Cas unlocked the door, pausing before opening it up. He didn't really think about the fact he had literally invited a random into his home. Dean could be some creepy stalker that could eventually murder him. He doesn't even know anything about the guy.

He turned around and glanced at Dean. He was standing three steps down from the door and he was looking down kicking his feet like a small child.

He looked harmless enough. He turned to face the door again and tried to hide his smile.

"Is everything okay, Cas? If you want me to leave… it's okay. It wasn't my place to be you know…" Cas hadn't realised he was frozen facing the door, until Dean's voice bought him back to reality.

"No, it's fine, Dean. I was just thinking." He opened the door and stepped in, turning to face Dean.

"Come on in, Dean." A smile spread across Deans face.

Quietly following behind Cas, Dean looked around his house. It seemed to be a double story house. It was a very royal looking place, chandeliers hanging in each room, white and cream colours covered the walls. Gold outlined the windows and other small features.

Large paintings of Gods and Angels were hang up around the house. There were no signs of family photos or any other people living in this household.

They walked into the Kitchen, Dean not sure what to say or do, just stood there and watched Cas.

"Would you like anything to drink, Dean?" Castiel reflected the same feeling Dean felt, not sure what to do or say. So the only logical thing would be to offer his guest a drink, right?

"Yeah, thanks Cas, anything will do." He watched as Castiel turned towards the fridge and rummage through it.

Everything in the house seemed themed and in perfect order, but one little thing that bought a small little smile to Dean's face.

"Considering your place is very 1800's, I didn't find you the figurine collecting type."

Cas turned around two beers in hand, he gestured Dean forward to sit with him at the table.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say, Dean." Using the beer in his hand, Dean pointed towards the figure above the fridge.

"Why put him there, he could fall at any moment." Dean asked, curiosity playing at his thoughts.

"Oh, that's Sherlock. You know when he jumps off the building. It's my brothers dark sense of humour, I don't understand why he likes it so much."

Castiel spoke with a serious tone which made Dean explode with a rich laughter.

"Oh, Cas. You have a brother? I need to meet this guy" Dean eventually replied, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yes, I have four elder brothers. Balthazar, Gabe, Uriel and Lucas, given Lucas's name isn't his real name. You don't want to meet them. They aren't really the social of people."

Blue eyes were focused intensely on the opened but untouched beer in front of him. A sudden sadness was turning him off from drinking.

"What a choice of names. Do they live here?" Dean's curiosity about Cas was just getting bigger and bigger and he had the biggest urge to satisfy it.

"No, Gabe is in and out all the time and I rarely see the others. I don't know anything about my parents, my brothers basically raised me."

Dean felt empathetic towards Cas, knowing what it's like to have a father that's not around. He hadn't been bought up by his brother but he was forced to grow up very quickly to raise his own brother.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't my place to ask." Dean felt soft around Castiel, and felt bad for bringing something like this up. He could see a pain forming on Cas's face and felt like a douche for saying anything.

"What were you doing outside my house, Dean?" Completely moving on from what they were just talking about, he felt like it was about time he started asking some questions. Because its rather odd you have a stud like dean waiting outside a guy like Cas.

"Well, it's been awhile since I last saw you. I was going to call you but I didn't have your number, I tried looking for you everywhere but I couldn't find you. I was in the library tons but you never showed. Dude, nobody knew who you were. If it weren't for Sammy and Jess I would have thought I had just like imagined you."

Dean spat out the words fast, he wasn't even thinking about what he was saying. He stopped to take a drink of his beer only to find he had emptied it. He looked over to Cas and noticed he had downed his whole bottle as well.

Cas lifted up one finger and walked off to grab another set of drinks. This time round, coming back with a bottle of vodka and coke.

A light chuckle came out of Dean as Cas poured out two glasses of vodka. He pushed the bottle of coke towards Dean. Cas never mixed his alcohol, he wasn't the type to get drunk easily and could easily handle his alcohol.

"You're drinking it straight, Cas?"

