A little later than usual, but still here! ^.^

"So, what are you going to wear tonight, Casanova?"

Cas rolled his eyes at his sister. He had just got home and was fixing himself a drink. He was a little nervous about tonight. Tonight was Benny's bachelor party. He didn't know anyone that was going to be there. He knew their faces and their names because he met everyone last night, but they were all completely new people. That alone had him nervous enough, but then there was Dean, like the cherry on top of the nerve-wracking sundae that was tonight.

Last night after the rehearsal was over, he and Dean stood outside of the church and talked for a little bit. It wasn't very long, maybe twenty minutes. He found out a little about Dean, not much. They just sort of fleshed out the parts Cas already knew about the firefighter bit and Dean's car. Dean found out Cas was house hunting and told him if he needed any help that Dean could provide some assistance since he went through the experience not too long ago.

It was nice, and all Cas wanted to do was fucking kiss him. His lips… Dean's lips were just… so… fucking kissable! It was unreal how kissable they looked. He wanted to test them out… for science… even though he hated the subject, he would take one for the science world. Dean's lips were an area that needed to be explored thoroughly… by his lips… and tongue… and – dear God, Cas had to stop thinking about Dean's mouth.

Cas took a drink of his rum and coke minus the coke. "I don't know."

"Cas, are you going to be okay?" Charlie asked, bemused at the fact that Cas had the rum and coke sitting out in front of him, but he forgot to put the coke in the rum.

"Hopefully. Tonight will either be a really fun night or I will come home mortified beyond all belief that I couldn't control myself and I kissed a straight man in front of his family and friends."

"So, how are you going to contain yourself until they get there?"

Cas had forgot about that. Fucking hell… Since he didn't know much about the game of poker, Dean offered to teach him some things before the game started. He invited him over early so they could play a couple of rounds. "I – I don't know…"

Charlie walked up to her brother and patted his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Cas. Just…"

"Just what?" Cas said, looking down at Charlie.

Charlie shrugged. "Try not to rape him?"

Cas shook his head at his sister, taking his glass with him as he walked into his room. He had to figure out what to do about tonight. So, while he was showering, he convinced himself that Dean was straight. All the gazes, all the flirting, everything, it was all in his head. None of that really happened. Not the way Cas saw it, anyway. Dean wouldn't have even spoken to Cas had it not been for the wedding and needing his sound equipment. Dean wasn't gay, he wasn't attracted to Cas. End of story.

Cas got out of the shower and looked at his clothes. He wasn't going to let this get to him. There were plenty of guys out there that Cas could be with. Dean probably had this effect on everyone. Charlie was probably having issues with Dean's attractiveness. Cas grabbed his favorite black button down that was slightly faded from wear and his brand new black vest. Though the two articles of clothing were two different shades, they still went well with one another. He put it on and decided it was missing a little something, so he put on a red tie. He paired it with his favorite black slacks and took a long hard look at himself in the mirror. He figured if Dean wasn't gay before tonight, this outfit might change his mind.

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Dean had been Haley free since last night, which meant that he didn't get to see Cas at school today. He was kind of a little bummed out about it until he realized he'd get to see him tonight. Of course, then he got a little bummed out that he was even bummed out to start with. It was an emotional process Dean was getting used to. Think about Cas, stop thinking about Cas, then regret it all. He did a lot of thinking about Cas last night though.

After he'd left the church, he came home and really thought about his feelings. Was this all purely sexual or did he honestly like Cas? He didn't know much about the man, but what he did know, he really liked. He'd come to terms with being attracted to Cas. He realized that just because he was attracted to Cas didn't mean he couldn't be attracted to girls too. Because regardless of how he felt towards Cas, girls were still hot. So, maybe it was just Cas? Maybe there was just something about him. Maybe he had this effect on everyone. Because after really digging through his past, he could honestly say there wasn't a guy he would've slept with until Cas came along.

