"Cas..." Dean heard how hoarse his own voice was, and cleared his throat. Cas didn't move. "Cas, I... I have to confess something." Cas glanced up a bit, and Dean blew his breath out in a long, trembling gust. "The succubus that got to me... it.. it changed into six different women, four of which I actually had sex with, but... oh god, help me..." he ran his hands through his hair and tilted his head back, before lacing his hands together in his lap and hanging his head. "Cas... I didn't feel anything but a bit of nostalgia. Only when it morphed into you..." His voice trailed off and he glanced sideways to Cas. "Why? Dean, why did it morph into me?" Cas sounded scared, yet anxious to know. Taking his head in both his hands Dean fought to stop the blush. "I... I might have... Crap, why is this so hard?" He cleared his throat and sat up straight, looking Cas straight in the eye. "I have been dreaming about us. Wet dreams." Cas did his confused headtilt and Dean felt his heart swoon. "How can dreams be wet?" he asked innocently. Dean bit his lip. "Erotic, Cas. My dreams were of us, doing... erotic stuff." Cas widened his eyes. "Oh. Oh... oh my..." Dean felt the corner of his mouth twitch sarcastically. "Yeah. Pretty much." Cas glanced at Dean, his eyes flicking down to his mouth ever so swiftly.
"Did we... in your dreams, did we... kiss?" Dean smiled at his curious tone. "Yeah. We did, a lot actually." Cas cleared his throat. "Dean... I... I have a confession too." It sounded like he had scraped up all his courage to say this, so Dean kept quiet and just listened. "Remember yesterday, when you woke? You asked me how I could rest sitting up." Dean nodded slowly. "Truth is... I didn't sit up. I usually lie down next to you. You always sleep at the very edge of your bed, and there is room enough..." Dean licked his lips, trying to ignore the heart palpatations he just got. Cas had basically been sleeping with him... "Sometimes you roll over and cuddle with me. I like that very much. Those times, I tend to... fantasise about kissing you." Cas looked down at his hands again and he just radiated misery. Dean scooted over to him and grabbed his hand. "Cas..." Cas glanced up. "Time to stop fantasising." Dean said softly and grabbed Cas by the chin with a steady hand. Cas widened his eyes and licked his lips. "I'm sorry, Dean..." Dean smiled, glancing at that tiny bit of tongue darting in and out. "Cas... shut up." he said and pressed their mouths together.
Dean felt Cas tense up, then relax as the sensation spread through him. This felt even better than the succubus kissing him. He could feel the difference. The succubus wanted lust, arousal, whereas Cas was inexperienced, shy and innocent. And boy did it feel great! Dean broke free, but kept their foreheads touching. He was breathing heavy, erratic, just like Cas'. "Dean... that... wow." Dean smiled, pressed another chaste kiss on those pink, chapped lips. "I agree, Cas. Wow." He pulled back a bit, his veridian eyes locked onto Cas' cerulean ones. "Cas, I... I think I might have a... a thing for you." Cas pulled his brow into that cute, confused frown he had. "A thing?" Dean smiled. "That means I'm... attracted to you." Cas opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed. "Permit me to reply in kind. Dean, I think you are very attractive and I would like to spend more time kissing you." Dean chuckled and pulled Cas into a hug. "Oh Cas... don't ever change, angel." Cas hugged him back, a little stifly, as he was wont to do. "I will try not to, human." Hugging him even tighter, Dean laughed and Cas loosened up a bit and his hug got better. A knock came to the door and Cas tried to untangle himself, but Dean held on. "Don't. It's just Sam." he whispered into Cas' ear, before calling out: "Yeah, it's fine!" The door opened and Sam gingerly peeked inside. A big, relieved sigh escaped him. "Oh good... I was afraid... nevermind." Dean reluctantly let go of Cas and smirked at Sam. "What? That you'd walk into something scarring? Or that we'd killed eachother?" That earned him a bitchface. "No. That you were both too stunted to 'emote' about this properly. You two good?" Cas smiled, all gums and happiness. "Yes. We are fine." Smiling softly, Sam nodded. "Great. Just keep it PG, for my sake." Dean threw his pillow at him. "Bitch!" Sam laughed. "Jerk!"