Chapter One: Truth or Dare


Dean squinted his eyes in the dimly lit room. It was almost oppressive. Hot, humid, full of flashing lights that did little to illuminate the place and drunk college kids grinding on each other like it was their only mission in life. He scanned the room with a begrudging set in his jaw and grumbled something under his breath. Sam nudged him with a roll of his eyes and shook his head.

"Really Dean? It's just a party!"

"It's just a party that you're forcing me into at gunpoint." Dean growled back. He leaned against the back wall, blatantly refusing to participate. Yeah, he promised he would come to one of his little brother's frat parties. Only to get Sam off his back about needing to get out of the house. If he had to listen to another word about how drinking himself to sleep wasn't a normal post-break-up behavior he was going to start shooting at things. He'd like to keep his criminal record clean.

Sam tossed him an annoyed grimace. "God you are melodramatic. You needed to get out of the house." He said it simply, crossing his arms as he stared Dean down.

"Well I'm out. I said ten minutes. That's it." His eyes scanned the bustling room that smelled vaguely like a high school horror movie locker room looks like and finally his eyes locked onto something that might make this livable: A small bar area. Thank the big guy upstairs.

Dean started out towards the mini-bar without a word to Sam, who knew he'd probably end up there anyway and just rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna go get some punch. Come get me in ten." The younger of the two said. He would have liked to stay a little longer and hang out with some of the guys from school, maybe see if Jess was there, but he came with the biggest wet towel on the planet.

The response he received was an answering grunt as Dean hopped up on one of the barstools. The room was loud and he was starting to get a headache already. Never in his life had he wanted to leave someplace more than he did now. He jolted as a gruff voice beside him shook him from his moody and miserable thoughts..

"Hey there, I'm Castiel." The man said with a smile that split his face.

Dean had to swallow, because this guy's voice sounded like something from a friggin' porno. It was gravelly as fuck and… He stiffened as he caught himself eyeing every inch of him up and down. The guy was filling out a tight-fitting white shirt underneath his letterman's jacket and there was a hidden strength to those lean muscles that made Dean's stomach tighten just thinking about. Purposefully avoiding anymore thoughts like that one, he looked straight in front of him and asked for an ice cold beer before turning back to the stranger.

"What the hell kind of a name is Castiel?" He asked before he even realized he said it aloud. Oh well. It wasn't like he was going to be here long. Might as well make enemies now when he'll be out the door before anything comes of it.

But the way Dean's eyes lingered on every curve of Cas's body did not go unnoticed and a slow, mischievous, grin crept along his face. "It's a name people like to scream." He said with a wink.

God help him Dean blushed. And little did he know it, but Cas loved watching his cheeks go red. His eyes darkened a little as Dean ducked his head in embarrassment.

Who the hell was this guy? He cleared his throat, desperately floundering for composure as he rubbed at the back of his neck. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to ogle every inch of this man because Jesus he was gorgeous. No. Stop. He took the beer he ordered and after a long swallow, he turned back to him. "Seem's like that'd take a while. So I'll just call you Cas." Considering how red his cheeks were that actually came out somewhat cohesive and to say he was proud of himself would be an understatement.

There was that cocky grin again. Castiel let out a deep rumbling chuckle and it wasn't doing Dean any favors. Eyebrows still raised in an eternally mocking smirk, Cas laid his hand on his back and started guiding him further into the house. This is the point where Dean should have freaked out. Should have backed way way way up and explained that he was most definitely not into guys but as Dean opened his mouth and scrambled through his mind for something to say Cas let loose another of his damn pick up lines. "Sounds nice coming from your mouth though."

Dean was going to say something to that, he told himself, probably make an even bigger ass of himself. But instead all he got out was a nervous laugh before Cas casually asked a question.

"So, who was that tall guy with you?"

"Oh, him? That was my little brother Sammy. He's awkward and lanky but you gotta love the kid." He found himself rubbing at his neck again as they made their way into the thick of the party. Not for the first time Dean was asking himself what the hell he was doing. He told Sam that he was only going to be here ten minutes and that meant lingering on the sidelines and not meeting anyone so there was no one to ask questions when he left way too soon to be socially acceptable.

And yet here he was. Getting to know Cas way faster than he was sure he wanted to.

Suddenly Dean was suspicious. "Why do you want to know?" The man dropped his hand away and smiled coyly at him, eyebrows arched in a way that made Dean's knees quiver.

Jesus he needed to get a grip. This was a dude. Like, deep voice and more junk below the trunk than he cared for. He should not be acting like this.

"I just wanted to know if we had to ask him before we played some party games.". Internally Cas was practically dancing with excitement because as far as he knew, Dean was single. And judging by the way he'd been eyeing him like this year's winning pie, he was far from straight. "You up for that?"

