It was just a kiss. All they had done was kiss. Cas looked across the room at Dean over a newspaper Sam had handed him. It had been so nice. So unexpected. Nothing like Cas had ever experienced before. Dean didn't make eye contact, probably because he didn't want Sam to suspect anything. Cas couldn't help but stare. He licked his lip absent mindedly Trying to keep Sam in the dark as well. It had felt like sparks. Zinging from the contact point and spreading to every part of his body, warming him from the inside out. Crap. Sam had seen him staring. Not that it wouldn't be obvious from the tension that hung in the air like a cloud in a rainstorm.
He looked from Cas to Dean, questioning the look Cas had plastered on his face. Dean tried to shrug absentmindedly, but Sam knew the difference after years of living with him at close quarters. He must have caught on. How could he not have?
"I need to go out, get a drink and maybe do some shopping," Sam tried to sound nonchalant but it wasn't as impressive as he thought it was. the door swung closed behind him before Dean could protest.
Dean had finally gotten up the courage to kiss Cas just moments before Sam had been heard at the door fiddling with the key.
Dean looked over at Cas as if unsure if he should continue or if he even felt anything. Cas nodded but only lightly, unnoticeable if not expected. Dean slowly made his away the room straddling Cas in the to big recliner he sat in. Leaning in he kissed him slow and soft leaning back to smile for a moment before Cas grabbed his face again kissed him rougher this time. Opening his mouth experimentally feeling Deans tongue tangle with his own. It was perfect. He licked softly across deans bottom lip nipping at it just a little. He could feel Dean getting hard, rocking just barely against his own crotch that he was straddling. He felt the head rush to his cock, his own hips rocking to the same rhythm as Dean. The kiss was perfect. The feeling was perfect. Dean was perfect