"Dean," Castiel says.
"What, Cas?" Dean says from the couch. He was reading a book. He doesn't bother to look up to the ex-angel.
"Have you ever questioned your sexuality?"
The question makes Dean look up from the book.
He finally finds his friend, with his eyes, sitting on a chair diagonally sitting across from him. Castiel was sitting and staring at Dean.
"Um…I," Dean didn't really want to answer the question. But Castiel is his friend, he can trust him. Right? "Why are you asking?"
Castiel wonders if he has hit a difficult subject for Dean. He decides he has and he should talk first in order for Dean to talk.
"Because I…uh," Castiel figures out this is a difficult subject for him, too. He looks at the floor. "I know I am supposed to like women. At least, I think that is what I am supposed to like. I have never really thought to ask God this question. I guess I never really wondered until now."
Dean looks at Castiel, watching him lick his lips. Dean remembers the first time he wondered what it'd be like to kiss those lips.
"Also I'm questioning it. I wanted to know if other humans did."
Dean sits there for a second. "Yeah, I've questioned it. A couple times, actually."
Castiel looks up to Dean. "Really?"
Dean nods. "Yep, especially as a teenager."
"What did you do about it?"
Dean swallows and wonders if he can tell Castiel. "I, uh…guess you can say I explored."
Castiel looks at his friend with confusion. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth in a straight line. And then he gets it. His face softens and his eyebrows rise.
"Oh, that's what you mean."
Dean blushes a bit and nods. "Yeah,"
They were quiet for a couple of seconds.
"How would I safely explore, Dean?" Castiel asks.
Dean looks at Castiel, his eyebrows were furrowed. He wasn't judging. He was just…jealous? Confused? Curious? How about all three?
"Well you could safely explore by using protection, obviously. Also meeting a person, or knowing a person, you really trust, and they are…willingly going to do it?"
Dean doesn't know how to word. How would anyone know how to word this? This is rather difficult.
"Oh," Castiel nods.
"How about we go to a bar and try to pick you up a man?" Dean never thought he'd say those words to Castiel.
Castiel smiles and seems to almost laugh. "Okay,"
Dean nods and stands up. He starts walking to his room.
"Sam, get dressed! Cas is gonna grab him a man!"
"What?"
Castiel, Dean, and Sam were sitting at the bar.
Sam was relaxed. He was drinking a beer and checking out the local ladies. They were all pretty nice in his opinion. He is still wondering why Dean is helping Castiel get a man. Shouldn't he be the one trying to get into Castiel's pants?
Dean was not exactly relaxed. He was pretty confident that this wouldn't work and that Castiel would get sad. But that's okay, because Dean would swoop in and comfort Castiel, as a good friend only. But then again, one thing could lead to another.
Castiel was not relaxed. He was not having fun. He felt uncomfortable. But he didn't want to say that because Dean seemed happy to try and help him 'score'. He was scared that if this did work and a man decided to have the sex with him, he wouldn't be safe. He would feel safe with Dean. Castiel shakes his head physically. He shouldn't think about that.
"So, Cas, are you finding anyone you like?" Dean asks.
Castiel decides to actually look around since he won't be 'scoring' with his ideal man. He scans the crowd.
Not his type
Not his type
Not his type
Not Dean!
Wait…
Castiel looks back at the man that's been staring at him. The man was actually beautiful and he was actually staring at Castiel.
"I think I did."
Dean's heartbeat begins to speed up as he lines up Castiel's gaze with the man across the room.
Oh damn was Dean's first thought. There was no way he could compete with this guy!
Castiel looked the man over. He was tall looking. His hair was dark brown and seemed to linger over his forehead. Bright color pierced through the hooded eyes, that's what caught Castiel's attention the most.
Suddenly the man stands up and looks to be walking the three boys' way.
Sam stands up, too. "I'm going to walk away before this gets weird." He announces. "I'll be over there." He points to an attractive black hair woman.
The man circles around the bar and sits in the seat beside Castiel.
"Hey,"
"Hello,"
Castiel turns towards him, seeming to forget that Dean was beside him. Dean looks forward and takes a sip of his beer. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Castiel and the mystery fellow getting to know each other.
"What's your name?" The mystery man gets comfortable in his seat.
"Castiel,"
The man smiles, "Like the angel,"
"Yeah," Castiel almost wants to laugh. "Like the angel," He pauses for a moment. "What is your name?"
"Parker,"
After the introduction, Castiel and Parker began talking and, well, drinking. The drinking began to affect the two and when it did Dean, full of jealous possibly, decided to find him a booth and order food. He needed to get away from that as quickly as possible.
