Dean glanced at his watch. Only half an hour until closing. Sam caught it and bumped his shoulder against him. "Your student coming today?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes. Dean hip checked him out of the way. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes. Cas has texted me an hour ago." After two weeks of after hour lessons that were just between him and Cas, Sam had come looking for him one night, and had walked in on him standing behind Cas, trying to improve his approach. He hadn't stopped teasing Dean since. The fact that Dean couldn't stop wanting to touch the guy, made him a bit selfconscious. The warmth and hidden power of that lean body, made him all tingly. Fully aware that him being bi didn't mean Cas was in any way attracted to him, Dean surpressed all feelings and just indulged in those moments when he could teach by touch. "Dean... you will be careful, won't you?" Sam asked, his hazel eyes sincere. Puzzled, Dean turned. "What? Why would you say that?" Sam tilted his head and studied him with that thinking pout. "You don't know... aw. That's adorable..." Annoyed that his little brother didn't clarify, Dean picked up his order and walked off, aware of the prickling feeling in his neck that meant Sam was still staring at him.
Over the next 15 minutes, he caught Sam staring several times. He frowned at him to go and be an egghead, but Sam just grinned and continued his staring. When the door opened, Dean turned to look. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was Cas, his eyes crinkling in the smile his mouth didn't show. Sam saw Cas too and he threw Dean an exagerated wink before running to their private door, calling: "I'm studying, De! Don't be late!" Dean was torn between wanting to strangle Sammy and welcoming Cas. Since the first meant he would have to go to jail, he opted for the latter. "Hey Cas." Cas sat down on the barstool he had made his over time. "Hello, Dean." He glanced at the door to Dean and Sam's apartement. "Your brother is late with starting his homework. Is everything allright?" Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just fine. Sammy is just being an annoying little bitch." He raised his voice a little, knowing it would carry to Sam, who most likely would be standing behind that door, listening. The muffled "Just behave, jerk!" that came back, proved him right. "Can I get you anything? Just ten more minutes." Cas eye smiled. "I could use a coffee."
Tension building in his muscles, Dean watched the ball roll down the lane. "C'mon, c'mon..." he mumbled, his eyes glued on the path it was taking. With a loud clatter, all ten pins hit the floor. Dean whooped and hugged Cas. "WOOHOO! Turkey!" He felt Cas stiffen and suddenly they were staring at eachother, personal space between them non-existent. 'God, his eyes are really fucking beautiful.' was all that ran through Dean's mind. 'So amazingly blue.' Those blue eyes flicked down and were hidden by those dark lashes. "Dean..." Dean hummed, distracted by the pink hue of Cas' lips. "What is a turkey, apart from poultry?" Suddenly aware of the fact that he was still holding on to Cas, Dean quickly let go and cleared his throat. "Ehm. Ehem. That's when you... when you get three strikes in a row. Gets you a nice 30 points. Six strikes is a Wild Turkey and nine a Golden Turkey." Biting down on his lip, Cas nodded, and Dean could see him file that away. "But there are ten frames in a game." Tearing his eyes from those white teeth on that pink lip, Dean swallowed. "Yeah... but if you strike on the last frame, you get another roll, and if you strike that too, another. Twelve strikes is a perfect game. 300 points." Cas' eyes were shining. "I would like to achieve that one day." Dean smiled. "You keep this up, you just might." That made Cas smile a true smile and his whole face lit up.
Dean could almost hear the sharp 'ping' with which his restraint snapped and with a desperate little noise, he pressed his lips to Cas'. Cas stiffened, but when Dean started to pull back, Cas followed. His hands grabbed Dean by the head and pulled him back towards his lips. Dean sighed and leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut. Cas moaned and the world stopped spinning. After a bit Cas pulled free. "Dean..." Dean hummed and ran a thumb over his tingling bottom lip. "Dean... how long?" He didn't want this feeling to end, but he opened his eyes. "Since the party? You looked so determined, so unimpressed with the other's scores. As long as you had fun. And your eyes, god Cas, your eyes. They pierced my heart and soul." Cas smiled again. "And you? When did you...?" Cas pressed a feather light kiss on his lips. "When I watched you roll, and you said that you would teach me to help me beat Michael's ass." Dean blinked. "I didn't even know you were there..." Cas smiled at him. "I know. That's why I fell for you. You were not trying to impress me, but honestly offering. That, plus how good your ass looks when you roll."