Dean sat at his kitchen table. His head resting on his arm, his eyes glued to his laptop.
"Damn vampires.." he muttered. A case had opened up recently, 4 missing girls in under a month, all drained of blood. Guy had a thing for blondes, that much was obvious.
The soft flutter of wings snapped Dean out of his reverie almost immediately. His lips curved into a small smile.
"Hello Dean" Castiel said softly.
Dean tried to ignore the heat that coiled in his stomach when Castiel said his name. He tapped the keys on his keyboard, keeping up with the semblance of work. Trying and failing to ignore the angels presence behind him.
"What's up Cas?" Dean asked, he stood up slowly, closing his laptop with a soft click.
The angel didnt reply, and if not for the soft sound of his breathing Dean wouldn't have known he was still there. Dean froze, suddenly unsure, his hands resting on the table, his back still turned.
"I just wanted to see you Dean" He said finally, his voice quiet in the large room.
Dean didnt move. His heart was pounding so hard, he wondered if Cas could hear it. Swallowing thickly, he turned around slowly. Castiel stood less than a few steps away, his trench coat and tie a stark contrast to Deans simple jeans and T-shirt. Dean looked a Castiel, running a steady mantra through his head.
He doesn't mean it like that, stop imagining things, its not like that, he's not mine, he doesn't want me. he doesn't want me.
" Cas- " he began.
Castiel stepped forward. He was less than a few inches away now. The bottom of his long coat brushed against the hunters leg. Deans breath started to come faster.
"We talked about this" He continued hoarsley.
Castiels stared at him, his face a breath away. His blue eyes held a dark intensity.
"Personal space?" Castiel finished with a whisper.
Dean bit his lip, his eyes heavy, unable to control the lust that he knew was written all over his face. He could feel himself getting hard.
Castiels arm lifted slowly, never taking his eyes off of Deans. He placed his hand on Deans chest, over his heart. The hunter couldnt suppress the shiver that went through him. Castiel leaned closer, his blue eyes impossibly deep.
" Cas..." Dean whispered. " What are you doing?"
Castiel froze, his lips a whisper away from Deans. They were so close now that Dean could taste Castiels breath on his tongue. Castiel swallowed loudly, he blinked rapidly, once, twice. He took a step back, shaking his head as if waking from a dream. His hand fell away from Deans chest, and Dean felt the loss of it down to his core.
Castiel opened his mouth to say something, apologize, make some excuse. As if the pounding of Deans heart and the answering lust in the angels eyes was just a fluke. But something in Dean just snapped.
He lunged forward, closing the space between him and Castiel in one swift movement. He balled his hands in the Castiels trench coat, jerking him against his body. Deans breath fell out of his mouth in soft pants as Castiels eyes meet his . The pupils in the angels eyes were blown so wide only a thin line of bleu was visible.
"Dean-" Was all Castiel got out before Dean crushed their mouths together.