Just One Drink

Chapter Three

It was quite common for one drink to turn into three… or four? Castiel was no stranger to the allure of copious amounts of alcohol. However, to drink quite this much in the presence of a student was nothing short of idiotic. Yet here he was on drink number three… or was it four? Castiel furrowed his brows as he tried to remember. Dean wasn't nearly as bad off as Castiel, though Dean had a high tolerance for alcohol. He was always the last to crash after an all night keg party up at Beta Zeta whatever the hell his fraternity was called… He was too busy watching the way Castiel's full lips moved when he spoke.

"You know… When I was in college… I was so… happy that… I just knew. I just knew… That I wanted to teach… I wanted to… So bad…" Castiel confessed, laughing as his head felt almost unbearably heavy. Dean nodded emphatically in agreement with the professor, reaching over and gently gripping the collar of Castiel's trench coat.

"That's just so cool…" Dean said softly, his smile a little goofy from his buzz. He watched Castiel smile warmly and when their eyes met again, even through Castiel's drunken haze, Dean could see the light and passion for his work there. Dean's tongue darted out to drag over his lips.

"What'dya say we ditch this scene… Go back to mine…" Dean said huskily. Castiel felt his stomach lurch a little at the very idea and he found himself nodding dumbly.

"Yes. I'd like that." Castiel whispered, not having the capacity to think about what he'd just said before Dean had him by the hand and was dragging him out the door.