Regardless, this was all still a little pointless since Cas wasn't gay. Cas was just one of those shy, nerdy guys that probably clamed up around girls. Dean still wanted to be friends with Cas. He was still cool and easy to talk to. Dean needed new friends. Cas was just what the doctor ordered as far as Dean was concerned.

But that didn't stop him from getting nervous the closer it got to Cas showing up. When he heard the knock, Dean stared at the front door for a second. "We can do this, Winchester. Just don't look into his eyes. Whatever you do, don't look into his eyes…"

Dean walked over to the door and opened it, finding a very well-dressed Cas standing on his front step. "Well, look at you. I must've met you on a laundry day or something," Dean told him.

Cas chuckled and looked down at his clothes. "I just kind of felt like dressing up. You never know where the night will take us."

Dean smirked, nodding his head as he imagined where he wouldn't mind the night taking them. "Come on in. I don't have much time to turn you into a poker master."

"Poker can't be that hard…"

"You gotta know when to hold 'em and you gotta know when to fold 'em," Dean told him as he walked into the kitchen.

"Alright, Kenny Rogers. Let's just play some poker," Cas joked as he followed Dean.

"Alright, so you have ten different hands. The worst hand you can have is a high card hand. Which is basically you're banking on winning with your highest card. If this is your hand, fold," Dean said as he went about finishing dinner. Cas picked up the cards and started looking through them.

"Star Wars cards?" Cas asked, laughing.

Dean looked over his shoulder, glaring at Cas. "Yeah, Star Wars. What did you expect? Naked ladies? It's fucking playing cards."

Cas held up his hands. "Sorry… nerd."

"Keep it up. This nerd is going to beat your ass with those Star Wars playing cards." Dean paused, looking at the wall in front of him as he processed what he'd just said. He quickly added, "At poker, I mean," before going back to stirring the baked beans.

Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean's back. Did he really need to clarify himself? Cas quickly stomped on that kind of thinking and pushed Dean for more information. "And the second to worst hand?"

"A pair. Any two cards of the same rank. If we all have pairs then the higher pair wins. Same goes for two pair, which is the next hand. After that, there's three of a kind, which is pretty self-explanatory. Then there's the straight. That's any five cards in a row. A flush is any five cards of the same suit. They don't have to be in order, just the same suit. Then you got a full house which is – "

"A 90s TV show?"

Dean chuckled. "Are you even paying attention?" Dean asked as he looked over his shoulder to find Cas looking at the cards.

"Darth Vader is the joker. That's funny."

"That would be a no."

Cas looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry. You were going kind of fast and I got distracted. Can I write this stuff down?"

Dean smirked again. "I saved you the time and already did it for you. Look on the poker table in the living room. There's a cheat sheet on the table."

Cas walked into the living room and retrieved the sheet, bringing it back into the kitchen with him as he looked it over. "This is great," Cas said as he stood at the island. Cas started making hands with the cards, practicing what they look like. They sat in amicable silence as Cas studied the sheet and Dean continued to cook. "Wait, what am I missing? A royal flush and a straight flush is the same thing…"

Dean walked over to where Cas was sitting and leaned into Cas' personal space. Cas got a really good look at Dean up close. Cas could practically count all of Dean's freckles. His scruff was just the right amount of scruffy. His hair looked so soft. He smelled so, so good. Cas found himself leaning into Dean a little. He couldn't help it. The man was like a fucking magnet and Cas was just a hard piece of metal.

Dean tried to concentrate on what Cas wasn't getting but all he could really comprehend was Cas standing right beside him. Dean looked up and found Cas looking at him. Dean had avoided it before now. He had avoided looking into Cas' eyes, but he did it. He looked, and he couldn't look away.

Cas' eyes darted down to Dean's lips. They were so close. Christ, how did they get so close? He just wanted to kiss him. How bad would it be? Just to do it? He could apologize. He could even leave if he had to. At least he could say that he got to kiss Dean Winchester.