His gravelly voice washed over Dean like a blanket made of sex and he was having trouble thinking straight. Wait… did he? Dean sighed out through his nose as he realized that Cas just implied him and his brother were together. Why did people always think that? He shook it away and cleared his throat before forcing himself to think this over. Party games were not the way to go if he was looking to duck out of something ten minutes in. They were how people ended up drunk out of their minds laughing their ass off and the last time Dean got drunk in public he ended up making out with a dude. He really should just walk away and cut his losses. Especially when he only had two minutes left on his non-existent timer before he could leave and tell Sam that he held up his end of the deal. But his mouth had this habit that sometimes led to bar fights and other times led to moments like this, where he committed to something that, in hindsight, turned out to be a poor decision.

"Sure."

Cas smirked like he knew the whole time what Dean was going to say and took his arm, leading him to a room with people scattered around it. Some were leaning against a wall and a handful of people gathered on the floor in the middle of the room. One of them had a bored look on her face as she stared at the newcomer. But something told Dean she always had that look. Dean took a seat next to Cas since he was really the only person in this group he even sort of knew. Now more than ever he felt out of place. Surrounded by people doing something with their lives. Getting an education. Going somewhere. Dean was just a nobody who was never going to go anywhere. He shifted uncomfortably. This was a bad idea. How did this Castiel guy even talk him into this?

"Everyone, this is Dean. Dean, this is Meg, Charlie, Adam, Joe, and Benny."

He shifted in his seat again and coughed as he glances over everyone, surprised at how many people Cas knew. Meg was the one he noted looked bored all the time. Charlie looked like a typical peppy ginger until he noticed the Star Wars shirt and he immediately liked her. Saying Joe was pretty would be an understatement. Okay, so maybe this won't be all bad. He examined the rest of the group and rubbed at his neck nervously.

"Hey. So uh… what are we playing?"

"Truth or Dare." Meg's voice drawled out. Even the way she talked made her sound bored, yet engaged at the same time. It was kind of disconcerting.

"We're thinkin' of playin' spin the bottle when we're bored." Benny added in a deep rumbling accent that was low and smooth and very southern.

There was a rustling sound to his side as Cas turned to Dean, who was beginning to feel very overwhelmed again, and smiled. "You okay with all that?" He asked.

After a long moment Dean shrugged. It had become less about what he was okay with long ago, and more about how far he was willing to let this go. Apparently he wasn't going to call it quits just yet because he found himself moving nervously in his seat on the ground and answering in the affirmative. "Uh… yeah, sounds fine." A part of him was still waiting for someone to suddenly stand up and laugh at him. To tell him how he didn't belong here. To point out that he was nothing but a high school drop out. As if they could tell just by looking at him that he was a failure. But no one said anything.

"I'll start." Joe's voice pulled him from his thoughts as she eyed him with a smile. "Dean, truth or dare?"

Dean bit at his lips nervously. He found that most of the time taking the dare was a lot easier than the truth. Truth said things about him he was far from ready to reveal to total strangers. "Dare." He said a little too quickly.

She decided to start him off easy and tossed him a sly smirk. "Rub my shoulders." Joe said as she scooted closer to the middle and coincidentally closer to Dean. Meg and Charlie both rolled their eyes. She was so bad at hiding her crushes.

He knew he got off easy. Last time he'd done something like this, a dare had equated to doing four shots in one go of these things called purple nurples and it just got worse from there. He was smashed by the end. Everyone was. And that was also the story of how he found himself mouth to mouth with some dude. He told himself again he didn't like it and it was just because he was drunk but there was an inkling of himself that knew that wasn't true.

Dean forced himself to relax a little as he scooted up to take the challenge and even let out a little laugh. "You guys suck at this." He rolled his eyes as he spoke and slowly worked his fingers into the muscles of Joe's shoulders. For some reason Dean will never fathom he found his eyes locking with Cas's as he rubbed her shoulders. Hell, he even rose his eyebrows a little as if he was trying to send the wrong message.

And it worked. Cas responded with his own pair of raised eyebrows but couldn't help the worm of jealousy that but at him seeing him work Joe's shoulders like that. He tossed the man a smug smile and crossed his arms. "Well it's your turn. Show us how much better you are." It was a direct challenge, and he had to know Dean would never step away from a challenge.

All his nerves went out the window and he was far past the flustered stage. Now he was bent on coming up with an idea. As much as this guy exuded confidence, he's avoided just about any personal question thrown his way tonight and something told Dean he was going to pick dare every time. He didn't seem the type to want to share anything about himself. A slow, smug smile spread across Dean's face.

"Okay Castiel. Truth or dare?" He stared at him with an almost dark satisfaction in his eyes at his own idea.

