right. I want us to really be together. I have never felt this with anyone else in my life, and I want to do this so that we're both happy." Dean said, watching Cas' eyes light up. He was so glad that he was happy about it.
"Then that's what we'll do, Dean." Cas agreed, looking into his eyes and kissing him deeply. They would take things slow.
Author's note: So….. Idk where this came from, other than my friend Michelle asked me to write something for her birthday, which is today. I totally got the idea for this fic and ran with it. It might have more chapters, we'll see, but this is it for now. I hope ya'll liked!