Cas looked around the Halloween party, tugging nervously at the hem of his dark red devil costume before readjusting the plastic horns on his head. Music was thumping loudly as scanned the crowd, searching for Meg, who had invited him, but whom he could see nowhere.
He felt the horns slipping again as he stepped further into the party. The music thumped a bit louder than he'd like but the song was familiar. He liked it. He mingled onto the dance floor as he kept looking for Meg. Cas felt the beat creep into his step and began to bounce as he walked. He felt cool. He felt enchanted. He felt choked. Someone had stepped on his cape.
Cas turned abruptly, embarrassment and an uncharacteristic anger flushing through him in a hot rush. Was it that hard to see someone right in front of you? He pushed a lock of hair up off his forehead in a huff as he turned, ready to lay down a very loud complaint to whoever had nearly ripped his costume.
But Cas was met by a mouthful of feathers. How had he missed the huge pair of angel wings on his first pass? They bounced up and down to the beat of the music and were practically molting from the effort. Taller than him, the dancing wearer took another step backwards with the beat and swung his arms over his head. "Yeah!" erupted from the would-be angel
Cas tugged his cape out from under the rowdy man's feet roughly, still feeling slightly angry at being stood up by Meg in a place where he knew absolutely no one. He tugged a little too roughly though and nearly pulled the angel off his feet.
One second Dean was rocking to his favorite song. The heavy beat thumping through his skin made him throw his hands up and yell. The next second he was falling forward, his feet pulled out from under him. "What the…" He turned, pissed. Sure he was wearing an angel costume. Sure it was a short skirt. Dammit, he needed to think through his bets with Sammy. But that did not excuse an asshole. He clenched his fists and turned to let that asshole have a go.
Cas was met with a flurry of feathers as he turned to face the person behind him and felt his anger dissolve almost immediately, replaced just as quickly with a stunned amusement at the sight that met him. A man slightly taller than Cas looked down at him with a palpable sort of rage, green eyes glinting dangerously in the low light- something that normally would have made Cas shrink back into the crowd and run-but he found he couldn't, not with how soft the man's lips looked even as they pulled back from his teeth in a slight snarl, not with how he was wearing the complimentary costume to Cas' with the revealing hem of his skirt inching higher and higher on his thigh. That made Cas' thoughts stall out abruptly though and he dragged his wide eyes up to the taller man's face. He was wearing a skirt? Wait... and the halter top? Did Meg hand her costume over?
Although he assumed laughing would be a bad idea, curiosity got the better of him and Castiel blurted his question. "Why are you wearing a ladies angel costume?" His head tilted to the right as he watched the man's face flutter through a series of expressions. Startled. Confused. Angry. Confused. Accepting.
"I lost a bet, asshat." Dean retorted. "What's it to you?" The devil trying to figure him out had the most amazing blue eyes he'd ever seen. He crossed his muscled arms over his chest, adjusted his halo and smirked. "You got a problem with angels there, Satan?" Dean's eyes were twinkling, he just knew it.
Cas shifted on his feet, glancing down to hide the grin trying to curve at his mouth. "No problem at all," he replied, gaining some composure and looking back up at the angel in front of him. "Can I just ask why you would take a bet when there was a chance that you'd be wearing that?" Cas raked his eyes over the angel again, taking in the short skirt that left little to the imagination, and swallowed against a suddenly dry throat, "You must have thought the odds were going to be in your favor."
Dean's arms dropped to his sides and he looked himself over one more time. OK, so it was a really short skirt. And the fluff along the hem was just drawing the attention down to his nearly exposed crotch and slightly bowed legs. Hell, even the halter was outrageously floofy. He felt a chuckle rumble through him as spread his arms in mock surrender. "Yeah well, my kid brother got lucky. But don't worry, this is just payback," and he smiled mischievously. "Sammy had to take our grandma's 90 year old best friend to a charity ball when he lost rock-paper-scissors to me. Not sure how that happened but she was all grabby if you know what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows and threw an arm over Castiel's shoulders. With ease, he tugged him away from the floor and towards the bar. "Besides, I know I'm adorable and way prettier than any chick here, devil boy."
Cas blushed and ducked his head down, allowing himself to be lead to the bar by the handsome angel. The irony of their costumes was not lost on him by any stretch; he had always been timid and straight-laced, very rarely ever breaking the rules, only wearing this devil costume because Meg had pestered him into it. And here was the devil in disguise, leading him right up to the bar. Cas felt his stomach twist uneasily when the man handed him a double shot of whiskey. Cas and alcohol did not mix well; he always got overly affectionate and touchy even after only a couple drinks. He paused with the glass near his lips, wondering if he should tell the man or just turn and leave the party before he embarrassed himself.