Cas met the gaze evenly and threw him his own challenging smirk, tilting his head. "Dare Dean."

Hook, line, and sinker. That was totally predictable. Cas wouldn't voluntarily talk about himself. Ever. It made him kind of mysterious, which sort of added to the sex appeal that Dean was busy pretending didn't exist. "I dare you to pick truth next time someone asks." And there was the bombshell.

Cas's blood ran cold, but he quickly covered it with a cocky smile. "Fine."

Without another word to Dean he turned to Charlie, who picked truth. He asked her if her hair was naturally red which was received with much eye rolling and a simple nod of the head. Meg was dared to sit in Adam's lap. The slight in frame guy started blushing but Meg had no shame and simply plopped herself down. Benny ended up doing a handstand, or at least trying to do one, but he was drunk and was a big guy which was never a favorable combination and ended up flopping onto his back like a snake trying to do the worm. The fall shook the room and Cas acted like there was an earthquake, which made Dean chuckle a bit. Finally Benny turned to him and crossed his arms.

"Truth or dare son?" He asked in that husky Louisiana accent of his.

Dean bit at his lips as he thought over this for a long time. Yeah, he hated secrets, but he was making Cas pick truth so he decided it would only be fair to give it a whirl just this once. "Truth." He declared after clearing his throat and trying to sound a lot more confident in that answer than he was.

Benny had to think for a while. He took another swig of his beer and leaned back a little. "How old are ya." The question was anti-climatic at best, but then again, Benny was drunk and probably wasn't feeling the most creative right now.

Dean scrunched his face up in confusion. Benny got a free pass at anything he wanted to know and he asked how old he was? "Twenty-six. That the best you got?"

A cat-calling sound was made right next to him. "Ooooh, an older man." Cas's eyebrows were raised and his lips were pulled upwards into a smirk as he looked Dean up and down like he wanted to be his undoing right then.

A shiver passed through him and he had to force away the thought that he might not even mind that. No. He had to stop this. He most definitely positively wasn't gay.

Dean turned to Cas with a knowing smile because it was his turn and Cas's hands were tied. "Truth or dare?" He asked, though everyone knew the answer.

Cas eyed him cautiously and tugged at his letterman's jacket, looking out of his element for the first time tonight. "Truth."

"What's the story of your name?" He had deliberately avoided the any mention of his peculiar name earlier with a shameless flirtation. This had to be good.

But Cas actually seemed relieved. He gave off a little shrug and leaned back. "Castiel is the angel of Thursday. I was born on a Thursday."

Dean narrowed his eyes, wondering if there was more he wasn't telling him but pushed it away as he watched the game make its way around the circle again. In short Cas dared, Meg, who was still in Adam's lap, to another beer, after she'd already had three that night. She moved back to her spot on the floor before daring Adam to lick Benny's cheek. Everyone laughed so hard they couldn't breathe when he apologized profusely before licking the rough skin and darting back like he'd been shot. In retaliation, Adam made Charlie reveal to the group that she did like One Direction, but only a couple of their songs. She turned to Dean with slightly red cheeks.

"Your turn Dean-a-reno." Her chipper voice rang out.

Dean was slowly forgetting completely about Rhonda Hurley, last week's brutal break up that Sam took him here to get over. It was beginning to feel like he was actually a part of the group and if he was being honest he didn't mind that feeling. He turned to Charlie and bit his lips. "Dare." He said, no willing to risk a truth after forcing Cas's hand just earlier.

Charlie made eye-contact with Cas and there was something devious in those eyes that made Dean very nervous. With a sly grin she turned back to Dean and raised both eyebrows.

"Dare you to sit on Castiel's lap."

Cas feigned shock and turned to Dean expectantly, who for all his part was now white-faced. He gulped. Charlie wanted him to what?

He let out a grumble and ducked his head to hide the damn blush that was rising through his cheeks and spreading to his ears as he climbed reluctantly into Cas's waiting lap. This shouldn't feel so nice. He should not have smiled like a horny teenager just now but oh God he did. He cleared his throat and tried to pretend like he wasn't enjoying this. "Alright alright, it's not that funny." He growled like the poor sport he was.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cas snaked his arms around Dean's waist and hooked his chin on his shoulder. "It's your turn D." The man informed him as he smiled at Charlie almost gratefully.

Dean's face burned even brighter and he shifted in Cas's lap. This was so not what he was expecting tonight. He cleared his throat, blushing harder every second as he stuttered and blundered his way through his words, sounding like a high school girl with a crush. "I… uhm…. uh… t-truth or dare." He swallowed the extra saliva pooling in his mouth as Cas's arms tightened possessively around him and forgot to address the challenge to someone at first. "Cas." He added quickly. "Truth or dare Cas?"

