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"Hey, Cas?" Dean called from the tiny bathroom.

"Yes, Dean?"

"Why don't we go out, eh? Just you and me? While Sam's staying late at the library?" The small, dirty motel had stains in places that were difficult stain and smelled like cigars and cheap sex. Dean was sick of it. Night after night, the same setting with different coloured wallpaper.

"Out where, exactly?" Castiel asked from his perch on Dean's stiff motel mattress.

"To a bar, man! Play some pool, drink some booze, perfect, yeah?" Dean said, stepping into the main room with a bright-eyed expression.

Castiel shifted uneasily. "Okay, Dean." He said. Castiel loved spending time with Dean, but the idea of going to a place of sin wasn't ideal.

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They arrived at the bar, and seeing Dean so at ease relaxed Castiel, just a bit.

It was pretty full, with only a bar stool and a booth or two empty. The fast-working bartenders and busty waitresses seemed to keep busy, anyway.

Dean spotted a mostly unused pool table across the room and promptly dragged Castiel to it while simultaneously flagging down a waitress.

Dean had shown him how to play pool, and even though he didn't understand the point of playing a game where you line up the angles and hope it bounces the balls into the holes, he felt fairly at ease. Math was one of his better subjects, all factual and specific. Everything was done in a certain way and if you did it that way then it would produce the ideal result.

Dean was delighted that Castiel was so good. He could use this to his advantage, lure in guys who thought Cas was shit at pool. Man, where they in for a surprise.

"I'm gonna go get another drink." Dean called over the chatter of the bar.

And that he did. However, when he turned to go back he saw Castiel, bent low over the pool table, ass sticking out and hands gripped around the pool stick. As Dean's jeans became uncomfortably tight, he couldn't help but wish those hands were gripped around something else.

Just then, a tall sweaty man approached Castiel, pressing into his backside and roughly grabbing his hips. Castiel looked surprised and more than a little uncomfortable, so Dean slammed his glass onto the countertop and made his way over.

"Hey, watch it buddy!" Dean said, pushing the guy off Castiel and wrapping an arm protectively around his shoulder. "He's with me."

"I think he can speak for himself. Besides, there's no way you're a cock sucker. Too pretty and too proud." The guy taunted.

Castiel stayed silent. He trusted Dean to keep him safe, and the arm curled around his shoulders felt too good to risk speaking up.

"Oh, yeah? Watch me." Dean said, grabbing Castiel by the lapels of his trench coat and kissing him, rough and if it was a bit chaste on Castiel's part, well, no one complained.

Dean pulled back and looked at Castiel as the guy left, grumbling.

But Dean didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to talk about how he felt, or what that kiss meant, or how Castiel's chapped lips still felt soft enough against Dean's that he never wanted to let go.

"Dean?" Castiel questioned.

"I'm tired. Let's go." Dean said, avoiding his gaze.

"But-" Dean grabbed the keys and walked away, effectively cutting Cas off.

Castiel stared after Dean for a few seconds after he walked away, before swiftly following.

As they drove away, Castiel didn't say much at first, but eventually he broke the silence. "Dean, we need to talk about it."

"I was just getting that guy off your back, man." Dean replied with a nervous chuckle.

"You didn't have to kiss me, though." Castiel reminded him.

"I was just being thorough." Dean said defensively.

"But-"

Dean roughly pulled onto the shoulder of the road, slamming on the breaks.

"Fine!" Dean snapped, turning to face Castiel. "Fine. You wanna know what that kiss meant to me? Fine, I'll tell you. It felt like fireworks, butterflies, and every other goddamned chick flick moment the media uses to make love seem more fun than it is. It felt like you had the most awesome lips I've ever casually slammed mine against, except this time it wasn't casual. It felt like I wanted to slam you onto that pool table and ride you into the sunset. Why? Because ever since that day back at Chuck's place, when you took on all the archangels and died, just to buy me some time, I've known I was in love with you. I've been in love with you for so fucking long I can't remember what it feels like to not be. So I thought that kiss meant I would get relief from whatever bullshit feelings I've had all this time, but no. That kiss meant I'm screwed to hell."

Castiel stared at him with wide eyes, before leaning over and roughly pressing his lips to Dean's. It only lasted a second, but it changed their lives forever.

"Me too." Castiel whispered against Dean's lips when he stopped for air.

"What?" Dean asked, a little dazed.

"Me too. Every since that day when we were stopping the apocalypse and you were the only one who would listen to me. The only one who would help me. You were there when I needed you the most, in ways no one else was, and I knew then that I had fallen for you. I didn't know then they I would end up falling for you in the non-metaphorical sense." Cas chuckled darkly.

Dean didn't giggle. Nope, not even a little. He pressed his lips to Castiel's once more, and savoured the feeling. Somehow, he knew he would never get tired of it.

Needless to say, it was a while before they pulled back onto the road and went home.