A/N: Okay, this is a really fun chapter. Loooots of sexual tension in this chapter. I was having fun playing around with it.
And for the record? I actually did download the "Dirty truth or dare" app, and all of the questions in the chapter are questions that actually came up on the app. The all just happened to fit my needs perfectly. :)
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"A toast," Meg shouted, standing on the old couch and raising her beer, "to the world's greatest stage manager!"
Cas rolled his eyes, laughing when Charlie poked him in the side.
"Meg," Garth said, "Parents. Sleeping. Upstairs. Shush."
"Whatever, Garth Fitzgerald IV," Meg snorted. Just like she could never call Cas by his real name, she couldn't leave off just calling Garth by his first name. "But seriously, Clarence, without you, one of us definitely would have killed Metatron by now. You keep us sane."
"Hear, hear!" Sam said, raising his drink as well.
Cas squirmed uncomfortably under the attention. "Thank you, Meg."
"Don't get used to it, Clarence," Meg grinned, hopping off the couch to ruffle his hair. "Don't want you getting a big head."
They were all in Garth's basement, which was surprisingly cozy. Most of Garth's house was massive and posh (he was rich, who knew), but the basement was sort of Garth's realm. It had a weird, '80's bachelor pad' sort of feel—massive shag carpet, old couches, fake wood paneling.
The group was all sitting in a circle on the carpet: Cas, Charlie, Garth, Meg, Sam, Jo, Balthazar, Lisa, and Dean (in that order).
Dean, Cas, and Charlie were all sitting with their backs against the couch Meg had just been jumping on.
"Okay, we all know the dirty games are going to start sooner or later, so I say it's time we get the party started, no?" Balthazar said. "I'd say we're all reasonably tipsy."
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Dirty games?"
"I know you're new to the theatre scene, Lisa, but you'll soon learn that we're all pretty perverted sons of bitches here," Jo laughed. "For example. Lisa—fuck, marry, kill: Charlie, Dean, and Balthazar."
"Oh," Lisa said, looking startled, "Kill Balthazar, of course—"
"Hey!"
"—Marry Charlie, I guess?"
"Sweet," Charlie laughed.
"So I guess that leaves Dean—"
"Ow ow," Charlie whistled, "Dean's turn. Fuck, marry, kill. Cas, Lisa, and Sam."
Dean laughed. "I think I'd marry Sam even though it's weird, because he's actually like a really good cook, so that'd be cool. I'd kill Lisa—no offense, Lis, it's nothing personal, but I obviously couldn't kill Cas. So I guess I'd fuck him," Dean finished, winking at his best friend.
"Gee, thanks, Dean. You really know how to flatter a guy," Cas rolled his eyes.
"Don't be like that, baby," Dean teased, leaning over and planting a kiss on Castiel's cheek. Cas made a show of wiping his cheek and trying to look offended, ignoring the way his stomach twisted into knots at the feel of Dean's lips on his cheek.
Garth pulled out Cards Against Humanity, which they ended up playing for a while.
"I'm sick of this game," Balthazar groaned an hour later, falling back onto the carpet. "Can we do something else? And Jo, if you suggest truth or dare again, I'm going to hit you on the head."
"Honey if you love me?" Sam suggested, shrugging.
Balthazar shot up. "Hands on rules?" he beamed.
"What's honey if you love me?" Lisa asked.
"There's a person in the middle," Dean explained, "and they pick someone in the circle and say 'Honey, if you love me, will you please, please smile?' to them and then the person they picked has to respond with 'Honey, I love you but I just can't smile.' Without smiling. If they smile, they're in the middle. If not, the person who's it has to go find someone else."
"And hands on rules mean you can do anything to get them to smile. Any sort of touch is allowed," Balthazar added, waggling his eyebrows. "Lisa, since you're new, you're in the middle first."
Lisa started in the middle, looking for an easy target. She made eye contact with Cas and grinned. Kneeling in the space between Cas and Dean, she reached out and took his hand. Cas raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn't react.
Everybody else fought to hold in their laughter, knowing how this would go before it even began.
"Honey, if you love me, will you please, please smile?" Lisa asked, giving Cas her sweetest smile.
"Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile." Cas answered in a deadpan.
"Okay, lesson number one?" Charlie asked when Cas finished, finally laughing. "Do not ask Cas. He is like, the champion of this game. Some people are obviously better than others. Hint," she nodded her head toward Garth.
