Day Twelve: Making Out

Dean's phone vibrated on the counter next to him. He picked it up and answered when he saw who was calling.

"Cas?"

"Hey, Dean, um are you busy?"

Dean looked around the empty apartment and watched as Harley scurried across the living room floor, chasing a fake mouse.

"Nope," he said, exaggerating the 'p'.

"If I give you an address, will you come?"

Dean's heart skipped a beat, "Are you okay?" Cas didn't sound scared or upset, but he couldn't be sure. Why was he calling him so late on a Sunday night anyway? Where was he? He should be home by now. "Cas, what's wrong?"

Cas giggled, "I'm fine, Dean, but I need you to come to this address," Dean wrote down the address, "-and bring a light jacket." Cas hung up without another word.

Dean put Harley in Cas' room, as she meowed in protest, "I'll be right back, promise." He patted her on the head and left.

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Cas rubbed his hands on jeans. He was nervous and he hoped Dean wouldn't think he was an idiot for doing this. He wanted it to be perfect. He had put a lot of effort into this…it had to be perfect.

He leaned against the wall, waiting for Dean to come. People walked past him, little kids complaining that they were tired, couples holding hands and whispering to each other. His stomach had a million butterflies in it and he felt nauseous. He ran a hand through his hair, no doubt messing it up. Dean had done so much for him, he deserved this, he reminded himself.

A cab pulled up to the curb and Dean stepped out looking frantic. He gave the driver his money and bounded up to Cas.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here? What happened?" He grabbed Cas' arms and inspected him for injury.

Cas smiled, "I'm fine, Dean," he grabbed Dean's face, "I'm fine. I-this is a surprise date." He looked at Dean, hoping he wouldn't think it was stupid.

Dean looked at the building behind him and then at Cas, "Ice…skating? It's the middle of summer, Cas."

Cas smirked, "I know, but it's something neither of us has done and I thought it was…different." He looked down at his feet embarrassed.

He heard Dean sigh as he pulled Cas close to his body, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tightly. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, clutching at his jacket.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go ice skating," Dean said with a wink. With and arm around Cas' shoulders and one of Cas' arms still around Dean's waist, they walked into the rink.

"It's empty."

Cas nodded, "I asked if they could keep it open an hour later, I had to pay a few dollars extra, but it was worth it." He smiled up at Dean who dipped his head to kiss the top of Cas' head.

They grabbed their skates and went out to the ice.

"Okay, so how do I do this?" Cas asked, nervously staring at the ice. Dean stepped onto the ice, a little wobbly at first, but he turned to face Cas and held out a hand.

Cas took his hand and stepped onto the ice, "Oh God, don't let go," He closed his eyes as Dean pulled him forward. He began to wonder if this was such a good idea after all.

"Don't worry, I won't. Just take it slow; remember, I've never done this either."

Cas opened his eyes and relaxed when he realized he was steady on the ice. Dean pushed off with one foot and propelled both of them forward. Cas wobbled and held out the other hand for balance.

"I can do this, this isn't too bad," he said, trying to reassure himself.

They glided slowly for a while, getting use to the ice and the skates. Cas' heart was no longer pounding and his butterflies were gone. He enjoyed the light breeze that played with his hair as they took a turn.

"So, an angel of the Lord has never been ice skating?" Dean asked, pulling Cas closer to his side.

Cas shook his head, "No ice rinks in Heaven, Dean." He looked to Dean and saw that he was deep in thought, there was something else he wanted to ask, Cas could feel it, "What's on your mind?"

"Hm?" Dean hadn't realized that Cas saw him contemplating another question. "Oh, um…why me?"

Cas tilted his head, "What do you mean?"

"Why did I receive a guardian angel and why did said guardian angel fall in love with me?"

"Everyone has a guardian angel, it's up to the angel if they want to show themselves or not. When I was assigned to watch over you I never thought I'd be one of those angels who show themselves. But as I watched you grow up, I saw your struggles; your parents dying, your struggle to keep you and Sam in school so you two could have a normal life." Cas paused, listening to the sound of their skates on the ice.

"So what ultimately made you want to show yourself?"

Cas thought about it for a moment, "When you got your acceptance letter to the University. You and Sam were both ecstatic about it, but I saw that you feared for Sam and you were afraid to leave him. I knew Sam would get into the same University, but you needed someone there to keep you grounded."

"And that's when I ran into you at the airport," Dean said.

Cas nodded, "I didn't know I would fall in love with you though."

Dean stopped abruptly, causing Cas to lose his balance. They teetered with each other for a moment, trying not to let the other fall, but Cas' skates slipped under him and he fell forward onto Dean. Dean clutched Cas' jacket as they topped backwards. They landed on the ice, both of them a giddy mess. Their laughing making it almost impossible to get back up, so they laid on the ice, Cas on top of Dean, using his elbows to prop himself up.

Dean reached up and ran his hands through Cas' hair. Cas closed his eyes, sighing at the touch. Dean's hands rested on the base of Cas' neck. Cas leaned against Dean, putting his arms on either side of Dean's head, bringing his lips closer to his.

Cas hovered over Dean's lips, patiently waiting for Dean to close the gap, but he didn't. Instead, Dean stared into Cas' eyes, like he was searching for something. Cas wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about Cas' lips on his? Was he waiting for Cas to make the first move? Or was he thinking about what Cas said? Did he still doubt that he wasn't worthy of Cas' love, and angel's love?

Because he was. He was worth it all. Dean was worth living a human life. He was worth the struggle to become human. Everything Dean did amazed Cas. How he mumbled in the morning when Cas tried to wake him up. How some days, his hair never laid flat. Cas enjoyed watching Dean cook, a smile always on his face. He loved the way Dean touched him. Whether it was a hand on his back, warning him not to step back to quickly or else the dinner would end up on the floor or Dean's fingers trailing over his palm as he attempted to hold his hand.

Right now, all he wanted was Dean's kiss, his gorgeous lips on Cas', the gentle touch of soft lips.

Cas closed the gap between them, unable to old back any longer. Dean's head lifted slightly off the ice, kissing Cas back. Their noses bumped, and Cas could feel Dean's smile against his. He held Cas against his chest as he sat up, their lips never leaving each other. Dean ran his hands through Cas' hair, stroking his neck. Cas straddled Dean's legs and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.

He wasn't sure how long they sat there, they got lost in each other's kisses and soft sighs. Every so often, their eyes would meet each other, making Cas' pulse quicken and Dean's hands clutch at Cas' hair.

This was what was perfect, wanting each other close and touching each other. Connecting in ways only lovers could.

Dean kissed the corner of Cas' mouth, his jaw, his neck…

Cas pulled Dean's head back and kissed his perfectly bowed lip, his cheek, his temple…

Cas rested the side of his head against Dean's, hugging him close, stroking his back. One of Dean's hands traveled down his back, while the other stayed in his hair.

They sat like that for a while before Dean spoke up, "I think the ice is soaking through my pants. I can't feel my ass."

Cas laughed and reluctantly pulled away from the hug. On unsteady feet, he pulled Dean up with him. They held each other until they were sure they wouldn't fall.

They took one more lap around the rink before leaving.

Back in the apartment they fell asleep in each other's arms, Cas' head against Dean's chest, Dean's head resting on the top of Cas' head, and little Harley, curled up in the curve of Cas' legs.