Author's Note: The one where spin the bottle doesn't go exactly as planned.


"Girls?"

Dean rolled his eyes. He had only known Jason and Braeden for two weeks and yet he could immediately tell they were the usual perpetrators of bullshit. Neither of them looked like the kind of guy that could convince living, breathing girls to spend time with them.

"I swear, man," Braeden insisted, reaching up to adjust his glasses, "their names are Sarah and Taylor. Jason and I met them the other day when we had lawn duty." Jason, the shorter of the two, puffed out his chest and nodded excitedly in agreement, the long strands of his blond hair flopping down in front of his round face.

"You expect me to believe that two girls just walked up to"- Dean gestured at the two boys- "you two and said they wanted to hang out?"

Jason stepped forward, casually pushing past Braeden's larger frame. "C'mon, Dean, they said they'd come over tonight. Stop being such an ass about it," he snapped, "we'll just wait and see if they actually show up, and, if they don't, then you can walk around and brag about being right like the dick that you are."

Dean towered over the other boy, confidently meeting his furious gaze. As per usual, Castiel stood by the young hunter's side and didn't say a single word. Instead, he moved closer, his fingers lightly brushing against Dean's. The hunter pretended like he didn't feel the contact to avoid any awkward conversations, but it was all an act. And hell if that wasn't terrifying.

"That sounds like a wise plan," Castiel commented, a silent keep your mouth shut, Dean in his tone, "we will simply have to wait and see if they decide to join us. Right, Dean?" He turned to look up at his frustrated companion, his blue eyes holding more authority than the young hunter had yet seen.

"Yeah," Dean mumbled, "I guess so." He shot one more glare in Braeden and Jason's direction before turning away, quickly grabbing Cas's wrist to drag him along. The younger boy gasped but didn't resist, obediently trailing behind the hunter.

Dean led the way to the living room. He eagerly slouched into the comfort of the large, beige couch and gently tugged Cas down so that his thin frame filled the empty space beside him. As much as Dean wanted to avoid the thought, he couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to fit perfectly, with their thighs pressed together, the hunter's hand casually slung across the back of the plush piece of furniture. The whole seating arrangement felt incredibly natural, as if they were designed to be a pair, a matched set. Well, that's because we're meant to be best friends, Dean quickly reminded himself.

"So, you really think they're gonna show up?" Dean asked, casting a skeptical look over at Cas. The younger boy shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his hideously-oversized, heather gray shirt sliding down, enough that more of his collarbone was visible than usual. The young hunter wasn't quite sure why the exposed skin was the thing he chose to notice, but he immediately pushed the seemingly insignificant detail to the back of his mind.

"Well," Cas sighed, "as I said earlier, we will just have to wait and see."


Dean couldn't believe it. The bastards had been telling the truth all along- a fact that they certainly didn't mind reminding him of as two fairly attractive girls strut through the front door. When Sonny greeted them with equal parts confusion and pleasant surprise, they immediately turned on the charm.

The first girl to walk in (Sarah) used her shorter stature, wide blue eyes, and long, curly strands of ebony hair to her advantage. She absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair around her finger and spoke in a soft, sweet tone, peering up at Sonny through thick, doll-like lashes. Dean would be more surprised to see Sonny turn the girl away than offer her an invitation inside.

The second girl (Taylor) also tried to charm her way inside. Unlike her companion, she stood only an inch or two shorter than Dean with shoulder-length blonde hair and brilliant hazel eyes, chestnut brown with flecks of forest green. Something in the way she walked, her stance, led the hunter to believe that she was the one that called the shots. She wasn't as talkative as Sarah, but Sonny appeared to take a liking to her nevertheless.

Dean couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it must've been what the girls were hoping to hear. With bounces in their step, they walked past Sonny and into the living room, where the four boys sat, arranged in a small circle on the floor, anxiously waiting. The hunter could practically feel Cas's fear, as if it were a creature crouching over the poor boy with its teeth bared, poised to attack. Without a second thought, he reached over and grabbed the other boy's hand, squeezing it reassuringly and pulling away.

"Well, well, well," Sarah giggled, "is that what I think it is?" She gestured down at the bottle in the middle of the circle. The four boys stared at the object as if they had no idea how it had gotten there, wide eyed and speechless.

"It's a bottle," Braeden squeaked, "for… spin the bottle?" He swallowed visibly, watching as Sarah took a seat in the circle between he and Dean, while Taylor decided to sit between Jason and Cas. The young hunter didn't like the way the tall blonde's eyes raked over Castiel's thin frame and mussed dark brown hair, lingering on his lips.

"Oh," Taylor drawled, "I see how this is gonna be." She glanced over at Cas and winked. That's right, the bitch had the audacity to wink at the poor guy. Dean quickly reached over and squeezed Castiel's leg, hoping to send a message to blondie that his friend wasn't interested. Which wasn't a weird thing to do at all, by the way.

Unfortunately, Taylor didn't seem to appreciate the gesture. She narrowed her eyes, peering suspiciously over at Dean. The mischievous glint in her gaze was something the young hunter knew far too well. "I think he should go first," she purred and turned to Sarah, "what do you think?"