Lisa got Garth to crack in 0.2 seconds, who then went around to everybody in the circle until Charlie took pity on him. Charlie managed to be creepy enough to make Balthazar laugh, who then targeted Meg, running his hands up and down her waist while saying the words.
"You just wanted to play this so you'd have an excuse to feel someone up," Meg laughed when she couldn't make it through the phrase.
"I'm offended you would think that, Megara."
"It's Megan, dumbass."
It was all too easy for Meg to crack Jo.
Jo went straight for Sam, running her hands through his hair and twirling it around her finger.
"Honey," she began, batting her eyelashes and pouting, "if you love me, will you please, please smile?"
"Honey, I love you—" he broke off, laughing. "Nope, I can't do it. I give, just stop touching me."
Jo sat back in her spot, beaming.
Sam walked over to sit in front of Dean. Dean's lips twitched up, obviously fighting off a smile before Sam could even begin.
"Honey, if you love me—" Sam reached up and put a finger under Dean's chin, tickling it. Dean broke down into hysterics almost immediately, shoving Sam away.
"Get away from me, sicko," he laughed.
"You're the one who said you wanted to marry me," Sam teased back.
When Dean got into the middle, he immediately honed in on Cas. "Hey, Cas," he said, approaching with a mischievous smile.
"That's not a part of the script, Dean," Cas said, lines around his eyes deepening as he fought off a smile. Dean was the only one who could get him to laugh during this game, and Dean knew it.
Cas subtly drew his arms around his sides to protect them, knowing Dean knew how ticklish he was there. The green-eyed boy had used that to his advantage during this game one too many times.
Dean noticed the movement and winked.
"Honey," Dean began, scooting closer to Cas, so their faces were only inches apart. "if you love me," he put a finger under Castiel's chin, like Sam had done to him, and forced Cas to look up at him, "will you please, please smile?"
"Honey," Cas said, having to stop to clear his throat when his voice came out rougher than usual. He took a breath, fighting down the urge to smile. "I love you, but I just can't smile."
"What?" Dean whined, shocked and offended that Cas didn't smile. "You always smile for me. I demand a redo."
"That's not allowed," Cas smirked.
"You can go try someone else and then go back to Cas, you just can't do Cas two times in a row," Garth supplied from the other end of the circle.
"What? That's not in the rules!" Cas protested.
"You're outvoted, Cas," Dean said. He looked at Charlie. "Charlie, if you love me will you please, please smile?" he asked in a rush, not actually trying.
"Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile."
Dean turned back to Cas, eyes narrowing in determination.
Cas frowned, just as determined not to let Dean win.
"Honey, if you love me, will you please, please smile?" Dean asked, going straight for Cas' ticklish spot.
Cas pursed his lips and squirmed, batting Dean's hands away. "Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile."
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean whined. "You always smile when it's my turn."
Cas shrugged, smirking triumphantly.
"Balthazar," Dean said, twisting to face the blonde boy, "Honey, if you love me will you please, please smile?"
Balthazar looked amused, but he didn't smile. "Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile."
Dean turned his predatory gaze back on Cas. Everyone groaned.
"You're not going to win, Dean," Jo laughed. "Just ask Garth already."
"No," Dean growled. He climbed over Cas' legs to straddle his lap and leaned into the blue-eyed boy's space. Dean's position change didn't have the intended effect—smiling was the last thing on Castiel's mind when Dean was so close. "Honey—my darling, beloved, Cas— if you love me, will you please, pretty please smile?"
On 'smile,' Dean reached up to play with Castiel's cheeks, pushing them up into a semblance of a smile.
Before he could even start to reply, Cas gave in and grinned. More to get Dean off of him than anything else, because if he had to deal with this proximity for much longer, they would probably be in a very uncomfortable situation.
"Hooray!" Charlie cheered. "The king has been vanquished!"
Dean grinned, pumping a fist into the air. He still didn't get off Cas.
"I think the downfall of our stoic champion is as good a time as any to switch games?" Balthazar suggested.
"Truth or dare!" Jo screeched.
Reluctantly, Dean climbed off Cas and returned to his seat between Cas and Lisa.
"I'm cool with it," Meg shrugged. "I haven't played in years."
"You know…" Lisa began hesitantly, "There's a phone app? Dirty truth or dare? It's pretty, um, inventive."
"I like the way you think, sweetheart," Meg smirked, pointing at Lisa. "I think we'll keep you. Who's up for dirty truth or dare?"
