Written for the prompt; "It was always you"
Lysander finds Castiel in the alleyway behind the nightclub, a pile of cigarette butts at his feet and another cigarette in his hand. The ground is wet from the day's rain and the smell from the industrial sized bins linger in the air. It's not the sort of place anyone hangs around in for the fun of it.
Lysander approaches him slowly, preparing what he'll say. Instead of badgering him about whatever went on inside, he settles for simply checking in on him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Castiel doesn't look up to meet Lysander's gaze, he keeps his eyes fixed firmly on the ground and flicks the ashes of his cigarette into a puddle, disrupting his reflection.
"You seemed upset when you left the bar." Lysander doesn't elaborate further. He doesn't see the need to mention that Castiel looked sadder that he's seen him in ages. He hasn't looked that heartbroken since Deborah walked back into their lives and flipped the world on its head.
Castiel takes a drag and exhales."I was just sick of the place."
A likely story, who'd pass up two for one shots with good friends in favour of a dark and dingy alley?
Lysander shuffles awkwardly on his feet. Dancing around the issue, so to speak."I got the feeling you were uncomfortable around me and Lynn." Yes they've been close tonight, he'd bought her drinks and they'd danced, but that's just because he's been having fun and the alcohol has loosened him up.
Castiel doesn't respond but clenches his jaw.
"I'm not interested in her if that's your concern. Really. Lovely as she is, she's not my type." Lysander sets it out plainly. It's difficult to discuss, but he can't allow there to be any doubt or bad blood between friends. "If you have feelings for her, I'd never stand in your way."
"Christ."
"Shall we go back inside? We'll tell Lynn you-"
"I don't have feelings for Lynn." Castiel's voice comes out louder than expected as he interrupts. "It's you," he says, softer now. He looks away and then, finding his courage, looks back to face Lysander. "It's always been you."
Lysander stares silently, his lips ever so slightly apart. Castiel waits, but Lysander says nothing, and seizing the moment, he leans in to kiss Lysander lightly on the cheek. When Lysander turns his head in and reciprocates, Castiel goes for the lips.
