A/N: Don't kill me for the ending... But, as always, reviews are appreciated.

Dean collapsed on his bed. For once Chuck wasn't in his room, so there wasn't a persistent typing sound driving him nuts. He laid there in blissful silence, hoping to just pass out, and forget about everything that's been plaguing his mind. Did he like Cas? Sure. He was a cool guy, and pretty interesting once you got to know him... But did he like Cas? Hard to answer that. Sure, he kinda made out with him, jerked him off a bit, and was minutes away from sucking his fucking dick, but that didn't mean anything, did it?

Dean Winchester just didn't do stuff like that. He wasn't romantic. He wasn't bromantic. He always waited for the girls to throw themselves at him. He rarely had to work for anything. But what was it about Cas that got him so worked up? Why did he let himself give in like that?

Dean didn't see Cas again until dinner time. Cas was walking out of the showers, looking more human than he had earlier. Dean wasn't really sure what to say to Cas, but something had to be said.

He approached him awkwardly. "Hey, Cas. How you feeling?"

"Fine."

Cas was avoiding making eye contact. Dean wasn't too pleased. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Dean. Don't worry about it."

Dean stared at the ground for a bit, as the awkward silence seemed to become unbearable.

"Cas, we need to talk about last night."

He watched as Cas shifted uneasily. "...Don't worry about it."

"Please, Cas?" No response. "Look, I'm sorry for getting you drunk."

"Dean, I don't want to talk about this here."

"Can we go to your room, then?"

Cas hesitated, looking everywhere but at Dean. "I was going to head to dinner, I haven't eaten all day."

"If we talk, I'll buy you a pizza or something."

Cas pondered it for a moment. "Tempting."

"You can even pick the restaurant."

"Fine. Deal. Let's go."

They walked to Cas' room in silence... The awkwardness had lifted a bit for now, but Dean was hesitant about the conversation to come.

Dean walked into Cas' room, Cas closing the door behind them. He walked to his bed, and plopped down, sighing a bit. "Alright. What did you need to talk about?"

Dean stood by the bed awkwardly, trying to figure out the best way to go about the conversation. "What do you remember from last night?"

"Before the booze? Or after you brought me back here and pretty much had your way with me?"

Dean's eyes widened a bit, and he went silent for a bit. "So you remember now."

"It all came back to me when I was in the shower."

Dean hesitated. "And you're not mad?"

"Uh... No? Do you have any idea how long I've been expecting that to happen?"

"Wait, what?" ...What? Did Dean hear him correctly?

"Dean... You've been crushing on me since you moved in here."

"What? No way." Dean Winchester doesn't crush.

"It's okay to admit it. I'm not judging you."

"No, dude. No." Dean just shook his head.

Cas rolled his eyes. "You were pretty into me last night. And, need I remind you, you weren't even drinking."

"You were drunk. You might not be remembering it right."

"Dean, you did most of the work yourself." Cas let out a mix between a laugh and a scoff.

"You're the one that started it."

A sly grin grew on Cas' face. "Yeah, I did. And you totally wanted it. You just didn't have the balls to do it, so I did. I'm just sorry it took Tequila to get it out of me."

"Actually, that wasn't the first time you, uh... acted out. You were pretty clingy to me when you were doped up on Nyquil."

"Is that why you kept calling me 'Mr. Cuddles'?"

Dean laughed, "Yeah. I just ignored it, and pretended it didn't happen. That it was a coincidence, or something."

"Dean... Come on."

"No way, man."

"Just admit it. Say you like me. Say you want me."

"There's nothing to admit."

"So, that little incident where you peed on my door to keep all the other boys away? Or when you stole the cushion just so I'd hunt you down? Or when you popped a boner from me sitting on you in the lounge? Or the boner when I had you pinned to the floor? Or when you were jacking off in the shower, despite me standing there talking to you? That was all nothing?"

"I can't control Little Dean! He has a mind of his own."

"Dean fucking Winchester skipped a party to come see me in a musical."

"I didn't know it was a musical!"

Cas sighed loudly. "If you're gonna keep your head in your ass, then I think we're done here. You owe me some pizza."