Cas and Dean made brief eye contact, both looking away immediately.
Jo downloaded the app and declared herself the proctor (playing was her idea after all). They started with Cas, who picked truth.
"What's your favorite thing in the opposite sex?" Jo read off the screen.
"When they're not the opposite sex at all?" Cas asked sarcastically. Cas smiled when Dean let out a loud snort next to him.
"Okay, that was an easy one. Charlie: truth or dare?"
"Dare. Obvi."
"Lick the hand of the player on your right until it's entirely wet," Jo laughed.
Cas pulled his hand away when Charlie reached for it. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked, aghast. "Absolutely not."
"I'll hold him down while you lick him," Dean offered, grinning.
"Do it."
Garth had to "switch the clothing item of his choice with the person across the circle from him." He was so skinny Lisa's sweater actually fit him, though there were several inches of exposed wrists where the sleeves were too short.
Meg had to make sex noises for fifteen seconds, Sam had to tell everyone what celebrith he fantasizes about (Sarah Michelle Gellar, apparently, which Dean vowed never to stop teasing him about), Jo had to list her fetishes, Balthazar had to spend the next three rounds on Lisa's lap (which she wasn't thrilled about).
Lisa then got a dare saying she had to "breathe and nibble seductively on the ear of the closest person next to her," and while she insisted it was Dean, everybody else said that Balthazar was technically the closest person to her, much to Castiel's relief.
Dean surprisingly picked truth, and got the question, "Have you been teased and liked it?"
"Yes," he said immediately, not even having to think.
"Dish," Charlie ordered.
"That's not part of the question," he sneered at her. "Sorry."
"What? No way! It's implied!" Jo shouted. "As proctor I say so!"
Dean shook his head.
"Okay, at least answer…how was this person teasing you? Or when?"
"Playing with my hair. And I plead the fifth on the second question."
Cas watched Dean, tilting his head curiously. He looked over to catch Sam smirking at him.
"Cas! Your turn!"
"Truth," he answered, looking from Dean to Jo.
Everyone groaned.
"Lame."
"What's your most secret turn on?" Jo asked after Meg threw a crumpled up wrapper at Cas.
Charlie started wiggling excitedly. "I know what it is! Can I answer for you, Cas?"
Cas widened his eyes. "No!"
"I'll allow it," Jo said thoughtfully.
"Greasers," Charlie said, winking at Dean, "Cas has a 50's fetish."
"Do not!"
"Oh really? Tell me, Castiel, what is your opinion on John Travolta in the Grease movie?"
Cas pouted, avoiding Dean's questioning gaze.
They went around again. They skipped over Garth, who was passed out and cradling his single empty beer bottle.
"Too much for the kid," Balthazar grinned, still sitting on Lisa's lap.
Dean chose truth again, and had to admit to having sex in the Impala, which made both Sam and Cas freak. ("Cas and I sit in the backseat, Dean!")
Cas scowled at the group and picked Dare this time. Jo read over the dare on her own before reading it out loud and squealed loudly. "Oh my God! Sam. Sam read it. Holy shit."
Sam leaned over Jo's shoulder and read it, a huge smile spreading across his face.
So much for getting an easy one, Cas thought.
"Read it out loud!" Charlie squeaked, Jo and Sam's enthusiasm catching on.
Jo looked up at Cas, then at Dean, then back at Cas.
Oh no.
"While blindfolded, have your hand guided over the body of whoever is to your right."
All the blood drained from Castiel's face and he looked at Dean with wide eyes. Dean, for his part, looked like he was going to be sick.
"I changed my mind. Truth."
"Too late!" Charlie chirped, unraveling her scarf and holding it over Castiel's eyes. "Can you see?"
Cas shook his head. "Sorry, Dean," he mumbled.
Cas, now blindfolded, didn't see Dean shrug. He also didn't see Dean's eyes rake over his body, or the blush that decorated Dean's cheeks.
Charlie turned Cas so he was facing Dean, and sat next to him.
Cas felt her bring his hand up to cup Dean's cheek (a part of his brain that he was trying to get to shut up observed how soft Dean's cheek was), and then she made him move his thumb so it was scraping across Dean's lower lip (and if he thought Dean's skin was soft...). He shifted uncomfortably, tempted to snatch his hand back.
