Castiel and about half of his new neighborhood were crowded in his new house. He was holding somewhat of a "getting to know the neighbors" party with lots of beer and lots of people. So many in fact that the party had spilled out into the back yard.
Dean sat on a plastic lawn chair and Castiel watched him. He had already noticed that Dean was his next door neighbor and that when he is in a hurry (which is most times) he doesn't wait at the front door to put his shirt on, he strides down the driveway with his shirt half-on, half-off. Cas' eyes kept shifting towards Dean, he couldn't stop staring. Dean was just so...Cas couldn't even produce a word for it. He redirected his attention to the bowl of chips at his left hand and began to eat.
"I fucking love these."
A large hand entered Cas' vision and exited with an orangey-red chip between two fingers. Cas looked to its owner, Dean.
"Hey, I noticed you live next door." Cas controlled himself and shook Dean's hand.
"Yep, going on five years." Dean smiled. He had never stayed in one place too long so five years was his record.
Cas stiffened. Oh that smile. Dean's eyes glistened and his entire face crinkled into something unrecognizable yet beautiful.
Cas didn't know what to say so he went to his default response, "That's cool."
Dean's smile faltered a little bit but then he regained his brain and offered that Cas come to his house sometime and they could get to know each other a little looked at the chip in his hand for a little bit. He was reluctant, there were obvious risks, including being unable to control himself, however his body took over and accepted the offer for the next night.
The rest of the party floated by in a blur and soon enough Cas was in his pajamas reading his favorite passage in the bible that rested on his nightstand. He found that when he was especially weak a few bible passages would strengthen him, it would remind him of all that he was taught about God's word, all of the sermons and bible study groups.