This chapter is rated M.

Chapter 2

Even though we both really enjoyed going out, our favorite spots to go were karaoke bars, though we didn't do it very often for two reasons, one; we would end up making huge fools out of ourselves, and two; Dean always got way too drunk. I'm not sure why he would get completely drunk at karaoke bars compared to regular bars, but that's why we didn't always go there, a complete drunk Dean could get into a lot of trouble, but Dean had said earlier that it was my night, and to celebrate my new place, so why not? The past few days has been rough on my finally packing up my stuff to move out of my dad's house completely. I had lived in a dorm while at college, but I still had stuff at home, this was the first time I was going to be out on my own.

It was about 2 AM when we he decided enough was enough and headed out into the warm night air. We were both slap happy drunk, for a change, and I had Dean's arm slung over my shoulders, telling me something that had happened at work the other day, and as much as I really wanted to listen to whatever it was that he was saying I just couldn't pay attention because it seemed to be primarily focused on the way his lips moved and stretched over his teeth while he was talking. It must have been a funny story because he kept pausing to laugh between words and his eyes would crinkle up as his laughter came out in bursts.

Finally he must have realized I wasn't paying him attention because he jostled me around pulling my eyesight away from the deep emeralds that was his eyes and I blinked a few times shaking the cobwebs out of my fuzzy head.

"Castiel…"Dean taunted me, "whatcha thinking about?" He asked a huge grin splitting out onto his face. "Could it possibly be that guy you meet in there?" Dean inquired, "what was his name? Oh yea, Jonathon." Dean teased, dragging out the name.

Of course I wasn't thinking about him, but I went slightly red since I had been caught flat out starting at my best friend. Dean let out a burst of laughter making me stop short since Dean's arm slid off my shoulder as he put his hands on his knees to steady himself as he laughed.

"Hey man, there's no shame in getting picked up, you two would look real good together." He implied, his words sending a stab into my heart, but before I could respond with any type of comeback Dean stumbled onto the street leaving me on the sidewalk above him and laughter erupted from my chest so hard, it soon hurt and tears were coming out of my eyes. Steading myself I grabbed ahold of his arm and put it back over my shoulder but before I could pull him up onto the sidewalk with me he growled, "Oh fuck you."

"Only if you're lucky." I remarked, not even realizing it had slipped out of my mouth, but Dean stopped and pulled his arm down and cocked his head to the side looking up at my on the sidewalk.

"What?" He asked surprise in his voice, that's when I realized what I had actually said. It's always how I respond in my head when he tells me to fuck off. Shock registered on my face, mirroring Dean's face as I felt myself turning beat red.

"Did you just say you wanted to fuck me Cas?" Dean inquired.

I was at a complete loss of words and my brain wasn't working correctly, for every thought I had it would get jumbled. Every time I would think of something witty or charming to get myself out of this mess, my mouth wouldn't form the correct words.

"I uh…no what…uh." I tried shaking my head, which just made things worse. What was it that Sam always said, liquor is the best truth telling serum? You can't hide anything when a drink is involved. It makes the warning in your head disappear and loosens the tongue, spilling your deepest secrets. It was this very reason I never did get completely smashed when we would go out drinking, I always knew when I needed to stop, for that very reason, but I always felt responsible for Dean, making sure he would get to the right place safe and sound too.

My head was swimming and because I couldn't get my mouth to form the words I wanted to say, I knew I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of this. I reached out and gripped his hair pulling his face up to mine at the same time grabbing his white shirt in my fists and crashed my lips to his kneading his lips with mine. After a few seconds, Dean didn't push me off of him and my hunger grew. I let myself go and throw all my fears away as Dean reached out and gripped my trench coat pulling me even closer to him, a deep moan escaped as I opened my mouth and let my tongue explore Dean's as I fought for domination over him.

It was usually the other way around with me. My partners usually being the dominate one, and me the passive one, but that was out of the window as I got just a taste of Dean. I knew what I wanted and my body took over leaving all thought to sit in the dust.

A shutter ran down my spine as the deep kiss finally ended and I couldn't help but drop my eyes down to his lips as they glistened under the glow of the streetlight. There was a flush splayed across his cheeks and he was gasping to catch his breath, just like I was. I was still pressed up against Dean and every time his body quaked I could feel it in mine shaking me right along with him. I still had my hands clutched on his shirt and I let go stepping back from his, his own hand left to hang in the air where he had been gripping onto me.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." I admitted, my voice sounding very gruff and breathy. My eyes found Dean's and we stood there gazing into each other's eye's for what felt like an eternity and he stepped up onto the sidewalk and with both hands grabbed my coat pulling me back to him, our lips crashing together again and my dominate side went into overdrive as I gripped the back of his neck, moans of pleasure escaping my mouth as our tongues fought each other. My other hand sneaking under his arm gripping his lower back pulling him flush against me, I could feel Dean's excitement, knowing he could feel mine as well. Heat was growing in the pit of my stomach and shooting down to my groin.

It seemed that neither of us could stand still as both of our hands roamed and gripped each other's body, getting just a taste as to what laid ahead of us. This time it was Dean that pulled away, both of us out of breath and slightly disheveled.

"Cas…" Dean breathed out with a tender voice that surprised me. My whole body erupted into goosebumps suddenly feeling cold where moments ago Dean's body had been up against mine sharing his body heat, heating me to the very core. "Why didn't…how long…" He finally managed to get out.

This wasn't something I was prepared for. Anger, resentment, yeah, but caring? Possibly longing? No. I had expected Dean to push me away, scream, yell, maybe even throw a punch…but this? Embarrassment coursed through my body and I didn't know how I could even start to tell Dean how I felt, so I did the only logical my addled brain could think of, turned tail and ran, my fight or flight instinct took over and I fled.

We weren't that far from my apartment, it was just around the corner actually and I could hear Dean shout my name and him follow behind me. As I reached my door, he caught up with me, he was always faster than I was.

"Don't you dare Castiel. I think I deserve some fucking answers." Dean shouted turning me around to face him and pushed me up against the door. "You can't just kiss me like that, make me feel things I've never felt before, then turn and run away!" He shouted at me, heat rising in his cheeks. Anger, resentment, betrayal, those are the things I could handle with but I can feel my lips pulsing from our kiss and I couldn't get mad or upset and yell back.

With a sigh I nodded my head. "Your right." I replied and reached out to grab his shoulders gently. I just needed to touch him, make sure he was real and this wasn't just a dream. "I'm sorry, let's go inside and talk." I said looking into his beautiful green eyes.

There was a part of me that wanted, no, needed to drag him into my bedroom and have my way with him, but I resisted. Barely. I may be been past the point of no return long ago, but this was new and shocking to him. It wasn't fair to him to have all this thrust upon him with no explanation.

With as much will as I had, I pulled my hands away from his broad shoulders, turned and unlocked the door opening it and following Dean into the darkened apartment.

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So I hope you liked chapter 2! I had posted what was originally chapter 2 last week, and I went against my better judgement, I just didn't like it, how it was worded, how the characters sounded, but I posted it, and for some reason the format got all off, I don't know why, so I ended up taking that as a sign and deleted it, now this is chapter 2! I hope you reply, I like to read what my readers have to say about the story! Thanks so much for reading.

Desiree'