Deans' POV
"This is wrong. This is very wrong." Cas says to the girl, addressing her as if she were a child who'd been naughty.
She giggles and rolls her eyes, "Oh shut up and kiss me would you," Cas looks at her for a moment, thoughtful, then as if having decided something, he shrugs and leans forwards, wrapping his hands around her waist and taking her lips with his own, you can see her reaction as he sticks his tongue down her throat and I want to be sick.
The two stay there for a moment, and I keeps glancing away and glancing back because I really don't want to believe it. They stumble backwards until Cas tumbles onto a sofa behind them and the female falls on top, then, whilst still kissing of course, they slowly sit up and she wraps her legs around him.
"Woah are you good at this," she says, slowly getting out of breath, but still building up the pace. "My pizza man," she smirks and then Cas gives her the most adorable frown.
"Hey! It's just a part time job, leave me alone."
"Mmm whatever," and she takes his mouth again.
I watch from a short distance, straining to hear their words. A shock of pain is sent through me as Cas grips her ass and her breasts and she reacts by touching him everywhere, soon it's all so intense that they've both closed their eyes. And they're doing this in someone else's living room. I'm about to leave when Cas groans.
"Dean, Deeeaan oh my God ugghhh De-dean this is amazing."
What the hell?
I spin around, expecting God knows what, just in time to see the girl jump off Cas, who's eyes stand out even more so then usual, though I don't know why.
"What were you saying?!" she shouts at him.
"Whuu?" Cas looks dazed and confused, why does he always look so confused?
"You were saying Dean. You said it over and over again. Who's Dean?!" She's throwing hand gestures around like crazy and I'm so bewildered. Was Cas thinking about me as he made out with this girl? Was he pretending she was me?
"Well I did keep saying what we were doing was wrong, Meg."
"What are even talking about?"
"Well I'm gay, duh." Praise the fucking Lord; I have a chance. It's no fun hitting on a straight guy, and it's no fun falling for one either.
"Castiel, how many beers have you had?"
"Ughh I don't k-know" He hiccups and it's so cute I wish I'd filmed it for later.
Okay that's officially the least manly thought I've ever had.
'Meg' raises her eyebrows at him.
"I stopped counting at like 7? C'mon giiimme a break." Oh, he's drunk. Of course he is. He was just joking around, the kiss was an accident for him, I still don't stand a chance. His words are slurring and I suddenly realize how pale he is. He starts rocking from side to side and I know that look, I've seen it in my father too many times.
He's about to pass out. Meg starts panicking and I know nobody's going to catch him in time… Screw it. I run over and just as his swaying get's out of control I sweep him off his feet. Not with my looks, but I have a habit of that too.
I look Meg right in the eyes and I hope I burn them with the anger I'm blazing in there.
"And you are?" she spits at me.
"The name's Dean," I reply, but I don't wait to see her reaction. Before I know it I'm out of the house, and carrying a barely conscious Castiel to the impala.
"Come on baby," I whisper, "lets get you out of here."
Cas' POV
I open my eyes, and I have no idea where I am.
I assume I must have fallen asleep somewhere, until I taste the alcohol on my tongue and a headache strikes my skull, and I realise that I more likely passed out. This isn't like me, not one bit.
I rub my eyes and try to focus, but everything's blurry and my head's pounding. My vision slowly comes to focus and a minute later I'm aware that I'm lying in the backseat of a car. I hear Metallica playing quietly out of the speakers and then I comprehend… I'm in Dean's impala.
I have a vague memory of his arms around me, carrying me; meaning I must have passed out at Kevin's, but I don't remember his green eyes being there. And even then, if Dean was at the party when whatever I've forgotten occurred… why did he help me? After last never, I never thought he'd want to look at me again.
"Cas!" Dean spins around from the driver's seat, clearly having just noticed I'm awake, and there's so much concern in his voice that I don't have it in me to ask him speak quieter, but I think he understands and he talks in a lower voice. "How are you feeling?"
"My head…" I murmur.
"Hey hey, it's alright, you don't need to say anything." I want to tell him thank you, and ask for an explanation for… well. Everything. But everything hurts too much.
"Wh- what happened?" I whisper, barely audibly.
"Well, you kinda sorta passed out at Kevin's, you had a six pack too many I reckon." Everything's buzzing; I can't concentrate on the words.
"Wuh? I don't have a six pack." That's a lie, actually. Also why was Dean bringing up stomach muscles? I remember the firmness of his and I have to pinch myself to stop from smirking.
"No you idiot!" Dean blushes. I think. "I said a six pack of beer, you've clearly never been properly wasted before. It's not big and it's not clever, but it's sure as hell worth it when the stuff's in your system."
My head. It hurts so much I can barely think, so I just groan in reply.
"Who was that girl, Cas?" Crap. She was a rebound, something to take my mind off you. I don't like her, heck I don't even like girls. Not like that, anyway. ButI don't have the brain capacity to say all that right now. I'll just… I can pretend I didn't hear the question, we'd solve it later, get over it, right?
I rake my hands through my hair, and speak drowsily. It's not much of an effort. "Hmmm…?"
Dean bows his head. "Nothing. It was nothing."
I feel awful; all I can do is curl into a tight ball of guilt.
"You okay there, Cas?"
"It's so- so hot- in h-here." It is actually; I suddenly realize that I can barely breathe.
"Well let's get out of here then. I drove us some place nice." His smile is so warm, gentle, caring. If I was sober I don't know if I could keep myself off him. Although; if I were sober, we wouldn't be in this situation.
Just as I begin to wonder how I'm going to stand up, Dean's climbed out of the car and is opening the back door for me, I try to sit up but I get a head rush and fall back.
"Whoa, don't go trying anything wild there, Cassie." Before I know it his arms are wrapped under my legs and back, and he's hoisting me off the seats like I weigh nothing. I feel his muscles tense around me and I try my hardest not to reach out and squeeze them. Like I said: thank god I'm not sober.
I close my eyes as he walks, I'm not sure why. I think I'm just trying to absorb his warmth and softness whilst it lasts.
"Have a look, Cas."
He's sat me down next to him, we're propped up against a rock, with dying grass beneath us. He didn't completely let go when he put me down, and I feel an arm wrapped around me. Only when I open my eyes do I notice that my head is leaning against his shoulder. Despite everything that's happened between the two of us, neither seem to mind. This is a problem for another day, I decide.
A lake is lain out before us, and it's beautiful. The moon shines off it in a way I've only seen in movies; the light dancing on the gentle waves.
"It'... It's amazing." I say so quietly I doubt Dean even heard.
"Blue," he says, "Just like your eyes." His cheeks turn pink and I realise that he probably never meant to say it out loud.
I don't speak after that, neither of us do. We just sit together silently… until the sun rises over the trees and scyscrapers in the distance, and settles onto the lake.
