Hello again. So here sit he next chapter as promised. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

The cab pulled up at Dean's apartment after only a couple of minutes of travel, he lived in walking distance of the roadhouse after all. Paying off the driver Dean climbed out still with Cas' hand in his as he dragged him towards the door of his home.

Once they were through in Dean did what he had secretly been wanting to do all evening, he fell back against the wall, pulling Cas with him so that there lips met in a rather uncoordinated, but no less passionate kiss.

Castiel couldn't believe this was happening. It was like his dream come true. But then he registered the taste on beer on Dean's tongue, and he remembered the last time he and Dean had come here after a night in the bar. He had realised with Charlie's explanation that at the time Dean must have been drunk (true). And standing there kissing the man he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with he felt his heart sink (I'm so sorry). This was not the beginnings of a relationship (you're right, it's not). This was another drunken hook up (yep). No, he wouldn't do it. He would not be Dean's gay sex buddy. (Way to go Cas. You stick to your principles and you never know, you might just persuade the idiot round to your way of thinking, eventually, when he gets his head out of his own ass that is.)

With that decision he pulled back from the kiss, moving his hands so the rested on Dean's chest, making it so he couldn't try to follow his retreating lips.

"Dean, you are drunk." He said simply hoping the other man would understand. (Yeah don't see that happening, do you?)

"So?" Dean replied in confusion, what did that have to do with anything? (What did I say?) He wasn't so drunk he couldn't get it up, so there was issue on the performance side of things. (Everything isn't about sex you know kiddo.)

"I do not believe this is a good idea." Castiel explained not moving from his position of keeping Dean at arm's length trapped against the wall. (Dean trapped, I like it.)

"Why not? I know you want me." Dean responded smiling his most charming smile and winking at the man in front of him. There was no way Cas would kiss him as he just had if he wasn't interested. Hell if he wasn't interested he wouldn't have agreed to come back here with him. (Well yeah, but… no. You know what? I'm going to leave you to figure this one out yourself, good luck. *writer walks off whistling to herself*.)

"I do, but I would prefer you sober." Castiel replied dryly, a croaked smile appearing on his lips as he looked a Dean and realised just what he was turning down. (You are doing the right thing Cassie, we're all with you.) He had no idea how he was finding the strength to carry on saying no to that look, but he was stubborn in his own way, and he had made up his mind. (Yes stick with it.) He and Dean would be together properly, with them both invested in what was between them, or not at all. He had his standards, even if they were standards he had only just realised he held. (A round of applause for our Cas. You can do it.)

"We can't have everything we want in life Cas." Dean murmured fluttering his eyelashes at the man in front of him. The man he wanted more than anything in his bed, though he didn't look to far into his reasons for that statement. (You know Dean-o, I really think you should. You might find something more precious than you could ever imagine, if you're willing to let it grow.)

"I think you should go to bed. Alone." Castiel replied straightening his shoulders with pride that he was resisting every one of Dean's attempts to get him into bed. It was hard, (I'm sure doing the resisting isn't the only thing that's hard, am I right?) but he was doing it. He was saying no to his dream man. He just hoped that he would get the prize he wanted for his behaviour. (Psst, Cas, over here. I'll let you in on a secret, you will.) Namely he wanted Dean, for more than a drunken night or two. (And I promise I will give him to you, at some point.)

"Na, going to bed with you'll be so much more fun." Dean responded his voice starting to slur now that the alcohol was really kicking in. He also tried to lean forwards, to grab Cas back to him but the other man held him off with ease. (Sober versa drunk who did you think was gonna win Dean?)

"Yes it will. But I'm afraid it's a fun you will not have tonight. I had best leave." Castiel replied moving so he was standing the other side of the corridor from the drunken man. He needed to go before he caved. (Stay strong Cassie, make Dean realised what it is he really wants.)

"Stay Cas, please? We don't have to do anything… just stay." Dean whispered not sure why he was asking him to do it. (Umm, cos you have a secret crush on the guy?) But all he knew was that the images from the night were passing in front of his eyes. Of Cas laughing with Charlie and Jo, having a good time with others, and in his drunken state Dean felt that he wanted that for himself. He wanted to be the one to make Cas laugh, the one he talked to with a smile on his face. What the freakin' hell? (Oh jealously, what a wonderful tool you can be, as well as a cruel mistress at times. You will help make Dean-o see the light wouldn't you my dear?)