Dean looked at the door, then back to Cas, then back to the door, pondering what to do next. "What kind of pizza did you want?"

Cas grabbed a pillow and threw it at Dean. "You're hopeless, Dean."

"Cas... Pizza?"

He glared over at Dean. Dean simply smiled, waiting for an answer.

"Pizza Hut. Pepperoni. With pineapple. And sausage," Cas finally offered with a sigh.

"Gross, dude."

"Shut up. It's my pizza."

"Do you want it delivered, or do you want me to pick it up."

Cas shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. You're paying."

"Delivery it is."

Dean opened the door to leave. "You realize that you're not waiting in my room, right?"

Dean faltered at the door, looking back at Cas. "What? Why?"

"Because you're an ass. Bring me my pizza when it gets here. Until then, don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Well, in that case, I think I'll go pick it up."

"Fine with me."

Dean stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever, looking back at Cas, a frown on his face. "Look, Cas-"

"I'm hungry, Dean."

Dean kept his gaze fixed on Cas for another minute, and then walked out the door.

Cas was starting to get a little irritated. It's been two hours, and Dean hadn't been back with his pizza yet. He kinda wished he had Dean's cell number so he could see what the deal was. Maybe he got lost, or distracted, or something.

He was really tempted to go to Dean's room and check, but he doubted Dean was there and didn't really want to bother Chuck... But at the same time, it wouldn't really hurt... So, he headed to their room anyway, and knocked. No answer. So he knocked again.

This was odd. Chuck was never gone. Maybe something was wrong. He knocked again. Still no answer.

It was weird that the door wasn't locked. Maybe it meant someone was there. He opened the door and looked inside. No Chuck. No Dean. No lights. Chuck's laptop was even turned off. Wow. Okay, so Cas had no idea why it was taking Dean so damned long, and he was getting tired of waiting. Dean obviously wasn't back yet, or else there'd be some sign of life in the room. Sighing, he closed the door, locked it, and headed back to his room.

He decided to lay on his bed, and go over the night before in his head (what parts he could remember), ignoring his rumbling stomach. He could watch TV, but that hardly was a distraction, especially when every other commercial was about food. No, he didn't want an Angus burger. Or curly fries. He wanted his damned pizza.

He realized that Dean was rather pushy with him last night... And, despite being drunk, Cas willingly let him take control and explore. He's never really done that with another guy... Well, with anyone really, but it was pretty amazing feeling. Dean had the lips of an angel, or something. And not to mention his tongue. And Dean was completely sober. He must have really wanted to do that for a while, because there was desperation and passion to it. Dean knew exactly what he was doing, and he was pretty sure Dean knew exactly what he wanted.

Cas was just about to give up hope for the pizza when he heard a knock at his door.

"Finally!" He crawled off his bed, and headed to the door. "I thought you were dead or something." He flung the door open. "I'm starving."

Dean stood there, pizza in hand, an odd smirk on his face. "Yeah, sorry. Traffic was crazy."

Cas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Even if you walked there, there's no possible way it would have taken you two hours."

Dean just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. Here's your pizza. You're welcome."

And with that, Dean walked away. He had a strange glint in his eye, but Cas didn't really think twice about it. He knew Dean was up to something, but he didn't have time to ponder it as his stomach demanded his attention; the smell of the pizza calling his name.

He set the pizza box on his desk, and got comfortable in his desk chair, preparing himself to dig in. When he opened the box, he noticed the pizza was cold. Of course. But then he looked at the lid and noticed a message written on it: "Sometimes actions speak louder than words. Think about that. - D"

"Why does he have to be so fucking difficult?" he said out loud to no one in particular. He shrugged to himself, and began eating the pizza. Sure, it was cold, but at this point, it was heavenly ambrosia.

Half the pizza gone, Cas heard another knock at his door. "This better be important, dammit."

He stomped over to the door, and flung it up. He wasn't quite expecting what was waiting for him when the door opened, though.

It was Dean. Grinning. Shirtless. Pantsless. Holding a teddy bear - No, a Sweeney Todd teddy bear - in front of his crotch. It had a little note attached to it, reading: "For my Cas, since you love to cuddle so much. - D"