WHAT JUST HAPPENED

Dean felt a mix of fear and warmth rush through his body when he awoke. Startled, he looked around the dorm to see if there was something out of place. Benny wasn't there. Then again this was becoming a regular thing - him disappearing off to Lisa's room. Good thing they were official now. Anyway, Dean looked round again to make sure - nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary... Until he looked next to him.

Suddenly memories of last night came flooding back - pushing Bartholomew out the way, grabbing Cas and pulling him into the best kiss he'd had in years. That had happened. That had actually happened. And what's more, he felt amazing because of it. And that scared him a little. Castiel was a friend, they couldn't mess that up. But God was that kiss so good...

And there was Cas, rolled up in a neat little ball, hugging his pillow. Right. Next to. Him.

He had no idea what to do - wake him up? - leave him to sleep? - call Charlie for help? (Of course, this was the option that he chose, less thinking involved, and his head was pounding from the alcohol.)

"Charlie... What happened after me and Cas..."

"Tried to drink each others saliva?"

"Yes... That but in a more, modest way."

*Giggling from the other side of the phone occurred.* "Now would be the time to say I told you so, wouldn't it?"

"FINE... Fine you were right. I TOTALLY and UTTERLY have the hots for Castiel Novak. Now PLEASE tell me what happened..."

"Nothing much, honestly. You stood there for a minute making out, then walked off the dance floor. Actually more hobbled off. And then just stared at each other until the end of the dance. It was kinda creepy actually. And then you guys went back to your room afterwards, and from there I can't help you buddy." There was a slight pause. "Oh-Mi-God. You guys did it, didn't you!?"

"I don't know!" He yelped - suddenly scared that that was a possibility, and then looked down at his clothes... "Actually never mind - I'm still wearing the angel wings and jeans all buttoned. I'm good." He breathed a sigh of release. "What am I going to do about sleeping beauty though?"

"Wake him up! You need to get him out of bed sooner or later - rather it was BEFORE Benny, Lisa and Tessa woke up... Amiright?"

"Fuck - true. Thanks Charlie."

"No problem idio-so. See you in an hour or so... as you're probably going to have to drag the bookworm back up here."

"Yeh yeah... bye."

He stood over the bed for a few minutes, wondering what would be the best possible way to let Cas know, and then after time he realised - there was no best way. He was going to have to wing it.

He shook Castiel's shoulder lightly, but nothing. He shook both shoulders, still nothing. He sat on top of the boy and violently shook him... Of course that would be the time he woke up.

"Dean WHAT THE HELL?" Castiel yelled, holding his head and scrunching his nose up.

"You and I need to have a talk."

"Ummmm... seriously?"

"YES YOU MORONIC... I don't have a good word."

"What do you want to talk about Dean?"

"Well for one... why the HELL are you in my bed?"

"Ah... yes.. well you see... you kind of passed out after a while... and I had... um... some help from Benny to... uh... get you up here... but um... I was too... exhausted to go back to my own room so I... err... stayed here."

"Great... That clears that up. Now here's another question, do you remember anything else from the dance?"

"If you are referring to the kiss Dean, yes I remember."

Silence.

More silence.

An almost deafening silence.

"Are we not going to talk about it?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Quite frankly, I'd rather use a memory wipe spell, but somehow I don't think that would work."

"How so..."

"In all honesty? I liked it. A lot."

Another lot of uncomfortable silence.

"In all honesty Dean..."

"Yes?" Dean said, perking up at the sound of his name.

"So did I."

More uncomfortable silence.

Too much silence for one person.

Too much silence for anyone.

"So ummm..." Dean said, rubbing the back of his head and looking anywhere but Castiel right now. "What now?"

"I don't know..."

"Neither do I."

"Well..."

"Um..."

"So..."

"Uhhh..."

"Umm..."

"Do you wanna make out again" Dean asked abruptly.

"God yes." Cas answered, pulling Dean into a violent thrashing of the lips, it was all a blur to the both of them, like they'd been drugged by the others poison. But, they both had to admit, it was kinda past the 'just friend' line.