"Why?" Castiel asked tilting his head to side as he gave Dean his whole attention, wondering what the man's reasoning for wanting him here was, if not to have sex. Did Dean want something more? (Yes, yes he does. And he'll tell you that, when he finally works it out for himself.)

"I don't know. Just… because." Dean replied waving his hands around as if that explained the crazy thoughts going through his head. Hmm, maybe had had too much to drink if he was thinking like this. It was as if he was feeling jealous of his gay best friend spending the night with Cas rather than him, but how stupid was that? (Oh Dean, there is so much stupid here, I wouldn't know where to start.)

"Why were you out with Charlie tonight?" He asked not being able to stop the words from escaping his mouth nor the sight jealous tone to his words. (Of course you can't my dear, cos you like him and want him all to yourself.)

"Because she asked me." Castiel replied simply, though inside he was smiling. Because he heard the tone, and he knew that in this at least Charlie had been right. Dean was jealous of him spending time with her. Getting to know her as his friend, of Dean not being involved in that developing relationship. (You should probably learn here and now, Charlie is pretty much always right, just accept it.)

"Hmph." Dean responded closing his eyes as the corridor started to spin. Yeah, he really should have not drunk so much tonight. (Ya think?) It was causing all his thoughts and emotions to get messed up in his head. So not good. (Weeell, actually I disagree with that point, but each to their own and all that.)

"Go get ready for bed Dean, I will bring you some water." Castiel said when he saw the man standing there with his eyes closed. He guessed Dean was about ready to pass out, and he felt he should probably do that somewhere other than the corridor. (Good call. Don't want to have to drag him to his bed after all now do you.)

"Okay." Dean agreed gently pushing himself away from the wall and staggering his way down the corridor to his room. Once there he proceeded to take a long time to work how to remove his clothing. If only the floor would stop moving, and the buttons remain in one place, it would have been so much easier. (Hello drunkenness, so nice of you to drop by.)

Castiel on the other hand made his way to the kitchen and found a large glass, filling it with ice cold water before moving to the bathroom to see if he could find any aspirin. He had a feeling that when the morning came, Dean would need it. (So very, very much I'm sure.)

Gathering together all the things he felt Dean would need when he awoke Castiel made his way to Dean's room only to find him pasted out on his bed in his boxers. (Now there's a sight not to miss hey?) He smiled at the sight, he couldn't not, the man looked so adorable when he slept. Placing the water and pills on the bedside table Castiel perched himself next to Dean not being able to stop himself from running his hands lovingly through his hair, nor was he able to stop himself from pressed his lips to his forehead, giving him a gentle kiss. (Ah bless.)

"Good night Dean, sweet dreams." He whispered as he sat back up. With that he turned to find a pen and paper, leaving a note for Dean when he woke. Once that was done he stood and turned out the light, leaving Dean in peace as he made his way out of his apartment and back to his own. (Night Cas, I hope you have sweet dreams too.)

When Dean woke in the morning with his head pounding and his mouth dry, he thanked whatever god had thought to make sure he had water and aspirin by his bed. (Not god, angel.) Of course once he had taken his fill he noticed the note besides this glorious gifts. It was simple, but still it sent a mass of complex emotions through him. (Halle-bloody-lujah.)

Dean,

I hope you are feeling okay this morning.

When you are ready to see me sober, here is my number.

Castiel.

Reading the words Dean remembered everything that he had done the previous evening (Oops). How he had watched Cas and Charlie get on and felt something not quite right about that (that's called jealously). How that feeling had forced him to wait for Cas to come out so he could take him home (yep definitely the green eyed monster). And now he had attempted to get the guy into bed. And how Cas had refused to do so.

Cas had said no to him. Cas had said no. Said he only wanted him when he was sober, what the hell?

(*And as she finishes the chapter the writer throws back her head with evil manic laughter*. Until next time my dears.)