Cas lies awake with his eyes open in his double bed back on their motel room. He takes a deep breath. What was I thinking? He asks himself as he closes his eyes to relive last night's events.
He was carrying four shots on one hand, using the other to protect the drinks from the crowd of dancing people. As he approaches Dean, who had his back turned, he also sees a man with short dirty blond hair walk around their table and lean close to Dean. He was a few feet away and he heard the man say, "My name is Nick… remember that, you'll be screaming it later."
He wasn't sure how it had happened. He felt his body move forward just as Dean stepped backward, bumping into him. He saw Dean's green eyes – wide, like a deer in the headlight, his cheeks still a little flushed from the chase. He grabbed Dean's waist using his free hand and he heard him say in his gravelly voice, "Did you miss me?" And then…
ARGH! He took his extra pillow and used it to cover his face in embarrassment. And oh my Chuck! He pressed his face into his pillow as hard as he could. Dean hadn't said a word since the kiss… or the other kiss.
He muffled a shout into the pillow and removed in from his face. What the hell, right? Dean had kissed him. Again. Right after their first kiss.
He hears Dean's bed springs squeak as the man squirms in his bed. Cas mentally slapped himself. He had forgotten that Dean was only a few feet away and here he was panicking because of Dean. How could Dean sleep? He asked himself, and then got annoyed that Dean could sleep after what had happened.
He thinks about the silence between them at the bar and on their way back to the motel, after making sure that the thugs had gone.
What now? He was pretty sure Dean wasn't into guys, I mean, as far as he knows. They've been roommates for a year and they never really talked about it. Well, there had been occasional girls knocking on the door, asking for Dean, sometimes saying they might have left something. Even though Cas had never seen them before, he knew what it implied.
He slowly reached out for his phone on the side table, trying his best to prevent his bed from squeaking so as not to disturb Dean. 5:30, he sighs. Well, there's no turning back time so… He closed his eyes to get some rest before their drive back to campus later.
It was the heat of the moment, telling me what your heart meant…
Dean wakes up groggily to his alarm the next morning; he kept getting woken up by what happened. He rubs his eyes awake as he yawns. The sound of the bathroom door closing caused him to look towards it. He felt his face heat up as he realized he was staring at his roommate wearing jeans, shirtless, towel draped over one shoulder and his hair dripping water on the other. He gulps as he thinks of what to say.
Cas beat him to it. "Dean, come on! We're going to be late," he said in his usual voice.
Dean quickly grabbed his stuff and headed to the bathroom. Well, he seems normal, he thought as he brushed his teeth. He mentally screamed. Why did you have to kiss him again, you idiot? You know, he only kissed you to save you from that 'Easy Bottom' guy!
He stepped under the shower, hoping the hot water would clear his thoughts. And the silence after! He cringed.
Cas knocks on the bathroom door and reminds Dean to hurry up.
He quickly finished washing up and stepped out of the shower to dry himself. He wiped the foggy mirror and looked at himself in the face. He whispered to himself, "Okay Dean, Cas is totally being mature about this. He had pushed it out of his mind and so should you." He puts on his clothes and takes a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom.
"I couldn't sleep last night," Cas says as he yawns over his waffles.
Dean quickly looks up at him and tried to swallow the mouthful of waffles he had just shovelled into his mouth. Oh Chuck! This is it. Is he really going to talk about it? He runs several scenarios in his head, each making him cringe more than the previous scenario. What if Cas asks him about the second kiss? His eyes widen at the thought.
"Dean? Dean! Are you choking?" he hears Cas say, pulling him back to Earth.
"What? Uh… No," he replies stupidly. He mentally face-palms himself and then asks, playing dumber, "Why can't you sleep?" He immediately regrets asking and quickly shovelled the waffled into his mouth, waiting for Cas to ask, Why did you kiss me last night?
"I was thinking about…" Here it goes, thought Dean. Cas continued, "those three thugs. I mean, they already broke the door open once. Who's to say they won't do it again?"
He chokes on his food, he immediately grabs for his coffee but he spills it on his hands, hurting himself. Cas hands him his orange juice which Dean gratefully accepts.
"You good?" Cas asks. Dean nods, still trying to pull himself together. Seriously, can he get any clumsier?
Dean takes a deep breath. "Well, we're going back to campus today, so unless they plan on following us on our eight-hour drive…"
A/N: Please leave a review for your comments and suggestions. As it was supposed to be a one-shot I'm not sure if I should have continued the story and I don't know yet where it's going.