Dean hazily opened his eyes glanced at the clock, it was 5:30 despite the time Dean was fully wake. Fully awake with a fully formed headache. Dean suddenly felt his stomach wretch he ran passed a snoring Sam and went into the bathroom where he threw up, more then once. Dean pulled his head from the toilet and looked in the mirror after splashing his face with water, he said to himself

"That was no freaking dream"

After a long cold shower he realised the gravity of the situation. He came on to and kissed Castiel last night, and what's more Cas kissed him back. He was wasted, but Cas wasn't. Dean stared at himself in the mirror going over everything and it was some time before he was able to leave the bathroom. Dean concluded that if Cas doesn't mention it and even if he did. Dean's story is- 'he doesn't remember a dam thing.'

Dean opened the door to find Cas standing in the door frame. There eyes met for an awkward moment

"Dean, we need to talk"

Cas' eyes looked Dean up and down who was without his shirt after his shower, which revealed his firm body. Cas liked what he saw but didn't say or do anything that might have given it away. Dean laughed slightly and walked past him.

"No, no we don't"

Dean got to his bed and turned to face Cas but his eyes were drawn to Sam's empty bed

"Sammy? Where is he?"

"Sam is interviewing your eye witness, I told him it was best him go alone after last night"

"Last night?"

Dean asked worried it was going to come up or that Sam knew, Dean tried his best to pretend he was naive about the events of last night, but his fidgeting and the wavering in his voice made it obvious he new exactly what happened.

"Yes Dean after the amount of alcohol you consumed last night, it was obvious you would be in no fit state to work today"

'The son of a bitch' Dean thought Cas is pretending nothing happened either! Dean was quite angry about this, despite him planning to do the same thing 'if that's the way you want to play it' Dean continued to think. Dean put on a smile and said

"Yeah, thanks Cas"

Cas nodded at him out of politeness.

"So what the hell am I going to do all day then?"

"Anything you want, I suggest research. I'm going to help Sam."

Cas readied himself to left

"Don't please"

Cas instantly stopped and looked at Dean slightly confused

"Why?"

Dean went red, he couldn't say that they needed to talk about last night because neither of them seemed happy to talk about it, and he can't just go and kiss him like he desperately wanted, without bringing up last night, wait thought 'what did Cas came to talk about?'

"Cas what did you come here to talk about? Let me guess, you missed me and wanted to see me?"

Dean joked and instantly wished he hadn't. There was a slight pause, where Cas looks down at the ground and Dean felt completely embarrassed. Until Cas answered him;

"Yes"

Cas slowly looked up at dean and they caught each others gaze instantly. Castiel's piercing blue eyes gave Dean Shivers.

"I wanted to, I wanted to apologise for last night, you were intoxicated and I took advantage I am sorry, it defiantly won't happen again"

Cas spoke awkwardly and I was clear that was not the sentence he wanted to say.

"Hey already forgotten about"

Dean said lying to himself. Dean remembered everything and to be honest wanted more, he wanted to taste Castiel's sweets lips and feel them against his again.

"Good"

Cas said sounding sad and looking at the floor. Dean felt bad that he was suffering for something they both seem to feel. So dean walked up to Cas, and lifted his hand to the angels face and stared loving into his eyes. Cas' face went slightly red and although he seemed embarrassed Castiel's body was now on fire. Dean's thumb wiped away a tear that fell down Cas' left cheek. Dean's hand was now slowly lowering. Suddenly worried Dean was letting go Cas' hand joined Deans as he held it to his face. After another intense session of eye sexing, Dean's head tilted slowly and moved forward, Cas' eyes shut ready for Dean's lips to caress his.

Their first real sober kiss was slow and soft, their lips moving against each others and tongues working together to get both Dean and Cas equally aroused. When their kiss ended they looked at each other and smiled, there was no denying or lying themselves about it. They both finally seemed happy with expressing how they really felt, instead of burying it through Deans almost over the top masculinity or Castiel's blind faith in Dean, saving his live at the expense of his own, never really knowing why until now. Dean and Cas knew there friendship had been officially ruined, as the hunter and the angel knew, they were falling in love.

Castiel and Dean were standing hand in hand looking at each other with beaming smiles on there faces. Both had a million things they wanted to say to the other, but neither could think of a single thing, the silence was comfortable and peaceful.

Cas moved his hand and clasped Dean's face and Dean closed his eyes in order to feel the most he could from this and he leaned into the angel's soft touch. Then pulled Dean towards him and kissed him this time with confidence and passion. Until Cas' phone started ringing, it was Sam.

"Don't answer it"

Dean pleaded with Cas

"He might be in trouble"

"Yeah well, that sounds like Sammy"

Dean sat on the bed and playfully fiddled with Cas' fingers as he answered the phone.

"Hello"

"Cas where the hell are you?"

"Sam, are you trouble?"

"What no"

As Cas heard this he shook his head to Dean to reassure him every thing was fine, Dean happy with this news started stroking up and down Cas' leg with his index finger from the knee up and stopping a few inches from Cas' member, to purposely tease him, Cas smiled at Dean loving it. Sam continued completely oblivious;

"I have been waiting here for hours; I had to do every thing my self"

"I'm sorry Sam I got held up"

Cas spoke this line to dean with a smirk.

"What ever I'm nearly done here anyway, I'll come to you, you at the motel?"

"Yes"

Cas answered and before Sam had time to speak again he hung up the phone, dropped it and pounced on Dean, in which they were grabbing at each other pulling their clothes, kissing licking and biting any bit of naked skin they saw, wanting each other completely.