Cas was slightly worried.
Dean was drinking pretty heavily, and Cas couldn't tell whether it was sociable, or if the thought that had clouded Dean's face a few hours back, was to blame.
Now, Dean was all but slumped at the bar, a whiskey straight up in front of him.
His eyes were glazed, his cheeks rosy.
Deciding he had to step in, Cas made his way over.
"Dean..." he started, but the bright, sozzled smile he received threw his mind back to that damned dream.
"Yeah? What's on your mind, Honeybee?" Dean mumbled, causing Cas' blood to rush to his cheeks. Dean had only given him a generic nickname, never anything this cute and sweet...
Was this the liquor talking, or his heart?
Cas opted to dismiss these thoughts until he was alone. They still needed to get home safely.

He tried again.
"Dean, you're plastered. Hand me the keys. I'll drive us home."
Dean started to pout and grabbed onto his keys like they were made of gold.
"Nuh-uh. My Baby... you're not driving her..." he stubbornly groused.
Cas repressed the urge to roll his eyes. It was just like handeling a drunk Gabriel.
So, he stonefaced, and dropped all emotions behind a wall.
"Fine by me. But neither are you. So, shall we camp out behind the stage then?" he offered.

Samandriël caught that and he bit his lip, big, blue eyes worried.
"Castiël, you are like my big brother, but you know I can't let you do that." he interjected.
Cas smiled at him. It wasn't his fault he rolled into this conversation without knowing exactly what was going on.
"I know, Samandriël. Don't worry. It's just to press my point home, Dean is not allowed to drive." he explained to his co-worker.
Dean clutched his keys tighter and his eyes hardened as he glared at Samandriël.
"Yeah... butt out, Salmon... Simmin... Alfie. My Cas is bein' str'ckt to me..." he all but growled, and it sent inapropriate shivers through Cas.
That sounded positively posessive. My Cas. But he couldn't assume it meant something. If he did, and Dean didn't mean anything, it would hurt too much.

Samandriël smiled, but expressed his worry that Cas' heart might get hurt.
It was sweet. Cas knew the kid had a big heart too and he was more astute than he might know.
But there was nothing between Dean and him... to his grief.
Keeping up his mask of concerned friend, Cas explained to Samandriël that he just needed to get Dean home.
Somehow, miraculously, Dean suddenly gave in. He slid Cas the keys with a big sigh.
"Here, Cas. You get us home. But not a scr'tch, you gomme?"
That was more like Dean. Make sure Baby was safe...
Making a big show of carefully taking the keys, Cas started planning ahead.
How to get Dean in his jacket, how to get him in the car, a route home where, if and when Dean would be sick, they could pull over any time to assure he didn't vomit in the car...
He plastered a smile on and sweetly said, like talking to a toddler who finally gives up the pair of scissors: "Thank you, Dean. I will take excellent care of your Baby. Come on, let us go home."

He got Dean to worm his arms in his leather jacket, and even to sit shotgun in his own car.
After a bit, he noticed Dean staring at his hands on the steeringwheel.
Half expecting a reprimand that Baby should be treated in such and such way, he shot a longer glance at Dean's face.
Dean didn't react.
He stared at Cas' hands and licked his lips, not noticing Cas' glance.
His cheeks were a bit flushed and he was biting his lip.
Soft moans escaped him, involuntary it seemed.
Worried he would have to stop and let Dean empty his stomach, Cas glanced over again.

"Dean, are you ok? Do you feel sick?" he asked urgently.
Dean's head snapped up, finally looking at Cas' face.
His head sagged sideways a bit, but he managed a sentence.
"Whu? No. 'M fine. Bit woozy, but I c'n hold m' lickr just fine."
That had yet to be proven. If Cas could get him home without ruining Baby's upholstery, he would concede to that.
Another low moan escaped Dean, and Cas had to remember they weren't sexual.
Cas commented on the moans, and Dean ducked his head, mumbling about a wandering mind.
'REALLY... Where would that have wandered to then?' Cas wondered to himself, willing his mind to wholesome answers.

Several times after the first, Cas caught Dean staring, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly.
To make things worse, he was letting out quiet little moans, that slithered down Cas' spine and burried themselves in his gut.
Just as soon as Dean noticed he was staring, his mouth would shut with a snap, and he would quickly gaze out the window for a bit.
Inevitably, his eyes would stray back and he would zone out again.
Cas gulped around a bonedry throat.
It was so sexy. It shouldn't be, but it was.

He parked Baby neatly in her spot, then manhandled a drunken Dean out of the car.
For his own sake, Cas ignored the fact that Dean was delicioulsly pressed against him.
All the 'what-if's and 'could-have-been's got shoved to the back of his mind.
First things first, Dean needed to get in the house safely. Preferably to his bed.
He'd done this a zillion times with Gabriel, so he got them inside safe and sound, and out of his shoes and jacket.
The fond "Hey, Cas?" wasn't unexpected either. Gabriel always started waxing poetic about how great a brother he was, and, depending on Gabriel's mood, it would be how a manipulative troll like him didn't deserve a brother as great as Castiël, or how AWESOME a big brother Gabriel himself was.
So, awaiting a sign as to what mood Dean was in, Cas' neutral answer was slightly exasperated.
"Yes Dean, what is it?"

Dean was swaying a bit and he was trying, and subsequently failing, to put one hand in the pocket of his tight fitting jeans. It was adorable!
"You're awesome..." Dean said, eyes sparkling.
He leant over dangerously, so Cas grabbed his shoulders and steadied him.
Warmth filled Cas at the offhand remark.
"Thank you, Dean. That's nice to hear." he replied with a smile.
Dean was getting heavier against his hands, leaning in closer.
Dean let his head flop to the side, green eyes studying him.

Caught in those forrest green eyes with the sunshine flecks, Cas heard Dean breathe his name.
He couldn't quite find words, so he just hummed in question.
Dean's hand slid up Cas' neck, and Cas forgot how to breathe. He was so close now. Cas could just lean over and...
Dean's lips parted with a soft click, drawing Cas' eyes to them.
Dean pulled closer still, and his next words were barely a whisper.
"C'n I keep you?"

Before Cas could think of anything to answer, Dean pressed his mouth on Cas'.
Surprise jolted through Cas, his heart jackrabbiting.
But oh... oh it was so good!
Cas relaxed and a soft moan escaped him while Dean deepened the kiss.
This was all Cas could ever want.
Dean's lips were warm, soft and a bit chapped. And it was Heaven.
Cas returned the kiss, pressing back to try and taste more.
All he could taste now was whiskey, and he wanted to taste Dean!
Dean, who had been drinking excessively... who didn't know what he was doing. Who might not even want this if he was sober... DAMNIT! DAMN, DAMN, DOUBLE DAMN!