That realisation punched the breath out of him.
He'd known he thought Cas sexy, but being in love... Whoa. Whole other kettle of fish.
Cas tilted his head in that adorable confused way he had, and a frown started to form.
Dead isn't want to see the frown. Cas had been so at ease...
"Dean... What's wrong?" Cas asked, worry audible.
"Nothing, buddy. Nothing at all. Just a little dark thought crossing my mind. I already kicked it out." Dean lied.
That thought was swirling around his head, and it was anything but dark. It lit up Dean's being like a frikken blowtorch.

Cas relaxed again and that soft smile reappeared.
"Good. You were having so much fun, I'd hate to see you saddened by a simple thought."
Dean screamed internally. The consideration, the warmth... His mind could easily see those as signs that his affections were reciprocated... which they couldn't be. Why would Cas think of him that way? Hell, he was so screwed!
Decidedly shoving all that crap down, Dean smiled at Cas and winked.
Then he turned away, not seeing the worried frown deepening.

The night was awesome... Ash and the guys played so many of Dean's favorites, they totally rocked the whole bar. Cas looked like he had fun, and the drinks were drowning Dean's internal freakout perfectly.
"Dean..." Cas. Sweet, amazing Cas, with his beautiful eyes and sexy voice.
"Yeah? What's on your mind, Honeybee?" Shit... did he really just say that? Damn his mouth!
Cas just chuckled, although a little blush was dusted over his cheeks. But that could be from the warmth in the bar.
"Dean, you're plastered. Hand me the keys. I'll drive us home."
Clutching his Baby's keys, Dean shook his head.

"Nuh-uh. My Baby... you're not driving her..." he stubbornly groused.
The amused halfsmile slid from Cas' face, to be replaced by a stonecold stare.
"Fine by me. But neither are you. So, shall we camp out behind the stage then?"
The bartender, a young looking guy wearing a baseball cap with the name 'Alfie' on it, cut in.
"Castiël, you are like my big brother, but you know I can't let you do that."
Cas smiled warmly at Alfie, making Dean turn green with jealousy.

"I know, Samandriël. Don't worry. It's just to press my point home, Dean is not allowed to drive."
Dean glared at the kid, still clutching his keys.
"Yeah... butt out, Salmon... Simmin... Alfie. My Cas is bein' str'ckt to me..." Fuck! He definitely had too much. His mouth and brain were not working right.
Alfie chuckled and shook his blonde head.
"Too much heart has always been your problem, Castiël. Guard it, ok? I don't want to see it get broken."

Dean tilted his head at Alfie and frowned. What was that kid on about?
"Thank you for caring, Samandriël. I am ok though. I just need to get this inibriated lug home now." Cas said, still smiling at the kid. Cas should not smile at Alfie, Dean decided.
He sighed theatrically and shoved his keys over the bar.
"Here, Cas. You get us home. But not a scr'tch, you gomme?"
Cas inclined his head and carefully took the keys.
"Thank you, Dean. I will take excellent care of your Baby. Come on, let us go home."
He pulled Dean to his feet, tugged him in his jacket, and together they made their way to the door.

Dean was watching Cas drive his Baby, and he swallowed down a big lump.
Cas looked right at home. Black coat lying smoothly on the black leather of Baby's upholstery and his long, slender fingers caressing the steeringwheel.
Dean shuddered. What if those long fingers were to caress his cheeks, or even better, his collarbone, or his arms, or...
Dean bit his lip as his fantasy unfolded.

"Dean, are you ok? Do you feel sick?"
Cas' worried voice cut through Dean's daydreams like a hacksaw.
"Whu? No. 'M fine. Bit woozy, but I c'n hold m' lickr just fine."
A sceptic sideways glance out of those blue eyes.
"Are you certain? You were moaning a bit there."
Glad the car was dark, Dean ducked his head to hide his flaming cheeks.
"Yeah..'m ok. Mind was w'ndrin' a bit..."
Cas hummed and returned his focus to the road.

Once Baby was smoothly parked in her garage, Cas hauled Dean to the house.
Leaning against that warm, slender body, Dean was amazed at how strong Cas actually was. The guy didn't even stumble. He just manouvered Dean through the front door and helped him out of his shoes and jacket.
Trying to stay upright, Dean swayed on the spot.
"Hey, Cas?"
Cas closed the door to the wardrobe and turned to him.
"Yes Dean, what is it?" It sounded a bit exasperated.

"You're awesome..." Dean said, trying to get a hand in his pocket.
Cas grabbed both his shoulders to steady him and smiled softly.
"Thank you, Dean. That's nice to hear."
Dean's head flopped to the side and he studied those blue, blue eyes.
"Cas?" he breathed, not sure what he was going to say.
"Hm?" Cas replied, looking right back at him.

Dean let his hand slide along Cask neck and cup the back of that dark head.
His lips made a soft click as they parted.
Drunk as he was, Dean could still feel his heart thump like a drum.
"C'n I keep you?" he whispered and pressed his mouth to those pink lips in front of him.
Cas stiffened, then relaxed, a soft, keening sound coming from his throat.
Dean deepened the kiss and pulled Cas closer.

Cas moaned, then, oh wonder of wonders, he returned preassure. He was kissing back!
All too soon, Dean felt Cas pull back.
He whined and pulled at Cas to keep him close.
"Damnit, Dean... you're drunk. I can't do this." Cas said low, untangling himself from Dean's grip.
"No! Cas... I want this... really I do."
Cas' face told him he didn't believe Dean.
"I do, Cas... honest. I drank so much b'cs... 'Cause I wanted this so bad. But I can't have it."

Cas took Dean's chin between those slender yet strong fingers and forced him to look into those blue eyes.
"Is this true? You want to kiss me?" he asked, tone demanding an answer.
Dean mutely nodded, turned on beyond belief at this dominant behaviour.
Cas groaned and reattatched his mouth to Dean's, tongue demanding entrance.
Dean gladly gave it, revelling in the taste of Cas.