This took a little while to get out because I didn't have much motivation. The lack of comments on the last chapter were a little discouraging. Oh well.

This chapter contains some kinky stuff. If you don't want to read that, I would advise you to skip it.

The next day, Dean immediately lunges for his cell phone. He's glad that he figured on having a hangover and took off today, because he wants to talk to Cas about what happened.

Hey Cas, uh, about what happened yesterday... With the whole 'mistletoe' thing, I'm okay if you want to talk about it. I actually sort of liked it, a little more than I probably should have.Dean sent, before he could lose his nerve. He checked and saw that he had a text from his brother, too. He decided to ignore it for the time being; he knew what it probably said, anyways.

I enjoyed the experience, too. I found it very pleasurable. Is this your way of telling me you'd like to repeat it? Cas texted back. Dean stared at the screen of his phone, unsure of how to respond. Would telling him yes be too forward? What kind of response was Cas expecting at this point?

Yeah, I would like to repeat the experience. I think I might not be as straight as originally presumed. Dean finally settles on that. Because, in reality, he doesn't have to worry about Cas never talking to him again. Cas wouldn't do something like that, even if the feelings aren't returned. Cas would very technically explain that he didn't want Dean back, and Dean would be fine with that, as long as they could stay friends.

I had guessed as much. Does this mean you'd like to meet later? How do people usually go about these things? Cas texted back. Dean breathed out a sigh of relief. It might not have been a 'take me, I'm yours', but with Cas, this was a huge step. Dean knew exactly what he wanted to do, too. He wanted to take this slow, ease into things. He wanted to make Cas happy and do grossly romantic couple shit with him for a little while. From what he had gathered, Cas hadn't done much of that. Dean wanted him to have the experience.

I would love to meet. How about we go to the movies? As a date. I'll pick you up in a couple hours?

I would enjoy that. I've never really gone on a date with a man, so this will be a new experience. I'll see you then. Cas responded. Dean immediately jumped up and pumped his fist into the air. Really, he shouldn't be all that surprised; the feeling had clearly been mutual. But, with Cas, you never really knew. Dean supposed that probably had something to do with the reason he liked Cas in the first place; he was unpredictable. Dean loved it when he had to guess at what a person was thinking, he loved trying to figure someone out. Cas was perfect for someone like him.

Dean realized then that he only had two hours to get ready. He immediately jumped up and ran to the shower, shedding his clothes and jumping into the warm spray. He quickly washed, rinsed, scrubbed, and shaved, knowing that stubble might get in the way if they were going to be doing any kissing, since he didn't know how Cas felt about it. He brushed his teeth and gargled mouth wash, taking a second to check his phone again. He saw the blinking message sign from his brother, and decided that now was a good time to open it.

So I'm gonna guess I'm going to have to forcibly rip you from the closet soon. Unless you have something you'd like to tell me about you and Cas.

Dean cringed. Well, it was now or never, he supposed. I maybe sorta have a crush on a dude. That doesn't mean anything, okay? Don't be an asshat about this.

I'm not trying to be an asshat. I love and support you no matter what, okay? I never would have sent him to stand underneath that mistletoe if I felt like being an asshat. If it helps, I see the way you looked at each other, and I think you two have some serious potential. I've always thought you were probably not entirely heterosexual. That's okay. I, uh, actually did some experimenting with my room mate, in college. How far have you guys gone? Whoa. That was news to Dean.

That's a little personal, dude. And I never knew that. You experimented with the Lucifer guy? Wow, okay then. Dean texted back. The guy had always given Dean the creeps, but hey, he wasn't all that surprised. Sam had always been the type to be curious about the world, about himself... Dean could see where he would want to be sure of his sexuality, too.

Come on, you can talk to me. Yes, the Lucifer guy. He went by Luci, you know. Sam said. Dean shrugged.

