A/N: I know, it's been forever. But I never forgot! I just either couldn't think of anything or I was busy. I would promise to do better but I swear, every time I do that, it actually takes longer so I'm not gonna promise anything anymore :D I know this is short but I thought this was a good part to cut it off for now. Enjoy!
Castiel would count the meal as a success. Everyone had the food, praising both of them even though Castiel kept saying that it had been all Dean's work. There was another couple, a pastry chef named Gabriel and his girlfriend Kali, staying at the house who had joined them. Gabriel had baked an apple pie, instantly endearing him to Dean. After everyone was finished eating Chuck got up and brought back a bottle of scotch. He poured everyone a glass and, after another hour of good conversation, they were all a little drunk. As Chuck poured another glass for Becky, he leaned down, surprising her with a kiss. When he stood up again, Becky just stared at him, an adoring look on her face.
Gabriel chuckled and asked, his words a little slurred, "'S that all it takes to be married for longer than a year? Well then-" He turned to Kali and kissed her passionately. Castiel squirmed a little in his seat, not knowing where to look. He settled on Dean's profile and immediately knew it was a bad choice. Dean's cheeks were tinted pink from the alcohol and he was grinning ear to ear. Castiel looked down at his plate, not wanting to get caught, right as Gabriel and Kali finally broke apart. Everyone chuckled a bit, the alcohol in their systems removing most of the embarrassment that would probably have been there under normal circumstances.
Just as Castiel was taking another sip of his scotch, Becky looked at them and said, "Well?"
Dean looked confused and just said, "What?"
"Aren't you gonna kiss him?"
Castiel had a difficult time not spitting out his drink. While he recovered, Dean just started talking, saying, "Oh, we're not…That's…" But before he could get much more out, Becky just glared at him, shutting Dean up. "C'mon. It's obvious you two are in love," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Chuck kissed me," Becky added, "And Gabe definitely kissed Kali." Her eyes were bright and her smile was huge. Apparently, her idea was contagious since Gabriel spoke up quickly, "Besides, you're among friends!"
Dean looked over at Castiel, catching his eye immediately. Castiel tried to speak, to tell him… Well, to tell him what he wasn't actually sure. Before he could think of anything though, Dean grabbed his cheeks and pulled Castiel close. Their lips touched and Castiel froze for a minute. Every part of him screaming What about Balthazar? but as Dean's tongue traced his bottom lip, Castiel forgot everything else and allowed Dean to deepen the kiss. After a few seconds or minutes or years, Castiel didn't know, someone coughed quietly and the two men broke apart quickly, both of their faces turning a bright shade of red. Gabriel laughed and said, "Now that's what I call a kiss!"
After that, everything went back to normal, or just about. Dean and Castiel avoided each other's gaze but both participated in the conversation happening at the moment. Castiel wasn't entirely sure what they were talking about anymore but he was pretty sure all of his responses were appropriate. His mind was racing.
Soon, they were all too drowsy for good conversation and everyone slowly made their way to their rooms. Castiel offered to help Becky with the dishes but she brushed him off, saying something about him cooking. In their room, Dean and Castiel quickly changed into their pajama and Castiel climbed into the bed. Dean had already grabbed one of the pillows and had made his way to the shower, intending to honor their deal from earlier. Just as Castiel was reaching for the string to turn the bedside lamp off, Dean turned around and fixed him with the biggest puppy eyes Castiel had ever seen and said, "Take pity on me. Can't we just share the bed?"
Castiel knew he shouldn't but damn, those eyes. Still, he asked, gesturing to the shower, "What's wrong with it?"
"It's damp," Dean said frowning. He looked twice as pathetic, and, as a result, twice as adorable. Adorable? Castiel thought. Where did that come from?
"Fine," Castiel finally said. He scooted over to one side and Dean was on the other in record time. "One snore and you're back in the shower," he said as Dean got comfortable. All he got as a reply was a "Yeah, yeah."
Dean shut off the light and they both fidgeted a bit before becoming very still. There were only a few inches of space between their arms. Castiel turned his head so he could see the window and the sky beyond that but it still wasn't enough. He could feel the tension in the room. Slowly he turned his head back so he was staring at the ceiling again. After a few moments, Castiel found that his head had fallen a little towards Dean. He looked towards the other man and found him staring. Their eyes locked for a few moments before they both snapped out of it and turned on their sides, facing away from each other. Castiel wasn't tired anymore. It was going to be a long night.