The second Cas' eyes broke the spell when they looked down at Dean's lips, Dean knew Cas wanted to kiss him. Maybe Cas was gay. There was only one way to find out, and if it went badly, then Cas would leave, but at least Dean could say he got to kiss Cas Novak.

As if someone fired a gun to start a race, both men lunged for one another. Their lips crashed together in a rough, heated kiss as they pulled one another closer. It took both of them a moment to realize the other one was kissing them back and that there was no objections to what was happening.

They both pulled away at the same time and asked, "You're gay?!"

"Yes," Cas answered.

"Kind of," Dean replied at the same time.

"Kind of?" Cas asked in confusion.

"It's… it's complicated," Dean tried to explain.

Cas frowned. "Either you like guys or you don't… not that complicated."

"I don't. Well, I haven't before you…"

"So then you're just gay for me?" Cas asked, trying to understand.

"I think so."

Cas thought for a second, his eyes darting all over Dean's face as he contemplated what Dean had just said. "I'm okay with that."

They both smiled at one another before they started kissing again. Hands were roaming all over: getting lost in hair, being shoved up shirts, cupping jaws. They both wanted to touch everything all at once but were burdened with only having two hands. Dean had Cas pressed against the island, his leg pushed between Cas' legs. Dean had started moving his kisses away from Cas' lips when there was a knock at the door.

It took both men a second to realize someone knocked. "Who's here?"

"I don't know. Maybe if we ignore them, they'll go away," Dean said.

They waited for a moment before the person knocked again. This time the knock was a rhythm and Dean knew exactly who it was. "Fucking Sammy…"

"How do you know?"

Dean pulled himself away from Cas, straightening his shirt. Cas tried to fix Dean's hair for him since it was his fault it was messed up. "Sam always does the 'Shave and a haircut' beat, but he never finishes it."

"The what?"

Dean frowned at Cas. "You've never heard of that?" Dean asked. "Shave and a haircut, two bits?" he sang.

Cas shook his head slowly. Before Dean could make a smartass comment, Sam knocked again. Dean motioned to Cas' hair. "Go fix your hair… I kind of…"

"Gotcha…"

Cas hurried to the bathroom as Dean answered the door. Sam frowned at Dean. "What's going on?"

Dean frowned back. "Nothing."

"What took you so long to answer the door?"

"Showing Cas around," Dean answered quickly.

Sam gave his brother a once over. Dean didn't look like he'd been up to anything. Sam narrowed his eyes at him. "Where's Cas?"

"Bathroom. Are you done with the interrogation, Sherlock? Are you just going to stand out there or are you going to come in?"

Sam walked pasted Dean as he entered the house, eyeing his brother suspiciously. Dean rolled his eyes and shut the door. "You're here early."

"So is Cas," Sam said accusingly.

"Cas doesn't know how to play poker. I was teaching him," Dean motioned to the cheat sheet and cards spread out on the island.

Sam walked over to the evidence and nodded. "The slumber party started early, so I took Haley over to Mom and Dad's and headed over here. I sent you a text."

Dean looked around and realized his phone wasn't in the kitchen. "I must've left it in the bedroom."

"What were you doing in there?" Sam asked suspiciously.

Did everyone think he was gay? What the fuck is wrong with everyone? "What the fuck do you mean what was I doing in there? It's my fucking bedroom, Sammy. What in the hell do you do in your bedroom? What's gotten into you?"

Sam realized he was asking too many questions. He cleared his throat, but before he could apologize, Cas walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Sam," Cas greeted.

Sam smiled at Cas. "Hey, Cas."

Sam noticed a small red mark on Cas' neck as he came and stood beside him. He then noticed that both Cas and Dean were sporting red, swollen lips. Sam smirked at the two of them as Dean tried to help Cas understand the difference between a royal flush and a straight flush. I'll be damned, Sam thought. She's always right…

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