Dean tossed his head back and gulped his shot. He leaned back a bit and bumped into a zombie behind him who just laughed and leaned heavier into the sexy vampiress with him. Dean smacked the shot glass down onto the counter and asked for another round. That was when he noticed the devil hesitate.
"Not a drinker? I'm sorry. I just assumed…" He felt bad for pushing him without really asking and turned to the bartender to cancel the shots.
CLONK! He whipped his head around to see those blue eyes shining triumphantly at him.
Meg had told Cas time and again that he needed to live a little. Well, he thought, let's live a little. "I'm good," Cas growled out, his horns slipping down towards his face again. "Let's have another."
Dean stared at the man, his mouth slightly agape before it curved into a wicked grin. It looked like the night wasn't going to be as bad as he had originally thought, with having to wear the skirt and all. The blue-eyed devil standing before him had surprised him, to say the least, and continued to surprise him with the way he had knocked the shot back so cleanly. Well, almost cleanly- a couple drops of whiskey gleamed at the man's bottom lip and Dean brought his hand up, brushing the moisture away with the pad of his thumb before he even realized he was doing it. Dean felt a blush race across his cheeks when he caught himself. Three shots in now. He should learn his drinking partner's name.
He coughed and stuck his hand out, "Dean Winchester."
Castiel looked at Dean's hand and tipped his head to the side again as if confused. He looked up into Dean's eyes, such a beautiful green, he thought, and took a quick step into Dean's space. "Castiel," he mumbled. "Your eyes are so green."
He tilted his head back to look up into Dean's face. He was almost chest to chest with him. More like velvet vest to halter top but too close just the same. Maybe not close enough. He could see freckles peppered across his cheeks and nose. He raised a hand to touch one but found he was rocking back on drunken heels. He was tipping backwards now and a giggle jumped into his throat. He let it spill out as he rocked forward into Dean's arms.
Dean took a quick glance at the other guests around them before he gave in to the red-dressed temptation swaying against him. Kiss him, his mind whispered.
Cas clutched at Dean's bare shoulders as he fell forward, feeling the steely muscles bunch under his hands. He chuckled breathlessly but made no real move to push away. How many shots had he had already? He wriggled a little closer. Did it really matter how many he'd had? He thought not, not when the liquor made him feel this carefree and relaxed, like he could just do what he wanted and damn the consequences. He looked up at Dean, at those incredible green eyes, still feeling the tingle from the brief touch the other man had glanced across his bottom lip and felt his breath catch in his chest at the way those eyes suddenly became darker and more heated. Cas wasted no time in slipping his arms around Dean's neck, tugging him down for a kiss. Damn the consequences.
Dean felt himself tighten when Castiel stepped into his space. Now that he was tugging his face down, his whole body suddenly felt like a coil wound too tight. He let out a slight grunt, wrapped his arms around Cas' waist and crashing him against his body for the kiss. Those blue eyes closed and Cas let out a soft sigh when Dean's tongue brushed against his lips, asking. Suddenly, each felt the rush of need as lips parted and tongues touched and everything around them fell away.
The heavy press of the taller man's body against Cas brought a heady wave of arousal crashing down onto him, stealing his breath and weakening his knees. He couldn't remember the last time he had been affected so strongly. His hands found Dean's hair, fingers tangling in the short strands as he continued to draw in deep, fevered tastes of his mouth. Cas pressed his body even closer against Dean's, pushing them back up against the bar behind him, causing the bottles on the top to jump and rattle. Dean groaned and Cas swallowed up the sound greedily, lost in the scent and taste.
But for as caught up in each other as they were, Cas still heard when someone shouted good-naturedly "Get a room!"
Dean chuckled when he came up for breath. "Shut your cakehole!" he called back to the air.
Even as he spoke, he slipped his hands under the red cape and ran his fingers along the waistband of Cas' red slacks. With groping hands hidden now, he pulled Cas' hips and ground one hard member against the other. He watched blue eyes roll back and grinned with satisfaction. He brought his lips to Castiel's ear, "Does that sound like a good idea, Cas?"
Cas could only nod his assent. The warm hands at his back, the solid erection pressing insistently into his thigh, the hot breath washing against his ear, all of it seemed to cloud his already alcohol-addled brain, making it hard to form a complete sentence.
"Y- yes,'" he finally managed to stutter, rolling his hips forward slightly, seeking more friction for his hardening cock.
"Awesome!" chirped Dean to Cas' agreement.
