Dean opened a dirty white door, and slowly walked into the crappy cheap motel they had to get. Considering all the tourists they were lucky they got a room at all and didn't have to sleep in the car. As dean walked in, he through his car keys on the bed side table. Dean went over and sat on the bad on the far left then went to the other and returned to his original choosing, satisfied he had the most comfortable. Dean fell back on the bed wriggled to get comfortable and closed his eyes, to relax into a light sleep. Unfortunately Dean didn't rest easy the mental flashes of his very, very vivid dream with Cas wouldn't stop, and being as hungry as he was Dean decided to get food. Dean polished off a burger replacing them one he left to get cold in the diner earlier. The flashes however were firmly repeating in his mind. Dean decided to do the only logical thing. Get drunk.
After trailing around the town for hours Sam finally found dean slumped over the bar with an empty shot glass in one hand and a pink bra in the other. Sam went up to him annoyed but also relieved he was okay, well alive at least.
"Dean? Dean come on man"
All that Dean managed was a few inaudible grumbles and noises before returning his head back to the bar. Sam managed to get Dean on his feet, when Sam noticed the bra
"Dean erm, where'd you get that?"
Dean slightly more alert put the bra up to his face trying to make it out. When he did, he smirked and turned to Sam
"I have absolatly na idria"
Dean slurred as he through it away and gave Sam a hug whilst using his body for support, widening his eyes trying to gain focus. Sam slowly walked Dean back to the motel. Sam pulled out his mobile and dial for Cas
"Cas hi its me, I've got him, meet you back at the motel, okay alright buy."
"wazzhat Cas?"
Dean tried to ask
"I jike Cas, Cas is la gooood anjel, a fine angel"
Dean out of no where started laughing he found his sentence hilarious.
"Yeah Dean he's a pal"
Sam answered trying not to engage with him to much. It was harder to carry a drunken talking dean then one that was quiet.
As soon as they got to the motel they found Cas was waiting pacing the floor. After Dean was thrown to the bed in order to allow Sam to close to the door and nurse his shoulder. Cas walked up to dean and smacked him gently round the back of the head
"What the, what's wrong with you?"
Dean stood up only to be push back down onto the bed by Castiel, Dean too drunk to fight it. Dean looked Cas up and down remembering the last time Cas pushed him onto a bed.
"Cas, are you alright with him, its just Melinda is waiting"
"Yes, of course go"
With Cas' approval Sam left the room. Leaving Cas and Dean alone.
"That's my boy Sammy!"
Dean tried to call after him but ended up slightly muttering it to himself, and then he turned to Castiel
"You know what they'll be doing?"
"I am quite aware of matter of the flesh"
"Yeah I bet, Castiel the great virgin angel"
Dean was walking towards Cas whilst slurring this line. Stopping only when Cas' body physically stop him moving
"If you weren't drunk, I would"
"Would what? What would you do? What could you do?"
Dean was mocking the angel and doing so with a smirk, which only made Cas madder. Cas knew it would be wrong to beat the crap out of a drunk Dean, so instead merely through him against the wall with quite a bit of force. Cas was holding him by his collar and spoke very close to Deans face, Dean could feel his breathe and was watching Cas' lips as he spoke.
"Don't speak to me like that Dean, after all I've done for you, I deserve your respect"
Cas didn't get an answer from dean who was still staring. So Cas shook him again.
"Pathetic"
Cas spat at him as he let Dean go. This infuriated Dean and he stepped forward to Cas instead of getting to the angel he fell back into his bed. Cas leaning over him suddenly worried for Deans well being
"Dean, can you hear me?"
Dean's eyes opened slightly and he could see the outline of Cas leaning over him. Dean forgetting himself moved towards Cas and pressed his lips against Cas'. The angel completely in shook but moved his lips against Deans for a second before then he got his head tore his lips away from Deans and stood up, confused embarrassed and slightly angry. There was a long awkward silence between a drunken dean sitting on the edge on the bed and a flustered Castiel leaning against the far wall. Dean didn't know what to expect from his actions, but was still rather upset by Cas' reactions none the less. Dean was staring over at Cas who caught his eye when he glanced a Dean. It was only for a second but was intense enough for Cas to stand and physically turn around and stare out the window.