It starts at a sleepover, as so many childhood firsts do. They're just kids, too young for their parents to worry about mixed sleepovers, which is how Castiel finds himself in Iris' room on a Saturday night.
They watch the video they rented especially for the night, gobbling popcorn all the while, and pretending they don't find monster movies scary. Isabelle made them swear that they could handle it back at the shop, and they believe they were telling the truth then, who knew a killer bigfoot would be so frightening?
It's a battle of endurance, both Iris and Castiel holding out, pretending they can handle the guts and gore. It's Iris who caves first, taking the remote and shutting the film off. She's not any more chicken than him, just big enough to admit defeat. Castiel may tease, but he a breathes a sigh of relief all the same.
For the rest of the night they settle down, playing board games, video games, and watching television. The night moves along without incident. It's not until they're lying awake, in their separated bunk beds, that the night becomes memorable.
"Hey," Castiel begins, staring at the ceiling above him, "Have you had your first kiss yet?"
"No," Iris replies. She hasn't really thought much about it, have her peers had theirs yet? Is it weird that she hasn't? "Have you?"
Castiel shakes his head, not that she sees. "Hardly." Who would he even have kissed?
Iris hums in agreement. "When I have my first kiss, I want it to be with someone special."
Castiel grabs hold of the railing and cranes his head down into the bunk below. "Like who?"
Iris sits up, careful not to bump her head on the bed above her. "I don't know," she shrugs, "someone I trust."
Castiel lifts his head back up and lies back down in bed. He's still, letting his thoughts stew before he speaks. "If neither of us has had our first kiss, I guess we could.." he stops there, his embarrassment catching up with him.
"What?" Iris says, sticking her head out from beneath the bed and looking up at him.
Castiel goes redder than Iris' hair. "Nothing. Never mind." He's whispering, suddenly very conscious that he's a guest in someone else's home and could easily be overheard. Suddenly Iris seems to be at the base of the bed's ladder and Castiel pulls the duvet over his head.
"I wouldn't mind," Iris says, hands gripping the top of the ladder and her face now at the same level as his.
"What?" Castiel heard perfectly well, he simply can't believe she's saying it.
Iris giggles, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth to stifle the sound. "Close your eyes and shut up."
Castiel does as she says and suddenly feels a warmth on his lips that quickly pulls away. He opens his eyes and sees Iris looking nervously at him. "Um, was that alright?" he asks.
"Um, yeah. I think so," She has nothing to compare it against. "Did you think that was, um, alright?"
"Yeah." Castiel supposes.
"Good." Iris beams a smile before scurrying back down the ladder and into bed.
Castiel presses his fingers to his lips, still feeling some heat there and just as much heat in his cheeks. "Good night."