I'm not falling for the peer pressure, buddy. You saw our first kiss, if that gives you any hints. Yeah, I know about his stupid nickname. He acted like Lucifer though, so I'm keeping things how they should be. Dean messaged back. He walked into the kitchen and made himself tea, rather than coffee. Because it had been a long time since he'd tried any of it, and it couldn't hurt to smell like something Cas liked. Of course, according to Cas, his 'natural' scent was pretty damn appealing, too.

Okay then. Tell me if anything develops. Hey man, I love you. Sam responds. Dean rolls his eyes at the chick-flick moment, and tosses his phone onto the couch. The shower, tea, shaving, and texting had taken up an hour of his time, and he was still walking around the house entirely naked. Yeah, it was time to put some clothes on.

In the end, he decided that he would go in his regular clothes; A pair of jeans, his leather jacket, a flannel underneath and a white T-shirt. The movies could be cold most of the time, so he tried to layer up. He assumed that Cas would wear his own trench coat, but if he didn't, Dean was fully prepared to lend one of his own layers. Sure, it was cliché as hell, but cliché worked for a reason. He figured his jacket would probably be saturated in his "natural scent", as Cas liked to put it, anyways.

He lay around for about half an hour after he was done, dramatically over thinking everything that had happened over the last few weeks and knowing that Benny and Garth were going to tease him to no end about what had happened between him and Cas at the party. He'd like to be able to tell them that they were right, that he was bi, but he wasn't sure how he would fare coming out to somebody that wasn't close to him.

Besides, what if this all turned out to be just a phase? What if Cas ended up being the only dude he liked, and then they split up? Would he have a permanent label? These were things that he had to think about, before he decided what it was okay to tell people.

Until, eventually, it was only ten minutes until he had said he would be there. Figuring that it would be a good time to show up, and not wanting to think about everything anymore, he sauntered on over to his friend's door, and gave a light knock. There was the sound of shuffling from inside, and then a loud bump. After that, a few moment's silence, before the lock was turned, and the door swung open.

Cas was in a white, button-down shirt and blue jeans. His eyes looked a little brighter right then. His trench coat was hanging lazily on the back of his computer chair, and his desk was meticulously organized. Dean's breath caught in his throat as his eyes scanned up and down his friend's body.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel prompted, leaning against the door. His blue tie was tied wrong, and Dean suddenly got the urge to fix it. His hair was still slightly damp from what Dean presumed was probably a shower, and was just as crazy as it always was.

"Heya, Cas." Dean finally said, looking him up and down. Cas leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Dean in an awkward hug, and it took a second before Dean finally got the picture and slowly started to hug back. He held onto Cas for a minute, longer than he would usually hang on to somebody, but he got the overwhelming urge to just... hold Cas.

Cas nuzzled into his shoulder, and he felt the other breathe in deeply. A small smile came to Dean's face.

Finally they parted, and Dean patted Cas's shoulder. Cas had a small smile on his face, one that Dean had come, in the two meetings before this, to love. It suddenly occurs to him that, while this is the first 'official' date, they have been acting like a couple for much longer than that. Really, their first date was the coffee shop.

"You wanna go?" He asks. Cas nods his head.

They sit down at the theatre, in the very back row. In the middle are a couple of teenagers, and in the front are a an elderly couple. Other than that, Dean thinks they're probably the only ones there. The theatre is cold, he was right, but Cas and he are both covered. A little bit disappointing, but Dean would never admit it.

The title sequence starts, and Dean feels Cas's hand firmly on his knee.

"What is it?" He questions, worried that Cas might need something. He'd offered to get popcorn, but Cas had declined, claiming he was full. If he wanted something now, Dean would be happy to go and get it. He'd already seen the latest Godzilla, and he'd mostly picked the movie because he wanted to see Castiel's reaction. So, missing some of it would bother him none.

Cas looks slightly confused. "Nothing. I just thought you may desire physical contact. Is it not welcome?" Cas questions. His hand twitches, as if he's getting the urge to move it away.

"No, of course not! I, uh, tend to enjoy physical contact. No big deal." Dean says, smoothly. "i just thought you might have wanted something."

