A.N. Due to the FFN rules on NSFW writing, I had to edit this chapter and the next together. On Ao3 the fic is in original state.
Cursing his weak resolve, Cas started pulling back.
With a soft whine, Dean held on tighter.
Cas' heart nearly broke, but he had to! Dean would thank him once he was sobered up.
"Damnit, Dean... you're drunk. I can't do this." Cas growled low, trying to pry Dean's hands from his neck.
That made Dean hold on tighter, positively vice like.
"No! Cas... I want this... really I do." he blurted out.
Cas doubted that, because, why would he? Why would Dean want to kiss him? He never...
"I do, Cas... honest. I drank so much b'cs... 'Cause I wanted this so bad. But I can't have it." Dean dropped his gaze, and his voice trailed off.
Hope blossomed in Cas' chest, warm and bright.
Could it be they had been dancing around eachother all this time?
He took Dean by the chin and lifted his head up until he could look into those green eyes and see the truth there.
"Is this true? You want to kiss me?" he asked harshly.
He knew he was being demanding, but damnit! He needed to know.
Dean flushed and silently nodded his head.
Cas groaned loudly and felt his restraint splinter into a million fractals.
He dove back in and kissed Dean like no tomorrow, letting his tongue slide over that maddening luscious bottom lip.
With a silent gasp, Dean let him in, giving Cas instant access to Heaven again.
Under the prominent whiskey taste, Cas could taste something wholly boner enducing. Something pure Dean.
It slid down his throat to his stomach, and lower...
They needed a better spot to be doing this!
Slowly, he manouvred them towards the sofa.
Before they went any further than these hot, hot kisses, Cas wanted to know if this was all true.
He pulled back, panting.
"Dean..." he tried to start the conversation, but Dean looked up at him, eyes hooded, lips swollen and kiss slick, and Cas lost all train of thought.
"Yeah, H'neybee?" Dean answered, voice rougher than ever, pure aural sex.
He used that new nickname, and to hear it now, whilst they were making out like this, Cas felt a posessive urge take over.
He pressed Dean downward on the couch, while pressing their mouths together.
It shouldn't be so hot, the way Dean easily complied, but it was.
Stradling Dean's hips, Cas was suddenly reminded of that dream... the one where they had made out on the sofa.
Determined to make the dream reality, Cas licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on the way Dean lay there, spread out for him to explore.
"Last time this happened, I was dreaming, because when I woke up, I was in my bed... alone. Now I'm most definitely awake... Dean... take off your shirt." Cas growled.
Cas dropped his head to Dean's hip and exhaled. This could only get more amazing if they could end up...
Dean moved, his eyes half closed and sated.
"Cas... C'mere... wanna hold you..." he slurred.
Oh heck yeah! That was exactly what Cas wanted too.
He chuckled low and crawled up to rest his head on Dean's chest, arm around his midriff.
Dean hummed sleepily and snuggled down, arms wrapping Cas in a warm embrace.
"Yeah... That's it. Love you, Cas..." he murmured, obviously slipping off to sleep.
Cas gasped. He... he what? So easy?
Cas pressed a kiss to the skin under his cheeks. Warmth blossomed around his heart, and he knew right then and there, that Dean was it for him.
"Love you too, Dean. So, so much..." he whispered back, happily allowing sleep to take him too.