"Go hard or go home." Cas didn't usually wink at people, but at that moment, he didn't even realise he did. Maybe the beer kind of got to him today, considering the lack of sleep and food.

Raising an eyebrow, Dean pushed the coke back towards Cas.

"You were saying something before, Dean?"

"Yeah, well, I said I had wanted to see you again. I mean like you seemed like a great guy. I mean like you seemed like a interesting buddy." He was starting to get all flustered and embarrassed.

A heat started to spread through his cheeks and his hands started to shake a bit.

He took his sudden pause as a quick excuse to take a sip of his vodka. He winced at the taste, he felt as though he had just tasted bleach. He swallowed hard, wincing again as he felt like he was swallowing fire.

He let out a loud groan, looking to see Cas with a smug look on his face. He drank his as though he was just drinking water.

Though, Dean could see his face starting to tint a little pink.

"and well, since I had no other way of contacting you I decided, 'why not just swing by the guys house'. I know it sounds a tad stalkerish but I mean what the hell. So I guessed no one was home so I kind of just sat in baby for a while waiting for you."

During his time speaking, Dean had started his second glass of vodka and could feel the alcohol really kicking in. He wasn't the best when it came to consuming alcohol, he liked to think he was, but he really wasn't.

Castiel on the other hand was almost on his fourth. Downing it like he was drinking water in the middle of the desert.

"Dean, I don't know what to say to that." His speech was starting to slur up and he was starting to find it hard to think straight about what he was doing.

That brilliant laugh came out of Dean once again.

"Sonofabitch, what are you drinking. Because there's no way in hell we're drinking the same thing. Are you actually drinking water or something?" Dean etched in closer towards Cas, as if moving in closer would determine what he would say next was a lie or not.

"I'm pouring from the same bottle you are" Cas smiled back, showing off by downing his fourth.

He was just about to pour out his fifth when Dean stood up and came around to the side of him.

"No, no, no you aren't. You aren't having anymore, I don't know how but you are tricking me. Or you're not human."

Castiel started laughing, a full laugh that actually made him feel happy. Dean extended his arms and was about to grab Cas by the shoulders with his drunk coordination tripped and fell towards Castiel.

Caught off guard, he hadn't seen the green eyed boy falling towards him and ungraciously fell backwards off his chair with Dean coming after on top of him.

"Shit. Cas, I'm sorry." Dean apologized straight away but as soon as he made eye contact with blue eyed boy he just couldn't look away.

"Dean…" Castiels heart was beating so fast he was sure Dean could hear it.

Dean bought his head down beside Cas's, he could feel the light brush of stubble as Dean moved his head down the left side of his neck.

He bought his head back up in front of him.

"Yeah, you've definitely been drinking the same thing I have been; I can smell it on you."

His voice had a sudden roughness and hunger in it. Dean looked at him as though he were about to eat him, and it took a lot of self-control for Cas not to just steal a kiss from those light coloured lips that were already so close to his face.

Shit.

He couldn't even believe he was considering these things, doing things to Dean.

"Little Brother."

A new voice entered the room and startled both of the boys. Dean never sprung up faster in his life, and quickly pulled up Cas after him.

"That was not what it looked like, I tripped and pushed him over, sorry. That was not anything more." Dean was embarrassed. Really, really embarrassed, his face took the colour of a cherry tomato.

"Castiel, what's going on." The voice was calm but had a sense of mischief behind it.

"Brother, this is Dean. What you saw was nothing more than an accident." As he said the words, he felt a hole starting to form within him. He wanted to know what would have happened if his brother hadn't walked in.

"Dean, this is my brother Gabe."

Dean struck out his arm and Gabe easily shook it.

"Dean, nice to meet you… Lovely first impression, wouldn't you say? Considering how much you have drunk, I'm guessing you're staying here tonight. Just don't make too much noise and don't forget to use protection."

Gabe didn't stay in the room, after his small instruction towards Dean, he left immediately and went upstairs.