Sitting on the sofa, mind marinating in Johnny Walker Blue, Cas let his eyes take in Dean.
The man was relaxed, probably pretty buzzed too, and he looked good enough to eat.
His cheeks sported rosy blushes, accentuating his freckles and the green of his eyes.
Cas bit his bottom lip, as Dean licked his. He so, so wanted to crawl over and kiss Dean. Just see if he tasted as good as he looked and smelled.
Dean was quiet too.
They had swapped stories for a bit, slowly regressing to sillier and sillier ones.

Dean cocked his head slightly, like a curious squirrel.
"You like your coats long, huh?" he stated, sipping his drink.
Cas pouted at that. It seemed Dean didn't mind his sillyness, or his stubborn clinging to his black coat. Still he felt he should explain.
"Yes. Shorter coats make me look ridiculously tall. These don't."
Dean pouted adorably and slumped down in a huff.

"So, I look ridiculous in my coat?" he asked in a hurt tone.
Heart stopping, Cas scooted over to him.
"No! Nonono. You're much more muscular, less skin and bones than I. You look great in that jacket!" he rushed to console Dean.
That enticing blush reappeared and Cas wanted to kiss Dean so badly...
Only the fact that Dean was talking, stopped him. He really should pay attention.
"...not skin and bones. No. You're lanky. Your muscles don't show until you use them. I bet you're much stronger than you look."
There was an idea... he should show Dean... prove his theory... Yeah.
Cas smiled brightly at Dean.

"You think so?" he asked softly, as his eyes took in the man top to bottom. He could lift him, he was sure of it.
Dean swallowed hard and nodded.
He looked like a deer, trapped in headlights.
Cas giggled, elated by his own daring.
"Ok then, Dean. I'll try something." he said and got to his feet, which somehow seemed to be on ice, but he managed to stay upright.
"Here we go. Hang on, Dean!" he said, shoving his arms under the taller man.

Dean tensed and Cas could hear the hitch in his breath.
"Whoa! Whadd're y'doin'?" Dean slurred, a bit breathless.
Cas took in the flushed cheeks, the big, green eyes and the plush lips that were parted in shock.
Yeah, he could do this, he would do this. Cas was going to carry Dean to his room, so he could sleep off the booze. Dean looked pretty buzzed.
He tensed his muscles and lifted Dean, bridal style.
Admitted, Dean was slightly heavier than Cas had expected, but he managed.
Dean's arms flew around his neck and Cas loved the feeling.

He let his brow rest against Dean's. His head was sort of heavy...
Cas hummed. Oh right, Dean asked a question. It would be impolite to not answer.
"Lifting you up." Cas mumbled, taking care to not speak too loud.
"I see that... why?" Dean asked, voice so low Cas had to strain to hear.
"To see if I can. To see if you're right... are you right?"
Dean licked his lips, making Cas' breath hitch.
"'Bout what?"

Biting his lip, Cas thought about his answer. What was he trying to do again? Oh! Right!
"Am I stronger than I look?" he coaxed.
Still flushed, Dean nodded silently.
"I'm gonna put you in bed. You're drunk, and need sleep."
Dean snorted adorably, making Cas want to nuzzle his neck.
"I'm drunk? You're one to talk!"

Now that was just rude. Cas could hold his liquor!
"Shush. I once found a liquor store..." he scolded Dean, who didn't look impressed. He should be! That had been the most drunk Cas had ever been, and if Gabriel hadn't hogged the sweet mix stuff, he would have been even drunkerder... or something...
Dean smirked, not in the least bit awed.
"And?" he prompted, making Cas realise he hadn't told the whole story. Which was pretty long, come to think of it... he would edit.
"And I drank it!" he proclaimed proudly. Yes, that would do.

Dean put their heads together again, which was very nice, but he was shaking, no, he was laughing! That was insulting... Determined Cas tightened his grip slightly.
"I can so put you in bed, Dean Winchester..." he stated, and lifted one foot.
His other started to slip, so he put the first back down, but that lost grip too, and suddenly...
He ended up lying on top of Dean, his nose to Dean's, his eyes locked onto those veridian ones.
"Fuck, Cas. Your eyes are really fucking blue..." Dean breathed, his breath warm on Cas' lips.
Cas licked them, trying to taste Dean, but is was just warm air.
"Yours are so beautifully green... like a forrest. With sunshine flecks..." Crap... did he really just say that?
Dean just hummed, the vibrations zinging through Cas.
Cas tilted his head and finally gave in to what he had wanted since Dean came back it into his life. He pressed his mouth to Dean's.
Dean's lips were wonderfully soft and warm.

When Dean keened, deep in his throat, Cas answered with his own keen, pressing further.
Dean's hands slid around his head, pressing him closer, carding through his hair.
Spots started dancing before Cas' eyes and he reluctantly pulled back.
"Dean..." he started, wanting to ask if this was a wonderful dream, but when Dean answered with a slightly breathless, and sexrough voice, he was done for.
He dove right back and licked his way into that kissable mouth.
Dean tasted like whiskey, and something earthy, musky. Very... Dean.
Dean moaned into his mouth, causing him to echo the sound, before he curled their tongues together.
'If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up!' Cas decided.

Yet, somehow, the kisses got less heated, more sluggish.
Before long, they were merely snuggling on the sofa.
"Cas... I liked that." Dean admitted, sounding sleepy.
Cas felt warm, and safe, and he snuggled down for a nap.
"Me too... I'm sleepy, Dean." he admitted.
Dean's arm wrapped around his shoulder like a safetyblanket.
"Hmhm. So am I. We'll eat later." Dean rumbled low.
What a great plan.
Cas snuggled deeper, reveling in the thought that they would wake up together like this.