The couple in the middle of the theatre turns around and glares at them, so Dean shuts his mouth. He's been in their situation before, so he knows that they're probably pissed off at him for talking through it. They have a right to be, really.

So, he remains silent for at least the next ten minutes. Well, as long as he can, really.

Because, every time something happens on the screen to make Cas jump, his hand goes just a little bit higher. Until it's halfway up Dean's thigh, and Dean is starting to get a little hard from the warmth and the pressure. He's already slid his jacket off, hoping the cool air will give him a distraction. He's tried thinking about everything and anything else, he's tried pinching his own arm, and he still can't get the feeling of arousal to go away. Eventually, he's at half mast and pushing hard against his zipper, and he has to say something, because if Cas doesn't move his hand, he might end up having the worst case of blue balls in his life.

"Cas?" He questions quietly, his voice coming out a little gruffer than he intended. Cas turns to him, his eyebrows knitted together. He knows something's wrong, he just doesn't know what. "Are you... Aware, of how far your hand has drifted up my leg? I mean, I'm not complaining, it's just..."

Dean vaguely gestures around the movie theatre, but Cas doesn't see it. Instead, his eyes go straight to Dean's crotch, glued to his erection. Dean shifts uncomfortably, and Cas's eyes finally go back to his. His hand is still in the same spot, and it's hot like a branding iron and Dean doesn't know what to do. Finally, he says fuck it and just lets himself get hard.

"I can fix that." Cas mumbles, glancing back down to Dean's bulge. If Dean had been drinking water, he most certainly would have choked on it. He glances around the mostly empty theatre, still a little self-concious. Does he mean later, or...?

"Like, now?" Dean asked, eyebrows raising. Cas's face remains entirely blank as he shakes his head yes, and Dean's dick gives a throb in his pants at the idea. Still, there are other people here, and... "In public?"

"Well, you aren't planning on being loud, are you?" Cas questions. His hand moves up, brushing against Dean's bulge, and Dean lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding in. Cas's hand is hovering above the button on his jeans, his eyes begging permission. Cas wants this almost as much as he does.

"I, uh, guess not." Dean says, shifting a bit in the seat. Cas's hand is now pressed firmly against the bulge. "If you really want to, you can."

Castiel's hand pushes down the tiniest bit, and Dean lets his head fall back. His eyes are closed, and he's focused entirely on trying not to make a sound as Cas's hand moves to unbutton his jeans, and his erection slowly comes out. It's thick, and Cas reaches into his pants to slip it through the hole in his underwear, bringing it out into the light. Cas keeps a hand wrapped around the base, and he leans a little closer to get a good view of it.

Dean's right hand is gripping the seat at this point, fingernails digging into plastic as he tries not to make a noise. Cas lifts his hand from Dean, and he almost lets out a small noise of protest, before he realizes that Cas is simply getting himself ready. His tongue is slowly coating his hand in saliva, and Dean watches, fascinated, as Cas's tongue slowly works on himself. Dean's dick is throbbing more, begging for attention, until Cas finally deems himself ready.

Dean lets out a small gasp as the hand wraps around his cock again. Cas's breath is suddenly as his ear, his voice low, for nobody but Dean to hear. "You're so thick. One of the thickest I've seen, even in porn."

The voice sounds thoughtful, and the technical talk makes Dean even harder. He's not sure how, but Cas is making him want it more than ever. He's not even thinking about how he's being beaten off by a dude, only focusing on Cas's breath in his ear, his hand slowly, agonizingly slowly, pumping up and down, up and down...

Dean lets out a heavy sigh, his arm gripping tighter at the chair. The entire room feels too hot then, and Cas's thumb lightly grazes the tip of his cock. He lets his hips give a small buck, two or three inches off the chair, and he notices in the dim room that Cas is smiling. Dean bites his lip hard as Cas increases his pace, up and down and squeezing a little harder before going a little faster, oh god, this was the best handjob he'd ever gotten.