He didn't like that everyone in the room could see what was happening except him. And he didn't like the circumstances. Of course he'd dreamt of touching Dean's lips, of feeling the warm breath that ghosted across his hand, but he never thought it would be among other people. When he couldn't even see.
Charlie started dragging his hand lower, so it brushed against the skin of Dean's neck. She let his hand linger there, giggling to herself. Cas felt the muscles in Dean's neck work as he swallowed. He also caught a trace of Dean's pulse- which was frantic and erratic. His eyebrows drew together, and Dean leaned away slightly, as if he knew what Castiel was feeling.
"No moving, Dean," Charlie said.
Charlie moved Cas' hand lower, to Dean's chest.
"I feel like I'm a part of an incredibly gay threeway."
"Imagine how we feel watching it," Meg grumbled.
"But it's not gay if it's in a threeway," Balthazar laughed.
"It is if the only female is a lesbian and both of the guys are—"
Cas scowled in Charlie's general direction and he nudged her with his shoulder. To retaliate, she brought Castiel's hand much lower.
"Woah!" Dean squeaked, worming away from Charlie and Castiel's reach. "Not there!"
"Dean—" Charlie whined.
"Nope. That was good enough. We're moving on."
Cas, more than happy to oblige, yanked the blindfold off and grimaced at Dean apologetically.
They played a few more rounds, but Cas didn't pick Dare again. He got fairly easy questions, too—he suspected Jo was going easy on him. He got two "have you ever" questions, which, thankfully, he could just answer with a no.
On the last round, they ended with Dean, who dejectedly sighed "Dare." Until then he had stuck with truths as well.
Reading the screen, Jo grinned. "Choose someone to give you a hickey on the neck."
"Ugh, seriously?" Dean groaned.
Cas shook his head. "Metatron would kill him. Then he would kill me."
"Who says Dean would choose you?" Meg asked, smirking.
"Everyone," Sam laughed.
Cas sighed. "I mean, he would kill me for letting Dean get a hickey. Because he's irrational and it's apparently my job to keep the actors in line."
"Thank you, Cas. You make a very good point," Dean smirked at Jo. "Pick a new one."
"Play one round in your underwear."
"It's the last round, though."
"Fine." Jo sighed.
"French kiss every player for ten seconds."
"Um, no." Sam said, horrified.
"Why is this so difficult? Geez. Okay, if this one doesn't work...Kiss the first guy/girl of the same gender on your left for 30 seconds (on the lips) and the group will count down out loud." Jo looked up from her phone, grinning.
"Goddammit." Cas shook his head, exasperated. "I'm never sitting next to you again, Dean."
"Fair enough," Dean laughed, giving Cas a calculating look.
Before Cas could suggest he chose a different Dare, Dean put a hand on either side of his face and yanked him in for a kiss. Castiel's eyes flew open for a moment before fluttering shut as he leaned into the kiss.
"Oh," Jo squeaked, "They're actually doing it. Uh...30? 29, 28, 27…"
The rest of the group joined in counting excitedly, Charlie's voice the loudest and most enthusiastic.
The first ten seconds or so were awkward, their lips barely touching. They were both tense, Dean's grip on Cas' face tentative. But around the 20 second mark, something seemed to snap in both of them. Dean moved his hand, threading it into Castiel's dark brown hair. Cas gasped.
At the sound, Dean scooted closer and changed the angle of the kiss, licking into Cas' mouth. Cas willingly let him, pressing back just as enthusiastically.
Cas, to his horror and embarrassment, actually moaned. He grabbed Dean's shirt, twisting it and using it to hold his best friend close.
"Five, four, three, two, ONE!" The group cheered.
Dean didn't pull away. If anything, he pulled Cas impossibly closer, so they were actually pressed flush against each other. Any closer and Cas would be on his lap.
"Negative one, negative two…" Charlie continued cheerily.
Dean hummed into Castiel's mouth, twisting his fingers in Cas' hair.
"Oi! If you're going to keep going, do it somewhere else!" Balthazar scolded, but he was smiling.
Balthazar seemed to pull Dean back to reality, and he tore away from Cas, leaving the other boy reeling.
"Wow, twenty-three seconds longer than necessary," Charlie said.
"Nah, it was at least thirty," Jo corrected, grinning at the boys brightly. "There was that bit at the beginning where we were all too shocked to count."
Dean scowled at her and scooted away from Cas, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry," he said, not looking at Cas.
"'S okay," Cas croaked.
"Well," Meg began, "You're right, Jo. That game was fun."