Castiel pretended like he was thinking about his answer, but everyone there knew exactly what he was going to say. "Dare." He replied, rather predictably as he looked up at Dean from his head's perch on Dean's shoulder.

He grit his teeth to hold down the sigh of content at the gentle pressure of Cas's warm face in the crook of his shoulder. He needed to move, now, before he did something stupid. He reached for the beer next to Benny and stole a sip before handing it to Cas.

"Balance this on your nose." With that, he hurried out of his lap to give him space to perform the impossible act. Really it was just an excuse to get off him. But this could turn out to be kind of amusing seeing as he was already drunk.

Cas raised his eyebrows and stood up with a flourish, perching the bottle atop his button nose. It stays for a moment and he grinned proudly at his achievement before it tumbled off of him and soaked his shirt.

"Shit!" He grumbled with an edge of laughter to his voice. A devious glint reached his eyes as he realized that this was a blessing in disguise. A perfectly legitimate excuse to strip off his shirt right in front of loverboy who was trying very hard not to stare.

He glanced at him out of the corners of his eyes and grinned as he slowly peeled the tight cotton shirt away from his skin, giving Dean a little more of a show than was really necessary.

In that moment Dean knew he made a mistake by having Cas do his little performance for them because now his eyes are glued to Cas and he can't peel them away to save his life. The man is toned. That's an understatement. Sure, the muscle-hugging white shirt he'd had on before gave a hint, but this…

He cleared his throat and darted his eyes quickly from side to side to make sure no one would see as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He did not just fucking drool over this guy!

Charlie and Meg both tossed each other looks as they both tried to pretend like they didn't just see what Dean did. And they weren't the only ones that noticed. Cas's lips are turned upwards in a proud smile, amusement gleaming in his eyes because that was definitely not a reaction he's ever seen to him taking off his shirt. This man is so gay he may as well be puking rainbows.

The game went around again a few times and Joe ended up leaving the ring and admitting her defeat when Meg dared her to lick Benny's feet. On her turn again, she turned to Dean with a glint in her eyes that said she meant business. "Truth or Dare Dean." She drawled out.

Dean was stubborn as hell and decided to take a dare again even though last time he regretted it instantly. A truth was quick and painful. A dare sometimes revealed more than the truth. "Dare." He said with a nervous crack in his voice.

Meg smiled evilly at the sound. Could this guy be anymore transparent? She paused for a moment to think before folding her arms with determination. "I dare you to wear Cas's letterman jacket."

Dean couldn't stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief because with the way Meg was grinning at him he was expecting far worse. He slipped it on quickly, blushing at his own thoughts. Despite the beer he'd spilled putting on his show for them, it still smelled like Cas, and yeah, okay, the guy kind of smelled really good and he might have just caught himself pulling it tighter against him before he cleared his throat and tried to act less comfortable in the too-small jacket than he felt. "Truth or dare Cas." He asked in a gruff voice.

It was extremely difficult for Cas to hold in his laughter at how Dean tried to cover for his mistake by attempting to ask the question all manly like. It was almost hysterical. "Do you really need to ask?" He said in that cocky tone of his. "Dare." He couldn't stop himself from eyeing Dean in his jacket, loving how he looked in his clothes.

Dean rolled his eyes at Cas's smug reply and gave himself a moment to think very carefully about his next dare. He was determined to get something more out of him other than, he was born on a Thursday. This guy was like a mystery wrapped in a box. But he couldn't just dare him to pick a truth again, so he decided to get creative. "I dare you to whisper a secret in someone's ear." He said smugly, knowing if Cas would choose to whisper in anyone's ear it would probably be his own.

The smug smile on Cas's face said Dean had made a mistake. He leaned closer to him, knowing that was what he wanted, and grinned, breath tickling the inside of Dean's ear and making his heart pick up. "I like to leave marks." His voice came out as almost a growl and the words rushed straight downward.

Dean took a moment to regather himself, a small, nervous laugh breaking through. His breath was caught in his lungs and his mind was filled with far more dirty fantasies about Cas now than he would have liked to admit. God that wasn't what he was expecting at all. And the fact that he had dirtier secrets than that made him ten times more mysterious and one hundred times more hot.

He shook the thoughts away because he wasn't into guys, he told himself for the thousandth time that night, though he wondered if he even believed that anymore.


Author's Note: Hey all! First of all, thank you for reading this far. Second of all, I wanted to let everyone know that this is a collaborative work and the absolutely amazing slightly end!Cas you see as well as a good portion of what's written here is all thanks to my lovely friend who's Castiel is always a work of genius. Her tumblr is cocklescanpiercetheveilofdeath and her AO3 is ZZisapanda. Look her up and love her!

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