Dean was never into the whole "seeing a dark mysterious stranger across the room and just knowing" thing. That didn't stop him from noticing the dark mysterious stranger across the room, of course. The guy had been making eyes at Dean all night, if by eyes you meant staring at him nervously then looking down as soon as Dean made eye contact with him. He wasn't Dean's type. Dean was into the dominant type, the ones that took control, and that went for guys and girls. It was obvious this guy was submissive. The worst kind of submissive too, the "so, are you going to call me" kind of submissive. Dean tried to avoid those at all costs.
"Will you just go over there and talk to the guy?" Sam said as he approached Dean through the crowd. "What guy?" Dean questioned as he dragged his eyes from across the room to his little brother. Sammy started towering over Dean this summer, so Dean kept turning and looking at his, usually, plaid clad chest before moving to his face on accident. Sam gave Dean what Dean liked to call his "bitch face" and Dean rolled his green eyes. "Don't you have to study or something," He grumbled. Now Sam rolled his eyes. "Just don't be home too late, okay?" With that Sam walked back through the crowd, never quite disappearing thanks to his freakishly tall stature.
Dean took one last swig of beer from his red cup before crushing it in his hand and throwing it to the side somewhere. He didn't do submissive people, especially not clingy submissive people, which is exactly what that guy was. So, why the hell was Dean walking over there while the guy wasn't looking? Because if you went while he was looking he'd probably run away, a voice in Dean's head told him. That wasn't the answer he was looking for, but he'd take that over no answer at all.
"Hey," Dean said with a charming smile as he walked up. The guy was even worse than Dean thought. He was all messy dark hair and puppy dog eyes that were an impossible shade of blue. It was unbelievably adorable, but the exact opposite of what Dean was looking for tonight. The guy reeked of innocence and good intentions. Dean was contemplating just calling up Lisa or even Benny, but he knew neither of them would be up for it. The guy looked up at Dean with wide nervous eyes that Dean could get lost in for hours-Dean mentally slapped himself for that thought. He gave Dean a shy smile. "Hello." The guy's voice alone was enough for Dean to decide to go in for the kill. It was deep, deeper than Dean had expected, and beautifully gravelly. Dean could've gotten off right there just by talking weather with the guy.
"You wanna get out of here?" Dean gestured back toward the door with his head. He had a playful smile on his freckled covered face. The smile on the other guy's face grew ever so slightly. "Sure." Dean wasn't surprised by how easy it was, he was used to getting people to go with him on a whim. He did think this guy might've needed some greasing up, though. He grabbed the guy's hand and led him through the crowd to the door. The cool night air hit them in the face like a refreshing cup of water after a run.
"So, what's your name?" Dean asked figuring he'd need something moan. "Castiel." Dean looked at Castiel's innocent freshman college kid face and with a cocked eyebrow. "It's a long story," Castiel explained to the look. "Well, Castiel, I'm Dean." With that Dean held open the back door of the sleek black impala. He made sure to park far enough away from the party for this reason.
Dean barely had enough time to close the door before the kissing started. It heated up almost instantly. Castiel kissed him everywhere. Wet hot kisses trailed up and down Dean's neck to his lips. Dean threw of his jacket and all but ripped his shirt off, Castiel doing the same. "You top or bottom?" Dean asked figuring he already knew the answer. Suddenly Dean's bare back was on the cool leather interior of the car and Castiel holding his wrists down above his head. Dean knew the shock was evident on his face. "Top," Castiel breathed out in a gruff voice that drove Dean insane. So, maybe Dean judged too quickly.
Castiel lay on top of Dean. Both of them were sweaty and panting and still riding the high of their orgasm. "So, should I be expecting a call tomorrow?" Dean asked through shallow breaths. He could feel Castiel's chest on his rumbling with laughter and soon he was laughing too.