Dean shook his head free of the snow that got caught in his hair on the short stretch from the garage to the front door. His day had been amazing.
The cliënt had been so happy with his fixed car, and the fact that it was done at the promised time, that he'd bought Dean a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue.
Next, Bobby had told them all to get their asses home, since the impending snow would halt business in its tracks until the wrecks came in tomorrow.
And to top it off, Dean hadn't had his four o'clock dip. His energy had stayed pretty stable, and he was still perky, even though it was almost five.
He shook out his coat before hanging it in the closet. When he put his boots away, he noticed the combatboots were gone. 'Huh. That Balthazar guy must've picked them up.'
He sauntered into the living room.
"Hey, Cas! You home, bud?"
No answer. Damn. With the incoming blizzard, Dean got a bit nervous. He took the stairs two at a time and knocked on Cas' bedroom door.
"Cas? You decent?"
No answer.
Gulping and telling his imagination that Cas was not in there, sleeping on top of the covers, in just his boxers, Dean pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
Heart thumping a quick staccato in his chest, he went to the bathroom door, which stood slightly ajar.
"Cas? A...are you in there?"
His cheeks burned and he listened hard for any splashing noises, but deathly silence reigned.
"Damnit, Cas..." he grumbled and peeked inside. Again no-one there.
Dean ran back downstairs, through the kitchen and stopped in front of the scullery door. He'd never been in there. He always took the front door to enter or exit. Gabe burst through here twice a week at least, but apart from the skull joke, Dean had ignored the scullery. Now, he swallowed hard and pushed the door open.
"AH!" Dean coiled back, heart making a bid to leave his body through his esophagus.
"Goddamnit... I should've known... Cas you adorable weirdo!"
He tapped the nearest skull with a nail, only to find it resin, just like Cas had said.
Dean huffed a laugh and did a Hamlet.
"Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio..."
"...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy."
Dean nearly dropped the skull, when Cas' deep, gravelly voice completed the phrase.
"Don't do that... Geez, you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." he gasped, turning around.
Cas chuckled, brushing snow off his black trenchcoat with silver clasps across his chest.
Dean tried not to gape. Cas looked so hot in that coat. It was tailored to show off his lanky build, but tight enough to show muscles rolling under the fabric.
Dean looked down, to avoid getting caught staring, but the tight, black jeans accentuated Cas' runners legs and Dean's mouth got dry.
"So, you finally decided to check out my skulls?" Cas smiled.
Dean swallowed hard before answering in a slightly croaking voice.
"No. You weren't in the house, so I thought I should see if you were here, or maybe got caught in that."
He pointed at the window next to the back door. By now snow was falling so fast and thick, it was starting to white out.
Cas tilted his head at it and Dean reached out.
His hand hovered inches from Cas' hair.
"Hm. I was out there. I wanted to check the temperature on the hives." Cas mumbled, unaware of his housemate's hand.
When Dean brushed his hand through those ebony locks, even darker now they were wet, they sprang back with a slight curl to them.
Cas snapped his head around.
"What are you doing?" It didn't sound angry, or embarrased, just curious.
"I...I ehm... You have snow in your hair..." Dean supplied, internally cursing himself for doing it. Now he would never forget how soft those locks felt.
Cas ruffled his hand through it, black leather glove blending in perfectly with his hair.
"Huh. So I do. Thank you, Dean." He smiled, tilting his head again.
"I didn't know you knew Shakespeare." he said softly.
Dean huffed. "Just a bit."
Cas shook his dark head, taking his gloves off.
"More than just a bit, Dean. Most people go for the "to do, or not to do" phrase when encountering a skull. You picked the apropriate one."
Dean's cheeks burned like fire.
"Ah nuts... I just happened to have played Hamlet in highschool."
Cas grinned now, nose scrunged up and eyes crinkled.
"A fellow theatre kid... I'm in luck!"
He shucked off his coat to reveal a tight, faded Pantera T-shirt.
Dean smiled at the skull on the front.
"A Reinventing the Steel shirt... and it looks old enough to be from the release tour."
Cas stroked the shirt, instantly running Dean's mouth bonedry again.
"It is, European tour, Den Bosch. Oma gave me a ticket.
We were visiting relatives in April 2000, when she surprised me with it. It was only a two hour drive from where we were, and my second cousin, Addy, and his girlfriend were going too. So I got a ride with them, 50 guilders pocket money to spend, and a kiss. I had such a great time!
Gabriel got to spend that amount at the local herbal drugstore. They had authentic Dutch sweets. He came home with three totes full. Oma knows us so well."
Cas was still stroking his shirt, remeniscing, and Dean wanted to feel how soft the fabric had gotten over the many washes it must have had. So close... Cas was standing so close. Dean could smell the melting snow in his hair, and an underlying scent. Fresh, oceany, arousing as fuck. He cleared his throat.
"Any other bands?" he tried to distract his thoughts.
Cas licked his lower lip in thought, causing Dean to clench his hands.
"Hm. Just some new metal band called Powerman 5000. Trashy music, not much for me. And Satyricon. They were good. But Pantera was the best.. plain and simple."
He started untying his boots.
Dean looked down again, unable to stop his eyes from sliding down the black jeans.
"Are those... the boots from the closet?"
Cas looked at his feet too, frowning in confusion.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they be?"
Dean shrugged, still trying to keep his thoughts PG.