Sarah seemed to think it over, tapping her finger dramatically against her chin as if it were actually a difficult decision. Then, a disturbing realization struck Dean. She reminded him, in a way, of… no, of course not! He was losing it. It was his first experience with girls and kissing; it only made sense that he'd be a little on edge.

"Sounds fine to me," Sarah finally giggled, shrugging her shoulders. She pointed at the bottle and tapped her long, pastel pink fingernail on the glass. "Take her for a spin…?"

"Dean," the hunter mumbled, squirming uncomfortably under the scrutinizing look Taylor was shooting in his direction.

"Yeah, Dean, go for it," Taylor insisted, continuing to leer at Dean as if he were a bug she couldn't wait to crush.

Hesitantly, the hunter reached for the bottle, shocked by how cold the glass was as he gripped it. He sent a quick prayer to whatever god there may be watching his impending doom and turned the bottle. The urge to close his eyes and block out the ecstatic jeers of his onlookers nearly overwhelmed him.

"Go, go, go, go… oh." And, just like that, the room went silent.

Dean stared down at the offending object for several seconds, unable to come to terms with the person the neck of the bottle faced. He slowly lifted his gaze, starting with thin, moderately hairy legs, working up to the frayed hem of a large shirt, up to a surprisingly defined jawline and comically-wide, cerulean irises, a few stray strands of dark brown hair hanging down in front of them. Shit.

"Oh!" Sarah trilled excitedly, "boy kissing! Way to spice things up a little, Dean."

Dean couldn't seem to remember how to speak, captivated by Cas's heaving chest and aghast expression. He looked incredibly scandalized, which was, of course, to be expected of someone who strived to avoid contractions when he spoke. The very image of innocence was about to experience his first kiss- with another boy.

"Yeah, um, I don't know if that's such a good idea," Dean managed to finally reply. Sarah simply giggled- her response to just about anything, it seemed- while Taylor grinned like the damn Cheshire cat. The blonde looked far too happy about the current turn of events.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" Taylor purred, slinging her arm across Cas's shoulders, "Are you… chicken?"

"Yeah, Dean," Jason chuckled, clearly loving the way Dean's cheeks were beginning to flush with embarrassment, "what's the matter? Just give him a little"- he puckered his lips- "kissie kiss. Show us all that you're not a pussy."

Jason seemed to have found one of Dean's weaknesses. The hunter hated it when people tried to accuse him of being a pussy; he was a man, dammit.

"Fine," he growled. He turned his body to face Cas, shifting onto his knees, cautiously meeting the younger boy's wide, dumbstruck stare. He felt as if he were about to take the guy's virginity or something. Someone so innocent, so honest and kind, didn't deserve to have a half-assed first kiss, that much Dean was sure of. And although the last thing Dean wanted was for anyone to think of him as less of a man, he would try his best to give his friend the kind of kiss he had the right to. At least, that was the plan.

He leaned in closer, placing his hands on either side of the other boy's crossed legs. Never before had he noticed the refreshing smell of cotton that lingered on Cas's skin, the jut of his exposed collarbone, the length of his dark lashes. At this distance, every little detail stood out. "Don't worry, buddy," he whispered, careful to speak in a tone that only his friend could hear.

The first thing Dean noticed when their lips finally touched had to be how soft the younger boy's lips were, how plaint, melting under his touch. The little sigh that slipped past Cas's lips was the second thing, a response that seemed to shut down every single one of Dean's brain functions. He felt like he needed to get closer, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until their bodies were completely flush.

Is this what kissing is supposed to be like? Dean wondered, struggling to keep his hands from reaching up to cup Cas's face. How was kissing his friend any different than kissing the similarly soft- or at least he guessed that they were- lips of a girl? He certainly wasn't disgusted by what he was doing. Did that mean… oh God, was he gay?

Quickly, frightened by the thought, Dean pulled away. He couldn't help but steal one more glance at Cas's swollen lips and dilated pupils before turning away, smiling weakly at the other members of the circle. Sarah looked indifferent, maybe even somewhat pleased, while Taylor appeared to be flabbergasted. Dean took some comfort in the fact that he had been able to take the wind out of the bitch's sails. Braeden and Jason, on the other hand, seemed both intrigued and horrified. The hunter wondered briefly if they would enjoy kissing each other as much as he had enjoyed kissing Cas.

"Alright," Dean chimed, "whose next?" It took every ounce of willpower not to meet Castiel's gaze, those beautiful blue eyes filled with desperation and confusion. He wanted nothing more than to whisk the other boy away to another room and ask him how the kiss had made him feel; he needed to know whether he was the only one. Hell, he needed to know whether he was the only one going crazy.

"Oh, well, um," Sarah babbled, nervously playing with the hem of her skirt, "who wants to go?" As was expected, no one had the courage to volunteer, afraid they would end up having to kiss their friend as Dean had.

"Maybe we should, uh," Jason mumbled, "watch a movie instead?"