The trio are sat around the kitchen table in the bunker, picking apart their recent hunt. They've just returned from Austin, Texas, and they're all feeling pretty worse for wear. As always, they've settled themselves down with a few beers, to reflect on the case.
"Do you think the kid will be okay?" Sam asks the others, worried about the body the demon left behind, after they exorcised it.
"She's recovering at the hospital," Dean reminds him. "There's not much more we could do, Sammy."
"Dean's right," Castiel agrees. "She's in the safest hands there."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Sam mutters, still not convinced. It's one thing when a demon rides some poor human, but it's a million times worse when it's a kid. "I'm gonna call the hospital for an update," he declares.
"Sam, come on," Dean states. "Let it go man, there's nothing more we could have done."
"She's 8 years old, Dean," Sam reminds him, his tone a little more irritated.
"Yeah, and we saved her," Dean replies. "We've already done more than most would."
"How can you be so heartless?!"
And with that, Sam storms out. He had always been the more emotional brother of the two, but still Dean continues to try and help him walk away from situations out of their control. Not that Sam often takes much notice.
"Dean-" Cas begins.
"Cas, no offence," Dean interrupts, still cradling his beer. "I've had a rough day and honestly, all i want right now is a drink and some good old-fashioned sex."
"Well, I can get you the beer!" Cas jokingly replies.
"What? No sex?" Dean teases. "You're no fun!"
"Yeah sorry, babe," Cas replies, trying his best not to laugh through their teasing. "Not tonight, i'm too tired."
But Dean gets a little more intense, enjoying the banter he can have with his favourite angel. He puts his beer down on the table, and heads over towards Cas.
As Dean gets closer, Cas feels his cheeks get warmer and warmer. He can feel his pulse rate triple, his breathing becoming more shallow, but still the hunter gets closer.
"I'm sure I can find a way to keep you up," Dean teases, with a smile, stood just inches away.
Castiel freezes up. His heart almost beating out of his chest, his mind asking a billion questions all at once.
Is he serious? Did Sam tell him about the gay porn I was watching the other day? Oh my god, does he really want to have sex with me? How long has Dean been thinking about this? He's so close, i could easily kiss him right now…
"I'm kidding, Cas," Dean reassures him with a smile, seeing how silent and suddenly flushed the angel has got.
Cas forces out half a smile and a little sigh of relief in response. Dean taps his friend on the shoulder, those gorgeous eyes still staring right into Castiel's soul.
"Thanks for making me smile, Cas, I really needed a laugh after the last couple of days."
But Castiel's mind is still reeling. Dean still hasn't stepped away, his hand is still on the angel's shoulder. Surely he knows what he is doing?
And maybe it was a brief moment of humanity shining through, or maybe he'd just had too many beers, but Castiel decided to go for it.
"The fun doesn't have to end here, Dean," he smirked, with suggestive eyes.
"What?" Dean replies, laughing a little. "The jokes over, Cas, let's just finish our beers."
"C'mon, Dean," Cas rests his own hand on Dean's arm, as he looks deep into his eyes.
"Stop it," Dean stutters, feeling caught up in the moment, he instantly becomes a nervous wreck himself. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Don't you like it?" Cas replies, taking a brief glance downwards. "Cause, it kinda looks like you do."
"Cas…"
Dean doesn't really know what to say. Surely Cas can't recognise Dean's feelings - he hasn't been able to up until now. And he knows Dean isn't gay, right? He must have seen him with so many women. Maybe Cas can see all the un-sanitary thoughts that flash through Dean's mind. Dean's always shunned them away, but right now, actually in the moment, every inch of his body is telling him to grab Cas and finally taste those sweet, angelic lips.
"Now your face is heating up," Cas points out, with a smirk. "Is it something I said?"
Castiel's confidence only grows once he realises that Dean isn't backing away. The hunter wants this as much as he does, neither of them wanting to make the first move until now. The angel takes a step closer to Dean, their torso's not even a millimetre apart, practically pressing up against one another's.
"Heh, you're so close," Dean mumbled, "it's like we're about to kiss…"
Cas leans in, as Dean's eyebrows raise a little. He is shocked - but so damn turned on right now. Castiel traces his hand up Dean's back, and snakes it around his neck. Their lips are barely a second away from locking, Dean can feel the angel's breath against his face.
But then Cas pulls himself away again, causing the hunter to sigh a little. All that anticipation, and for what?
Cas presses himself hard against Dean, as he whispers in his ear.
"Oh, we are going to do so much more than just kiss."