"I.. I just assumed they were left by that other guy..."
Cas burst out laughing, toeing off his boots and picking them up.
"Balthazar?! Oh my word, no! He wouldn't touch these with a ten foot pole! Loafers for him, or respectable shoes or boots. He'd take cyanide before donning combatboots!"
Feeling a bit silly, Dean gestured to the kitchen.
"Wanna get inside? Bound to be warmer. Oh! I got a present today too!"
Another curious tilt of the head, and Cas brushed past him to get in the house.
That fresh scent lingered a bit, and Dean sighed loningly, picking up the black coat.
Cas neatly put away his shoes, then looked around frowning slightly.
"Looking for this?" Dean asked, holding up the black coat. It was pretty heavy.
"Yes. Thank you, Dean."
He hung it in the closet, next to his tan trenchcoat.
"You got a present? From whom? What is it?"
Dean picked the bottle up from where he'd put it when he went on his frantic search for Cas.
"This. That guy from the crankshaft was pretty pleased with my work. Wanna warm up a bit?"
Cas smiled and fetched a couple of tumblers.
They were three quarters through the bottle, and serious talk had slowly drifted into sillyness.
Dean liked to watch Cas talk. His slender hands used a language of their own.
After Cas' college stories, and Dean admitting that he'd only gotten his GED, because he wanted to help Bobby cover the costs of taking Sam and him in, they fell quiet for a bit.
"You like your coats long, huh?" Dean commented, wondering why he never noticed the black coat before.
"Yes. Shorter coats make me look ridiculously tall. These don't."
Dean slumped down in the sofa.
"So, I look ridiculous in my coat?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
Cas blanched, scooting over from the other side of the sofa.
"No! Nonono. You're much more muscular, less skin and bones than I. You look great in that jacket!"
The fire in Dean's cheeks rekindled.
"Thanks, but you're not skin and bones. No. You're lanky. Your muscles don't show until you use them. I bet you're much stronger than you look."
Cas smiled, a bit sozzled, but so bright.
"You think so?" he asked, gravelly voice low and soft.
Dean nodded, swallowing around a dry throat again.
Cas giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Ok then, Dean. I'll try something."
He got up, socked feet slipping slightly on the wooden floor.
"Here we go. Hang on, Dean!" he said and suddenly his arms shoved under Dean's butt and around his shoulders.
"Whoa! Whadd're y'doin'?" Dean slurred, green eyes bright with shock.
Cas' muscles tensed and he lifted Dean from the sofa, bridal style.
Dean threw his arms around Cas' neck for stability, eyes impossibly wide.
Cas put his brow against Dean's and hummed softly.
"Lifting you up." he murmured.
"I see that... why?" Dean asked, voice so low it was almost a whisper, cheeks close to incinerating.
"To see if I can. To see if you're right... are you right?"
Cas' voice wasn't any louder than Dean's.
Confused, Dean licked his lips.
"'Bout what?"
Cas bit his lip before answering, still nearly whispering.
"Am I stronger than I look?"
Feeling the muscles in Cas' arms tremble slightly, Dean realised Cas was lifting a 200 pound man for about a minute now.
Silently, he nodded.
Cas grinned in a drunk way and twinkles danced in his blue eyes.
"I'm gonna put you in bed. You're drunk, and need sleep."
Dean snorted inelegantly.
"I'm drunk? You're one to talk!"
Cas frowned at him, but in his inibriated state, it wasn't very intimidating.
"Shush. I once found a liquor store..."
Dean smirked, waiting for the rest, but Cas stayed silent.
"And?" he prompted.
Cas looked at him triumphantly.
"And I drank it!"
Dean put his head against Cas' and shook with contained laughter.
"I can so put you in bed, Dean Winchester..." Cas declared and started to move.
However, he hadn't taken into account how slippery his socks were on the floor, and he lost balance, dropping Dean back on the sofa and landing on top of him.
They ended up nose to nose, staring into eachother's eyes.
"Fuck, Cas. Your eyes are really fucking blue..." Dean mumbled.
Cas licked his lips, the little clicking sound as his tongue slipped back in his mouth loud between them.
"Yours are so beautifully green... like a forrest. With sunshine flecks..."
Dean hummed, eyes darting between those cerulean pools, as Cas' pupils dilated.
Cas tilted his head and pressed his lips to Dean's with a soft sound.
Dean's world shrunk to those chapped, pink lips, pressing to his.
He made a soft sound in the back of his throat, eyes falling shut.
Cas echoed the sound and deepened the kiss, making Dean nearly swoon.
'Either I'm dreaming, or I died and went to Heaven...' he though dazedly.
Cas pulled back, both panting slightly.
"Dean..."
"Yeah?"
Cas just made a desperate sound and crashed their mouths together again.
When he felt Cas lick the seam of his mouth, Dean gladly gave access. Cas tasted of Johnny Walker and something sweeter, something just Cas. Dean moaned.
Cas moaned back, curling his tongue around Dean's.
They kissed sloppilly for a while, but the whiskey took it's toll and the kisses got less and less. Cas snuggled down next to Dean, who wore a silly smile.
"Cas... I liked that."
Cas hummed softly, tucking his hands under his cheek, which lay on Deans chest.
"Me too... I'm sleepy, Dean."
Dean draped his arm around the slender shoulders.
"Hmhm. So am I. We'll eat later."
Cas just hummed and Dean cuddled him closer.