Aw, you guys are cute. I appreciate the reviews and shizzle. Weren't expecting it, I must admit, but it's pleasant all the same. I have nooooo idea where the fuck this is going but whatevs. I have no proofreader by the way, so y'know, bear with.

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There is a voice. It's gruff, and kind of attractive, something that makes his chest feeling heavy, although that could be the object that seems to be pressing there. Dean tries to focus and discovers it's a bloodied hand. His first thought is Sam, but of course Sam is having a sweet ass time of it, snoring away like the damn lazy giant he is in the motel.
The voice sounds again, though this time, he can distinguish the noise as his name. The voice belongs to Castiel.

"Dean. Are you okay?" Hazily, Dean pushes himself up on his elbows and looks around. There are the corpses of some unsuspecting vamps scattered here and there. Dean wasn't even sure Cas could kill vamps, but the dude's an angel, what can't he kill? He shudders at the thought. Gotta be something bad if even Cas can't kill it.
He becomes more aware of the hand on his chest and brings himself to back reality and the angel perched in front of him.

"Huh?"
"You're bleeding. I took care of the nest. Why didn't you wake Sam? You shouldn't have come here alone."
Dean rolls his eyes and lies back on the ground.
"Get out of it, Cas. I feel like I just went ten rounds with Bane."
"Bane? I don't understand. What is Bane?"
Dean half groans, half chuckles at Cas' ignorance. He's really gotta make time to introduce him to some DC.

After a moment, when Dean has caught his breath and his head doesn't feel like it's about to spin off its top, he frowns and feels his face. Sure enough, when he moves his hand away, he can see blood flecked across his skin.
"Is this mine?" Nine times outta ten; it's not. Well. Maybe seven. Okay, six.
Four at worst.
"Yes." Cas' voice sounds... odd. Dean frowns and sits up. He notices Cas' adams apple bob quickly as he shifts a little uncomfortably.
"Cas... what's with the staring? What is it? What's wrong with my face?" Dean feels around frantically for brutal injury, despite not feeling any pain (figures, he's got an angel to heal him), but stops cold when Cas reaches and grabs his wrist to pull it away.
"There's nothing wrong with your face, Dean."
"Uh." Now is about the time when Dean reminds Cas of personal space. He usually comes up with a witty quip. Cas normally nods awkwardly and steps back. He continues to stare, sure. Never just sit there. Cas cocks his head to the side. Dean is sat on the ground, with an angel between his legs.
His brain has stopped functioning.
Blue eyes flicker down to broken lips, where a small trickle of blood has escaped. A slowed stream of blood from his noise joins the trickle and they both come to rest in the little crook between Dean's lower lip and his chin.

Without warning Cas leans forward and licks the blood off, leaving behind a strange sensation on Dean's lips where he gently sucked and healed the wound.

Dean stares.

Cas stares back.

"Did... did you just... I-" Dean stutters and comes to a halt. Words are failing him. Everything is failing him. Everything apart from the tugging sensation in his gut. They continue to stare at each other for a long time. Cas never takes his eyes off Dean's face.

Dean opens and closes his mouth several times, but no words emerge. His mind is racing but his face is still in a state of shock. It wasn't totally bad. He's certainly had worse kisses. He's definitely had worse kisses. It's not that he hasn't even kissed another angel before, but to kiss Cas? More importantly, for Cas to kiss him? Cas. Castiel. A freakin' angel.
Kissed Dean.
Actually kissed him. Not just kissed but... licked? Did he really just lick the blood off his face? And he definitely sucked his lip, there was definitely sucking going on. Dean realises his hand is tentatively touching the place where Cas sucked his lip and quickly drops it his side.

"Uh. C-Cas," Dean clears his throat and feels a heat rising up in his neck to his face, "What... what was that?" Dean refuses to blush because Dean Winchester does not fucking blush. Neither does he get flustered. He shakes himself a little. He ain't no chick. So he does what comes naturally; he gets defensive.

"I kissed you." Cas cocks his head to the side, in mild confusion. Surely Dean understood the principle of kissing?
"Yeah, I get that, Cas," Dean gritted his jaw and took a deep breath, "But what the hell, man? Where did that come from?"
"You were injured, Dean."
Dean blinked. Cas continued to stare at him with the usual, I already gave you the answer why are you still confused, Dean face.
"Why didn't you just... use your usual angel mojo or whatever." Dean gesticulated around Cas in a general whatever-it-is-you-do fashion.
"I did." Dean sighed. Sometimes it was like pulling fangs from a live vamp.
"Whatever, look it doesn't matter. Let's just, go back to the motel and never speak of this again." He waited for Cas to move.
He didn't. Dean had to make shooing gestures before Cas finally moved back and stood. Dean shook himself, rising to stand by Cas and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before gruffly shrugging whatever the hell just happened off.

They arrive back at the motel, Dean stepping away from Cas quicker than intended, Sam frowning at both he and Cas, before Dean gets highly defensive over fucking nothing and goes to grab a beer. Sam narrows his eyes after his brother and Castiel shifts awkwardly before disappearing with only a faint flutter of wings. Dean reacts to the kiss in the way he reacts to most things: denial, beer, and food. The thing is, Dean didn't particularly dislike it. And he'd always sort of thought that if they ever did hook up (he swears he only ever thought about that once, maybe twice... possibly a few times) he would always be the one to initiate it. Not the other way round.

By the end of the day, after ignoring Sam's constant fucking questions, Dean slowly pushes the occurrence to the back of his mind to dwell on at a later time.

That was the first time Castiel kissed Dean.