I just realized how out of character this chapter is.. I'm so sorry. D:
Also, keep in mind that this is both written and posted my an iPod, so I may have mistakes everyonce and a while.
Besides that, Allons-y~!
Dean slammed the door to the restroom, tugging along a stumbling angel behind him.
"What are you trying to do! Revenge? What is it, Cass?" Dean spat, him being a hot-head didn't help when he got angry.
"I'm sorry, I didn't reali-" Castiel was cut off by Dean pouring tap water on the angel. Making his white dress shirt cling to his skin, and his trench coat seem to look darker.
Dean panted, his anger slowly going away.
Woosh. Water came down over Dean's head, the water dripping all over him, his hair stuck flatly downwards, his shirt clinging to him, and it slowly trickled down his backside.
Out of no where, Dean slammed Cass to the bathroom wall. He pushed himself into the angel's form, stabling the man to the wall.
Cass grunted, but didn't protest. He deserved this, he thought.
The hunter's face shown anger, but inside he was just humoring himself.
"What? You not gonna push back?" Dean smirked, pushing harder into the angel.
Dean was way to close andout of his comfort zone but Castiel's face was too goddamn adorable and he just couldn't take it any longer. He closed the gap between their faces, roughly and sloppy, Cass melted into him.
Cass was very confused about this action, he knew people did this when they like someone, but he never knew how, or even what to do. So he mimicked what Dean was doing. He pushed back with force, his lips parted, '/oh why, whats happening?/' was all that was going through Cass' mind. His eyes widened as Dean's tongue found its way into his own mouth, ' is he trying to suffocate me?!' Cass bit down lightly onto Dean's tongue, his own tongue fondling the others'.
After almost a minute more of their make out session, Dean backed up, breathing heavily. "Damn, Cass." Was all he said before he heard someone clearing their throat behind him.
"What fuck are you two princesses doing in here?" A man in his mid-thirties, ginger haired, and a smelly suit spat.
"Nothing. Since you showed up, jackass." Dean turned around, looking at the man. Castiel's prescience was still there, he had slipped his hand down to Dean's. It tightening when the ginger man spoke.
"Not according to you and your pansy ass boyfriend, I saw you two. I now wish I had some bleach to wash my goddamn eyes out with." The ginger spoke.
Castiel stepped up, tilting his head like he does when he doesn't understand. "Bleach? But that would burn your eyes." He simply put, tightening his grip on Dean's hand.
"Yeah, I want the image of you two almost butt-fucking out of brain, you fuckwad." The stranger spat.
Dean cut in this time, " Don't talk to my friend like that, expectially Cass. You son of a bitch." Anger rose into his face, it dangerously turning bright red.
"Aww, you sticking up for your little boyfriend?" The man cooed, sickeningly sweet.
"Alright, Assbutt. You get your wish, your bleach awaits you." Cass snaps his fingers, and the room is filled with the ginger man's cries from the pungent bleach, blood running down his face, the sizzling of his eyes slowly melting down his face. Cass muffles that man, so his screams aren't heard from the outside.
Dean just stares at the ginger man, since he had fallen and was holding his face, thinking the pain would go away if he did.
"Th-that.." dean started, sounding a bit nervous at first, "That was awesome, Cass!" He bursted with joy, throwing his arms around Cass in a tight squeeze. " but seriously, where do we put the body?"
Cass smiled rawly, and put his arms around Dean. "I'm sorry you had to see that. It's what he asked for ,isn't it?" He whispered. Then added, "I got that covered.." Slowly unwrapping himself from Dean and bending down to touch the man's forehead.
Poof. The man is gone.
Dean smiled as he pulled Cass into another hug and kissed his temple. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize this sooner. "
Cass tilted his head, confused. "You didn't realize what?"
"How much you care for me. I mean, you just bleached out a guy's eyes out because he didn't like seeing us.. Oh shit, Cass!" Dean's chest fluttered, realizing he had actually /kissed/ Castiel. "Cass, man, I really, I mean this," He squeezed Cass, "I love you."
Castiel smiled, a true smile. A smile no one else will ever see. "I love you too, Dean. "