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Cas hasn't been human for very long, which makes the fact that he's been drunk for half of his [new] life slightly less impressive. Apparently, Castiel as an angel has a much higher tolerance for alcohol than Cas as a human.

Also apparent, is the fact that while Castiel is a maudlin drunk, Cas is a happy, handsy, chatty drunk. He's currently wrapped around Dean like a very snuggly octopus, with his face nuzzling gently into Dean's neck.

Dean is trying studiously to not, well, rise to the occasion, as it were, but the soft warmth of the body wrapped around his, entangled with his and the soft, warm, moist breath on his neck and ear are extremely enticing.

If Dean thought he was screwed before, that's nothing compared to how he is once Cas starts talking. Now, he's- quite literally- boned.

It starts when Sam has finally had enough of smirking at Dean as Cas rubbed against him, his expression clearly saying that Dean would never live this down and decided to go back to the motel. Dean's too drunk to drive and the motel's too far to walk to so they leave together.

Dean (whose arm was already around Cas) tightens his grip and helps Cas out of the booth. Cas slumps against him and Dean is surprised at how light the man is without a Chrysler building sized true form in him.

"Dean." Cas slurs. "Dean! Dean!"

"Yeah, Cas? What is it?" Dean slurs right back.

"You're pretty."

"Yeah, I know I am. Come on, you lush." Dean intends to put Cas in the back seat and sit shotgun but Cas refuses to let him go so Dean gets in the backseat with him. Cas lays his head in Dean's lap (and Dean is eternally grateful that Cas is either too drunk or too naïve to recognize the significance of his chosen pillow's hardness. Then Cas moans and nuzzles his head against Dean's cock and maybe the ex-angel isn't as naïve as Dean though (he's definitely as drunk. Maybe even drunker."

"You got pret- pretty eyes." Cas continues, murmuring the slurred compliments against the head of Dean's cock. Dean tangles his fingers into Cas' hair.

"Yeah?" he asks drunkenly, having seemingly forgot about his very uncomfortable brother in the front seat.

"Yeah," Cas breathes, "Pretty lips."

"You like my lips?"

Before Cas can respond Sam arrives at the motel and announces, quite panicked, "Okay, we're here!"

Dean just growls and waves a dismissive hand at his brother, wanting to know Cas' answer.

"Oh, no you don't. You've scarred me enough as it is." Sam drags Cas out of the car, and Dean quickly follows. He shoves both the ex-angel and his big brother into the room.

Dean, always the protective brother, asks Sam "Where ya' goin?"

"I'm getting my own room." Sam replies. "One far, far away from this room. In fact, I might go to a different motel."

Dean's already distracted by Cas collapsing, sprawling his body across the bed he fell on. He stepped closer to Cas while he answered his brother distractedly.

"Yeah, good idea, Sammy. You go do that." Sam slammed the door right before Dean got onto the bed with Cas.

Cas snuggled up against Dean again. "So," Dean prompted "You were talking about my lips?"

"Pretty lips" Cas repeated, nuzzling into Dean's neck. Dean let out a moan when Cas nipped at his ear.

"Wonder…" Cas murmured.

"Wonder what, Cas?"

"What they taste like. So pretty. Look so soft…"

Dean gulped. "You want to taste my lips?"

Cas lets out a snorty laugh. It's the most beautiful thing Dean's ever heard.

"Wanna taste all of you." He says; then kisses Dean's neck. Dean bites his lip to keep his moan quiet; he doesn't want to miss a single word.

"Lips." Kiss. "Mouth." Kiss. "Cock." Bite. (Dean gasps) "Ass." (Dean can't hold in his low moan.) "Freckles."

Dean laughs. "You wanna taste my freckles?" Cas moaned.

"Fuck, Dean. Wanna taste all of you. Every inch of your skin. I know you from the inside out. Now I wanna know you from the outside in."

"How long?" Dean asked.

"'Bout ten an' a ha'f inches."

"I meant- holy fuck, ten and a half? Really?"

"Don't worry, Dean. I'm longer," he bit Dean's shoulder "But you're thicker."

"Fuck, Cas. Wanna see you. Why er' we still wearin' clothes?"

Cas tried to sit up but fell back down. "'Cause- don't wanna- be another one."

"You don't wanna have sex with me?" Cas let out a frustrated groan.

"Wanna fuck you so bad. Want you to fuck me. But- but I won't."

"Why not?" Dean asked; then waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "It'd be good."

Cas stared at him. "There's something wrong with your eyebrows." He said; then laid his head on Dean's chest. "Know it would be good. Be amazing. Only ever wanted you. "

"Then why not?"

When Cas didn't answer, Dean looked down and realized he had passed out. Dean would just have to wait until tomorrow for his answer. God, he hoped he remembered this tomorrow.

Just a handy formula for fan fic reading:

7Comments=Love7

6Author+7Love=13Motivation

6Author+13Motivation=19Smut

Therefore,

Author+Author+Comments=Smut

AND

Smut=Drool+Melted Brain

(Also, if I get comments, I promise, next chapter; no math)