Okay Hai :D
There are a few things that need to be said about this mini story…
I wrote this one my phone.. And the punctuation on my phone is so shit that it's go the speech marks mixed up.. So they'll be shit…
This is perhaps the worst makeout scene I've ever written.. The beginning was alright…. But the last bits were shit….
It is really short….. I know.. But it is just a ficlet.. And It was just a make-up bromance thing….
I haven't watched all the episodes… Im kinda very behind.. Seen bits of S4, 5 and 6 and all of S1 and 2… So both characters might be a bit OOC .. Sorry .
Bro-Hug
Summary: Dean tells Cas the God isn't a nice guy and Cas gets in a huff and doesn't show for a few days.. After Sam has a little moan about being rude, Dean calls on Cas to apologise.
"Cas," Dean sat on the floor, leant against the wall to the left of the motel door, staring into the rain that fell beyond the porch. "I know I fucked up." He continued talking to the air,"I know you can hear me, Cas, you son of a bitch. I'm sorry for what I said about the 'big guy.'" Dean let his head drop back and lean against the wall and he closed his eyes, " You know," he said, "I can understand where you're coming from. Back when I was a kid, anyone rude about my dad, I beat the crap out of them." Dean drew his legs closer to his chest, "When I said that Mr. Almighty wasn't the guy you worshipped him for. I meant it, but not because I'm a jerk. Well, I am a jerk, but that's not why I said it." He opened his eyes and stared off into the rain again, "I said it 'cause that's what I think. To me he ain't the nicest of guys, he let Ash die, and mom, and dad, and Sammy once." He closed his eyes again, pushing his sleeves further up his arms. " And all these fucking angels keep appearing tellin' me I gotta do gods will. Save the world from Satan. But god ain't never been nice to me, never done anything for me, always left me to dig at the dirt. Try and save my own ass, and loosing everyone I give a crap about in the process." He wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his head on top. "So when I said he wasn't the guy you though he was. I meant it. 'Cause the guys not nice to the ones he wants to use and he doesn't do crap for the guys that help his sorry ass." Dean slumped, releasing his arms, hands and legs and again let his head drop back against the wall. "But if it upset you, then I'm sorry. I don't think I could bare losing you, not after you became part of my family. So Cas if you come on down we can hug this out like the brothers we are and pretend it never happened."
Too his left the was a movement. Dean turn his head, sat up against the wall with one leg bent up and one straight, wearing his sandy brown trench coat, was Castiel. He wasn't looking at Dean, but he spoke any way, just loud enough to be heard over the downpour,
"You have become a part of my family, as much as I yours. And although what you said about the Almighty was wrong, I can understand your motives. So I guess I forgive you." Cas looked at Dean, "Being with you and Sam these past months, its shown me that I need people. I don't think I could live without you two."
Dean pushed himself off the ground and stood in front of the angel, holding out a hand to pull him up. Cas took his hand and stood up being pulled into tight bro-hug.
"Kiss me, Cas." Dean mumbled after a few minutes, "Kiss me in the rain." Castiel pulled back a little he frowned,
"Dean?" He asked.
"You heard me, Cas." Dean said, "Kiss me in the rain." He broke the embrace and walked out into the downpour, turning to look at the angel. He opened his arm, "Come out, Cas. Think of it as a kiss and make up."
A moment later Cas was in front of Dean.
"I've never… I've not…" Cas stammered. Dean smiled,
"Have you never kissed anyone Cas?" He asked. Castiel looked at the floor.
Dean stepped closer to the angel and lifted his face with a finger under his chin.
"It's alright." He whispered, "Just follow my lead." He pushed his lips onto the angel, stepping a leg between his legs and leaning in, gripping Castiel's arm. The angel mirrored his movements. Dean opened his mouth a little, waiting for Cas to do the same. As he copied Dean claimed the angel's mouth, thrusting his tongue in running it over the older mans teeth.
Castiel wrapped an arm under Dean's arm, trailing his fingers down his spine. Dean shivered and pressed himself closer to the angel wrapping an arm around his neck.
Around them the rain still poured, soaking both men, water ran down both their faces and dripped on their clothes.
After many minutes, Dean and Castiel pulled apart. They leant forehead-to-forehead, Cas smiled,
"Well, this could make things sufficiently awkward." He commented, amused. Dean threaded his fingers through Castiel's and held both their hands up to the sky. He turned his face to look at the way the lamp light reflected off of the men's rain soaked interlocked hands. He smiled.
"I think the most awkward thing about it will be telling Sam." Dean murmured. Castiel smiled and turn to face Dean again, who turn to face Cas.
Castiel pushed his lip to Dean's lightly before pulling away. He pulled away and gently pulled away from Dean's embrace, smiling widely.
"Call me when you have." He said and flashed himself away.
"Son. Of. A. Bitch." Dean roared and raced to the motel door, to get out of the rain.