BEAUTIFUL DESTIEL! This is set at no particular time, I just wanted to write Canonish Destiel. Also, y'know, Angelsex jokes. ;)

The first time Castiel kissed Dean, Dean put it down to him not understanding human practices.

Sam, Dean and Castiel had been celebrating the end of a particularly gruelling hunt with beer and bad TV, and both Sam and Dean were slightly drunk. Dean was making some stupid joke or another about how he could have kissed Castiel when he had saved Sam, and suddenly Cas's lips were on his.

The first thing his brain registered was Sam's startled intake of breath. The second was that, although they were chapped, Castiels's lips were warm and soft and holy crap was Cas a good kisser! Dean kissed him back for a few long, warm moments before he pulled sharply away and glared fiercely at his angel. Sam, sensing that this was going to be an awkward conversation, slipped quietly out of the Motel room behind them.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed, "What the Hell was that?"

Cas stared at him, head tilted, "I thought that that was what you wished for?"

"It was a joke! Guys don't kiss other guys." Dean yelled. Castiel looked at him pointedly. "Fine, straight guys don't kiss weird angel men in male bodies."

"I apologise, Dean." Castiel said quietly, "I didn't realise you felt so strongly about it."

"Look, it's all right. Just don't do it again, okay? I have a reputation to uphold."

Castiel agreed and they sat back down on the sofa and Dean tried to forget what had happened. Easier said than done, he realised. His lips still tingled from the kiss (though he'd deny it until his dying day. Probably longer.) and his mind kept replaying the stupid memory. It was very frustrating.

They acted as they had always done, Dean cracking jokes and making pop-culture references and Cas not understanding any of them, but there was some unidentifiable tension in the room. A huge, confusing elephant sat in the corner.

Xxx

The second time Cas kissed Dean, Dean put it down to inebriation.

To make a long story short, Cas and Dean had argued. About what, exactly, Dean couldn't remember, but the hunter and the angel had both stormed out of the Motel and had apparently both gone to bars.

Dean had staggered back at two in the morning, much to Sam's annoyance, promptly thrown up in the sink and gone to bed. Cas, however, was still missing at eleven o'clock the next morning. Dean was feeling a mixture of panic, annoyance and guilt, when there was a knock on the Motel room door. Sam opened the door warily, but smiled as his eyes fell on Cas, who looked bedraggled and sorry for himself. As he stumbled inside, Sam realised that he was still drunk.

"Dean! Get off the sofa! Pissed angel coming through!" He laughed. Dean sat up as Castiel, angel of the drunks, staggered into the room.

Cas's piercing gaze fell on Dean like an anvil. Dean stared back, unable to tear his eyes away from Castiel's. There was some emotion in them that Dean couldn't identify.

"Dean! Move!" Sam snapped, frustrated with the blatant eyefucking taking place in front of him. When Dean still didn't stand, Sam gave him the patented bitchface number 9, also known as; If you don't move right. Fucking. Now. I will move you, or so help me god™

"Ugh. Fine, bitch." Dean muttered as he stood, stretching his aching muscles. Cas flopped down on the sofa and promptly passed out. Dean stared down at him for a minute, before shaking his head and going into the kitchen for a glass of water.

A few seconds later, there was a tap on his shoulder and he spun around to face Cas (who was very stubbornly inside his personal space).

Castiel looked at Dean for several seconds, in which Dean kinda wanted to walk away but couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Cas's face. He was trapped in a cage of blue eyes, soft, chapped lips and wild, dark sex hair. He desperately wanted to close the gap between them and plant his lips on Castiel's, run his fingers through that hair that couldn't possibly be a soft as it looked and maybe even suck a dark hickey onto the pale skin at Cas's throat.

Cas let out a small, pained noise and suddenly launched forwards trapping Dean's lips between his own. After a few unresponsive seconds, Dean seemed to relax into the kiss and when Castiel ran he tongue across Dean's lips he wasted no time in opening his mouth and allowing Cas entrance.

The kiss was hot and wet and needy. Dean wondered idly how the hell Cas had gotten so good at this, but his thought was interrupted by teeth biting at his bottom lip. Dean moaned into Castiel's mouth and decided he didn't care.

After a full three minutes, which was nowhere near long enough for Dean, Castiel pulled away.

"I am sorry, Dean. I should not have done that." Castiel looked at his feet in shame and walked away, swaying slightly.

Dean groaned, left alone in the kitchen, frustrated and half hard.

Now what was he going to do?

Xxx

The first time Dean kissed Castiel, it was out of love.

Dean had been left to think for an hour or so after the fiasco in the kitchen. He had come to several conclusions. Firstly, that he was definitely bisexual. Or at the very least, he was Cassexual. Secondly, that Sammy would be fine with that. And lastly, that he was very obviously and pathetically in love with a ridiculous, oblivious, adorable angel of the Lord.

His next question was what to do about it. The answer he came up with was sex. Because he was Dean Fricking Winchester, and if he couldn't kill it, he slept with it. Plain and simple.

And that was how Dean Winchester ended up having amazing, feathery sex with an angel in a shitty motel.

It was possibly the best night of his life.

I should probably point out that Cas kissed Dean the second time because Dean looked very thoughtful, so Cas read his mind for a second and was immediately privy to mental images of Dean nibbling his collarbone.

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