Cas leans in, nuzzling his neck. Dean natrually lets his head fall to the side, eyes glazed over. His hips are working on their own accord now, slowly and steadily giving shallow thrusts into the fist. Castiel gives a small lick to his neck before attaching his lips, nipping and sucking. Dean is so lost in the moment at this point he can barely control his breathing, and he has no clue how he's managing to stay quiet.

His hand naturally pats around in Cas's lap, until he finds the man's own bulge. Cas freezes as he does, hand going still. Dean realizes what he's done and immediately pulls his hand back like hot coals.

"I'm sorry, dude, I should have asked permission." He says, immediately. Cas pulls away from his neck, eyes hooded and lust-filled.

"It's fine, go ahead. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life; it just came as a bit of a surprise." He admits. Dean nods his head, a small thrill of excitement going through him. He raises his own hand to his mouth and spits on it, using his tongue to smear around the makeshift lubricant. Cas hums against his neck in approval once his cock is out, and Dean wastes no time in wrapping his hand around it and starting a fast pace, almost immediately.

Cas's lips attach to his own, and a warm tongue pushes against his. He parts them, his own tongue meeting the other. Cas does this weird thing where he traces the roof of Dean's mouth, and he gives a hard shudder. Cas does it again, this time pressing down on his sensitive cockhead at the same time.

Dean can't help the small, "Ah!" He let into Cas's mouth, and he felt Castiel's dick give a soft throb at the noise. He squeezes just a little harder, using some of the small wrist twists that Cas was currently indulging him in, and Cas responds by slowly beginning to move his hips with Dean's hand.

Cas and Dean break apart, both shallowly gasping for breath. Cas pushes his forehead up against Dean's, and their eye contact is the most intense it's ever been as they sync rhythms, going starting to go at the same pace. Dean's body feels hot all over and there's a burning in his lower abdomen, something he's more than familiar with. By the looks of things, Cas isn't doing much better. He's panting and hot and rocking his hips back and forth into Dean's hand, and Dean is doing the same. It's like some crazy syncronized dance, and Dean feels more alive than he had in awhile. It's like every nerve, ever cell in his body, every thought was centred around this moment.

Then, Cas let out a small gasp. Suddenly, both of them were cumming together, silent and beautiful and hot, and Cas's tongue was in his mouth again wild with passion and affection and emotion. Dean thought that he'd never feel anything that hot again in his life, as he pulled his wet hand off of Castiel's now softening cock.

His hand is covered in cum, and he lifts it up, looking for something to wipe it on. Suddenly, a hankerchief is shoved into his hand by Cas, and it's already slightly damp. Dean can assume that Cas is already cleaned up.

Cas takes the hankerchief back and shoves it into his coat pocket. Once they're certain all the cum has dried, Cas slips a hand into Dean's, putting the cup holder in between their seats down so that they wouldn't be suspended in midair. His eyes flicker back to the big screen, and Dean watches him react to the rest of the movie, still high from endorphins and the smell of cum still lingering in the air.

Hey, they might have missed twenty minutes, but the rest of the movie was pretty darn good.

They were standing outside of Cas's apartment, and Dean was happy as hell. He was leaning up against the door frame, kissing Cas slowly and sensually, one hand around his waist. Hell yeah, he was bi. If he wasn't, there was no way he would have enjoyed tonight as much as he did. Not just the handjobs, but Cas himself. They had talked a little more, Cas had made a really terrible joke, and they had held hands the entire way back. Dean thought that it had been the best date he'd ever been on, even if it had been a little cliché.

They slowly pulled away, neither of them really wanting to.

"I'll see you again soon, Hunter?" Cas purred. Dean nodded his head mutely for a moment, trying to think of a suave answer.

"Anytime, Angel." He said, giving Cas a small kiss on the forehead. Cas nods, and Dean and him step away. The door is shut before they have the chance to say anything else.

Dean can't wait for their next date.