"Why did you kiss her?" Dean asked again when the angel didn't answer other than giving him a confused look with his trademark head tilt.
"But I didn't…," Cas finally started but was almost immediately interrupted by Dean.
"Not today. I meant that time at Crowley's monster prison," Dean quickly clarified.
"Oh, that. She kissed me first," Cas answered as if that was most natural thing in the world. When someone kissed you, you had to kiss them back. Dean needed a moment to process this but then a thought crossed his mind and before he could even start to analyze what the hell he was about to do he said it out loud.
"So, if I kissed you, would you kiss me back, too?" he asked with a cocky grin in place to hide his nervousness. And while he seemed calm and collected on the outside he was really trying to ignore the possibility that Cas could say no. Or that he could say yes. Dean wasn't really sure which answer was the preferable one at that moment.
"Dean, why do you ask this?" Cas simply said instead of answering though and Dean couldn't take it any longer. He had to know. So he didn't use words to reply to Cas' question, he used his lips. With a few quick steps he crossed the distance between them and then softly pressed his lips against Cas' in a chaste little kiss. He had planned to make it really quick but the kiss, small as it was, felt so good and Cas' lips felt so much softer than they looked that he lingered for a few more seconds before he slowly pulled away again.
Cas looked at him with an almost stunned expression for a beat, then quickly grabbed Dean by the shoulders and before the hunter knew what was happening he had his back to the wall and Cas' body was pressed flush against his. Without giving him much time to adjust to this sudden change in the situation Cas claimed Dean's mouth in a rough kiss and Dean willingly parted his lips to allow Cas' tongue to enter his mouth.
He was too surprised to do much more at first and so for a moment he just enjoyed Cas' tongue sliding against his and exploring his mouth, tracing his teeth and finding the roof of his mouth. Dean quickly shook the initial surprise though and finally started to take an active part in the kiss as well. He let his tongue play with Cas' for a moment before pushing a bit further and sliding it into Cas' mouth to claim him in the same way the he had claimed Dean before.
It felt like hours later when Cas finally broke away from Dean's mouth and took a step back, leaving a trembling and heavily panting Dean leaning against the wall to keep him upright. That kiss had been absolutely freaking amazing and strangely Dean had especially enjoyed that Cas had taken control of it, of him, almost manhandling him to get what he wanted.
"That was…nice. I have to go now," Cas suddenly said, jerking Dean from his thoughts just in time to see the angel vanish.
Dean suddenly felt cold and not only because Cas was no longer pressed against him. This he hadn't expected. Not that he started the day thinking he'd kiss an Angel of the Lord, no, but he had expected a little more from Cas now that it had happened. He still didn't even know if Cas kissing him like that, the same way he had kissed Meg, had been any more than just a reflexive reaction that he had learned from a porn movie.
He was still standing there, leaning against the wall where Cas had left him, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and how he felt about it. That kiss had certainly been way more than merely 'nice'. It had been fucking amazing and he'd be damned if he wasn't a better kisser than that demon bitch Meg.
But nonetheless Cas had just disappeared without an explanation and Dean was left behind alone, confused and, to a degree, hurt. He briefly considered calling Cas back and demand to hear what was wrong, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He had a feeling the angel wouldn't listen anyway. Finally, when he thought his legs would support his weight again, he managed to push away from the wall and he went to the small fridge their room was thankfully equipped with and helped himself to a cold beer.
He took a swig from the bottle before sitting down on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly playing with the bottle in his hands. His elbows rested on his knees and he stared into the distance without really seeing anything. Every once in a while he drank some more beer, letting the bitter liquid slowly slide down his throat in an attempt to chase away the taste of Cas still lingering on his lips and on the tip of his tongue. That was how Sam found his older brother when he returned from the library a little while later with a new stack of papers for him to read.
"What's wrong? Where's Cas?" he carefully asked, wondering if maybe his second question actually answered his first. But that was probably too much to hope for.
"Nothing's wrong and Cas had to go." Dean replied shortly and then turned away from Sam, ignoring him completely for the rest of the night. Sam shrugged and started reading. If Dean didn't want to talk, fine. There was work to be done anyway and in his current mood Dean wouldn't be very helpful.
Cas didn't show up again during the next few days and Dean's mood didn't improve much. Sam started to suspect that his initial assessment of the situation might not have been that wrong after all. Something definitely had happened between his brother and Cas and he wished he knew what it was, because whatever it was hadn't worked out the way he had hoped. He had left them alone for a reason that day but this wasn't what he'd had in mind.
Sam really wanted to know what was going on but he was afraid the answer to that question might just be a punch in the face so he held back a little longer. Eventually he couldn't bear it anymore though.
"Dean, come on man. I know you. Something is wrong. Did something happen with Cas while I was gone the other day?"
Dean looked up at him then, green eyes hard and cold as ice. "Nothing happened, okay? He just… left."
The way he said that last part, how Dean's voice almost broke on that last word, confirmed what Sam had been thinking all along. Dean had apparently caught on to Sam's hints and had tried to take his relationship with Cas to a different level and he'd gotten shot down.
Before Sam had the chance to ask anything else both hunters heard the soft flutter of wings which signaled the arrival of an angel in the room. They both turned to look at Cas who had appeared on the other side of the room, nodded at them and then asked a question that made Dean stare at him in horror for a beat. Then he got up and quickly left the room without saying a word, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Has Meg been back yet?"
So, whether you loved it or hated it, I've been told to take sole credit for the kiss. I do hope you liked it though, the story kind of took control of that part ;)