"So Parker," Castiel says.
Parker raises his head from the counter top and looks at Castiel with a smile. "Yes,"
"What is your favorite movie?"
"Probably something Marvel," Parker thinks. "The Avengers…yeah."
"Dean likes that movie, too."
Parker laughs, still smiling. "You talk a lot about this Dean-fellow. What? Do you like him?"
Castiel begins to blush. He puts an elbow on the counter top and rests his head on the hand. "Maybe,"
"Dude," Parker playfully pushes Castiel. "Come on, you can trust me."
Castiel smiles and nods, "Yeah, I like him."
Parker gasps. "That's so cool. You should tell him!"
Castiel shakes his head and giggles. "No, that is scary."
"You gotta be a man about this, yo." Parker takes the shot in his hand. He makes a face and sticks his tongue out.
"I think it would be best if I left the thought alone." Castiel says quietly while staring at the countertop.
Parker reaches his hand across the way and hold Castiel's cheek. Castiel looks at him. For a second, Castiel can see Dean in Parker's face. He blinks a couple times, not believing what he is seeing but desperately wanting to.
"Castiel, have you ever kissed a man?" Parker asks.
"No," Castiel whispers.
Parker smiles, "Would you like to try?"
"Yes," Castiel whispers his answer, not sure if his yes is a true yes.
Parker holds Castiel's face and leans in. Castiel copies his action.
When lips touch nothing special happens. There are no sparks or fireworks that Castiel has heard of before. This is a kiss. This is an experimental kiss. But there is realization. Castiel recognizes the way the kiss feels and how with the kiss he now knows what he truly feels.
Castiel pulls away. He pulls away from the kiss. He pulls away from Parker's touch.
Parker stares at Castiel, knowing what he is thinking about.
"Are you going to tell him now?"
Castiel nods, standing up, wobbling a little, "Thanks, Parker."
"No problem," Parker shrugs and turns to the bartender.
Castiel turns around and searches the room for Dean. His eyes land on the man. He quickly walks the distant between them.
Castiel stands in front of Dean's table.
Dean looks up from his beer. He smiles. "Did ya get'em?"
"I want to go home." Castiel says. The alcohol is still affecting him, but he can think straight.
Dean, believing something is wrong, stands up. "Yeah, okay. Let's go."
While walking out, Dean passes Sam and tells him they are leaving.
Sam tells Dean he'll find his way back to the bunker that he believes he can score with this lady.
Dean nods and pats him on the back.
In the car, Dean tries to make Castiel talk about what happened. He believes something had happened in the few seconds he looked away. The man had to have said or done something to make him look so down. It's almost funny, since he has no idea what Castiel is thinking.
"What happened back there?" He asks.
Castiel is looking out the window, trying to breathe and trying to control his too fast of a beating heart. "We kissed."
Dean almost completely hides the fact that this bothers him. The sharp inhale and the uncomfortable shifting is what showed it.
"Did it," He stops, searching for the correct words, "Did it feel right?"
"This kiss felt both right and wrong."
Dean glances at Castiel.
"Do you want a beer?" Dean asks.
Castiel plops down on the couch. "Yes,"
Dean walks in and hands him a glass beer bottle, then sits beside him.
"Do you want to watch TV?"
"Yeah,"
Dean presses a button turning the television on. He searches for a minutes then settles on watching Friends.
Halfway through the episode, Castiel believes it's the right time to do the action.
Castiel turns his body to face Dean, by putting a leg under his body. Dean notices the action and turns a bit to face Castiel.
Castiel raises a shaking hand. He reaches towards Dean, who is quiet and still. Castiel takes his first finger and traces Dean's cheek bone, over his ear, and down his neck to gently hold it. Dean, scared out of his mind, slightly leans into the touch.
"Dean, may I kiss you?" Castiel whispers the simple question.
Dean, not able to find his voice, nods.
Castiel and Dean inhale at the same time. Castiel stares at Dean's lips and pulls them closer.
This time there are sparks and fireworks.
Castiel feels butterflies, the beautiful kind.
Dean feels warm.
The repositioning of lips makes this kiss exciting. Tugging of lips make hands pull each other closer. Hands on faces and hands on the middle of backs.
When the kiss is over and it's time to breathe, they unwillingly pull away.
Castiel and Dean stare at one another, eyes on eyes.
Castiel smiles widely at Dean.
Dean smiles, too, and laughs, ducking his head down.
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