He gripped Castiel's ass and swirled his hips once more in anticipation of pleasure to come. But, if they were going to make to the door, he would have to slow down. He felt an odd warmth bloom in his chest when he looked over the devil's face. Those beautiful eyes were half closed and a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. Dean brought his hands up to cup that face and slide a softer kiss on his parted lips. He then gently pushed Cas away and smacked cash on the bar.
Where was he even hiding that? Cas wondered.
"Let's do this!" Dean crowed and tugged Cas back into the crowd.
Cas laughed softly to himself. For a man in a skirt, Dean Winchester sure had a macho walk. Cas tripped on the way out of the party. It was the funniest thing ever as now he couldn't stop laughing. Dean pressed him back again his Impala to steal more kisses but found himself laughing too.
"Do this often, bub?" Dean chuckled.
"Not…at…all," Cas replied between giggles.
Dean sobered up immediately and took a step back. "What?"
"Meg says that I should loosen up and that I'm all manner of hot," Cas tossed up air quotes around the hot, "when I'm bad. But I'm never bad." He was rambling now about duty and family honor and then doubled over laughing.
Dean expected irritation to creep under his skin but it didn't. It wasn't quite guilt either. Suddenly Dean wanted to protect Cas. He pressed against him again but this time with less force. "I know a great burger joint around the corner from here. Let's eat."
Cas tilted his head and that confused look crossed his face again. Adorable, Dean thought. Adorable.
"But what happened to the room?" Cas sounded hurt. Did he just mess up his impromptu date? What could he have done wrong?
Dean leaned down to kiss him sucking on his bottom lip before opening the passenger door. "We will," he promised. "Just want you to be sure first."
Cas watched Dean jog around the front of his sleek black car, still feeling a bit dazed and more than a little buzzed and not entirely sure he hadn't messed up this whole thing with the man in the skimpy angel outfit. He wanted Cas to be sure? Cas thought he had made it pretty clear that he was more than sure. He opened the car door after two fumbling tries at Dean's questioning look over the roof of the car, still uncertain what he might have done to make Dean want to stop when Cas had made it so clear he wanted to take it all the way. Cas slid down onto the supple leather of the passenger seat, confused, more than a little drunk, and, now, half-hard.
Dean hopped into the driver's seat then hopped back out. Cas could hear him swearing quietly as he wrestled to remove his wings and tossed them into the backseat. Once behind the wheel again, Dean glanced over at Castiel and sighed. The poor man's face had fallen and he looked like a kicked puppy. Dean smirked again. Despite Cas' protests, he reached for the devil horns and chucked then into the backseat as well, replacing them with his halo. "I think you are way more angel than I am. You'd look great in this skirt." He graced Cas with his most charming smile hoping for a smile in return.
"Dean," Cas began. "Did I say something…?"
"I hear sex is way better on a full stomach," Dean interrupted. "Gonna need all your strength." Dean waggled his eyebrows and then started the car.
With a definite roar, the car sprung to life and moved out if its parking space. When on the road, Dean reached over to grab Cas' hand. He swiped his wet tongue over the other's wrist and then settled it against his own thigh. He wanted to slow down but definitely not stop.
The feel of Dean's tongue dragging across his skin sent a shiver down Cas' spine and he shuddered. He looked over at Dean in the driver's seat, seeing the determination darkening the green of his eyes, even in the low light, and finally understood what the other man was getting at. He relaxed back into his seat, his fingers beginning to trace slow lazy circles against the skin of Dean's thigh, just under the hem of his skirt.
''I think you definitely wear it better," he muttered huskily.
Dean let a groan escape him as Cas' hand crept further under his skirt. Slow it down there, Tiger he reminded himself again for the thousandth time and was both grateful and disappointed when he pulled into the lot at Harvelle's. He had been completely serious when he told Cas that he wanted him to be completely sure of what he was getting himself into when he agreed to be taken home by Dean Winchester. Dean just hoped that when Cas sobered up enough to make that choice that the irresistible man in the passenger seat of his car would still choose him.
He parked in a spot close to entrance of the sports bar and jumped out of the driver's seat with an unfamiliar feeling of apprehension clenching at his heart. He waited for Cas to climb out of his baby before kissing him again with a firm and insistent press of their lips. Cas looked up at him, wonder plain on his face, his lips parting on an exhale. And before Dean could just push Cas into the backseat of his car and take him then and there, he grabbed him by the hand and practically dragged him into the sports bar behind them.
Authors Note:
This story is being co-authored by myself and my friend angilniar1977! We're planning on updating with new chapters every other day if we can! So, stay tuned for more fun! ^_^