The Engine of the Impala purred quietly as it sat in the vacant parking lot. Dean sat behind the wheel, ACDC's Highway to Hell rolling softly out of the radio. Dean was humming quietly along, tapping a finger on the steering wheel to the beat. He looked over at Castiel who was turning his hand back and forth over the vent, looking intently at it as the warm air played on his borrowed skin. "You cold?" Dean asked, his voice raspy from not talking for so long. They had parked the Impala and Sam had jumped out, insisting that he could just go and check it out alone quickly. However, he had been a while and Dean was growing worried. "Cold?" Castiel questioned softly.
"Yeah, you know...How do you describe cold?" He asked, more to himself.
"I do not know, Dean." Castiel answered.
"Right well," Dean reached over and took Castiel's wrist. "Okay, so you feel that air? It's warm" he pulled Castiel's hand away from the stream of heat. "Okay, now you feel how the air is different away from the heat?" Castiel nodded. "Well, that is cold." Dean finished.
"Oh, then yes, Dean. I am cold." Castile told him. Dean nodded and used his free hand to turn the heat up.
"You are worried about your brother?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, I think I'll go and check on him if he don't come out soon." There was a silence in the air for a moment before Castiel spoke.
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you still hold my wrist?"
"What? Oh!" Dean dropped Castiel's wrist quickly and looked stared out the window for a while before turning back to see Castiel still looking at him. He opened his mouth to question him but stopped. Castiel had his eyes fixed on Dean's and no mattered how hard he tried to look away, he just couldn't. He felt as if there were an invisible string pulling him towards Castiel.
"Cas?" He questioned.
"Yes, Dean?"
Before he knew what he was doing he had pressed his lips softly against Castiel's. Once he was there, though, Dean found that he did not want to pull away. He let his lips move against Castiel's slowly, and, though the angel had no experience with such things he did not pull away. Instead he tried to follow Dean's lead. At first he seemed lost but he eventually worked out what to do. Deal let one hand drift up to Castiel's neck.
Their lips began to grow more urgent. Dean repositioned himself to better reach Castiel's lips. The kiss deepened and Castiel moved a hand up to cradle Dean's face. Dean could feel a moan rising up in his throat and his grip on Castiel's shoulder tightened.
Suddenly there was a loud bang and Dean looked out the window to see a terrified Sam staring back at him.
"Well, this is going to be an awkward car ride." Dean muttered, his face red from embarrassment, as he turned to stare nervously out the window.
"What is awkward, Dean?"
"You're about to find out."