Green and blue eyes locked eye contact with each other. A feeling of awkwardness hung in the air. There was tension building in the around them.
Use protection? Protection against what? We're not going to be fighting and we're not going to … fuck?
Castiels eyes started to widen and he felt himself becoming short of breath. He was sure he was about to pass out, but then to his surprise, laughter spilt out of his mouth.
He couldn't control it, that was one of the most tense moments he had ever felt. He knew Gabe would understand what was going on and what else did he expect from him? He was Gabriel, he'd try to make a joke out of everything.
Cas tried to calm himself, and when he started to calm down he finally took a glance at Dean.
He was standing there, frozen, staring at Castiel.
"What's wrong, Dean?" His laughter was quickly fading away and worry started to slowly creep in.
"Cas…" Dean whispered out his name, shock written on his face.
"Yes, Dean?" He crept towards Dean slowly, as though he was approaching a small animal. He felt like any wrong move and Dean would run away.
"I'm drunk. I can't drive." The two men were standing only an arms-length apart.
Disbelief spread across Deans face as though he had been told the biggest like in the world.
"I know, you can stay here…" Still moving with precaution, Cas rested a hand on Deans shoulder.
"But I don't have any protection with me today" Dean looked like a small child who had refused a lolly.
It was Cas' turn to sink into disbelief. Had Dean actually thought his brother was serious? Did he actually have sexual intentions towards him? Cas wasn't sure whether to take it seriously or not. Whether to think it was a good thing and that he wanted it or that it was a totally bad idea to even consider it.
"Dean, that's fine. We're not going to do anything."
"Uh" A small grunt left Dean's lips before his arms were tightly wrapped around Cas' waist and his face was buried deeply into his neck.
Did Dean hit his head when he fell? Or maybe it was just the alcohol? It was probably both.
Cas stood frozen for a while, before finally softening up and wrapping his own arms around Dean.
"You're great, Cas. I barely know you, but I feel like we're going to get along just great. You know best buddies. The hunter and his angel… the angel. I mean the angel."
Dean's breaths puffed out warmth against Castiels neck. He could feel the green eyed boys abs against his own abdomen with how hard he was holding on. He smelt so good, like alcohol and after shave.
The smell of his baby was on him as well. It was all so intoxicating.
"Dean, I think you should lay down." Castiel wanted to hold him for much longer, but he knew he had to something about the drunk man.
Dean hummed an agreement and stepped aside to let Cas lead the way, but leaving one arm wrapped around his waist.
Walking close together, Cas lead them both up the stairs.
Not far from their right, Cas lead Dean into a room.
"You can rest here for the night. It's a spare room, it's rarely used so make yourself comfortable."
Cas swept a quick glance across the room. There was nothing anywhere, the room was completely empty expect for cupboards and table.
He walked Dean over to the bed and sat him down. Dean let go of Cas, and smiled up at him.
They locked eyes, a strong connection building between them that made Cas want to move closer to Dean.
Cas looked away, down towards the bed and noticed it had missing sheets.
"Oh, I'll be right back, Dean. I'll get you some sheets."
A husky voice came out of Dean's mouth, it screamed with attractiveness and made Cas think all sorts of dirty things.
He left the room and ventured off into his, which was just across the corridor.
He rummaged through his closet looking for spare bed sheets anywhere. He found a sky blue set and turned to deliver it off to Dean.
It took a lot of might to keep in a scream.
Whilst Cas was distracted, Dean had snuck into his room and was standing quietly behind him.
"This is your room?" Dean's voice was even more huskier, and his eyes were literally penetrating into his soul.
Dear god, only if he did have protection.
"Yes" He could barely say anything. He had lost all train of thought.
Dean reached forward and took the sheets from him. His hands purposely dragging across Cas'.
"Thanks, Castiel." He had basically purred out his name as he turned and left the room.
He felt his face heat up and was frozen on one spot. It was only until he heard the door to Dean's room shut that de left his daze.
He could not believe what was happening.
Castiel slowly shut his door as well. Turning and leaning back on it. He ran his hands though his hair.
All he could smell was Dean, and it was only making him crave him more.
He sighed, flipped off the lights and moved towards his bed.
He ripped off his shirt and threw himself on to the bed. He couldn't be bothered to change his clothes completely.
He slowly made his way under the blankets .
He stared at the ceiling thinking to himself. It was like a million things were going through is head, yet nothing at all.
What a wonderful idea it was, just to invite some guy inside and get drunk with him.
Oh, wasn't he a genius.
He checked his glowing clock, it read it was only just past 3am.
How long had they been down there together? He could barely remember any of it.
He shut his eyes.
Well, he could only wait to see what happened in the morning.