Castiel sat beside Dean on the couch and left a cushion between them. He had nothing against being close, in fact when he was young it was a bit of a problem. He always stood too close, and it bothered people so that after a while they called him creep to his face. Sometimes he felt very much like he didn't belong, like he just entered a new place with new customs that were impossible for him to understand.
"What were you thinking about?" Dean pressed the glass to his lips smiling at Cas, the red of the wine reflecting over his face.
"Nothing" Cas breathed, kicking his feet up he finished his wine.
"Careful killer, you'll drink me under the table" Dean said finishing his own.
"Somehow I doubt that"
Dean chuckled. He went to the kitchen and brought the second bottle (a Moscato) to the coffee table. Pouring them both a healthy glass, he dropped back into his corner of the couch.
The two went on for an hour about work, bemoaning the latest protocol changes with paperwork and the bosses new found love for phrases like "Well, you know what they say" followed by things that nobody ever said. Dean laughed full and easy at Castiel's solid impression of the boss. Just drunk enough, Cas stood and mimicked a typical conversation with the man, gestures spot on, Dean's laugh lifted an octave as he held his side the look of laughing so hard it hurt on his face. What Cas would do to see that look more often; Dean's features only enhanced by the lines that deepened with his brow furrowed and his smile full and wide breaking Castiel's heart as he watched Dean attempt to no avail to calm what Gabriel would describe as 'giggle-fits'. Cas always thought the term was too feminine or childish, but seeing Dean Winchester doubled over with a case of them was the sexiest thing that Castiel could ever recall seeing. Cas sat, trying to maintain a buzz and keep his heart light as the dread washed over him that he was in too deep with a man that would never reciprocate. He hummed into the wine glass as he calmed his own laughter.
"You know, you're not this much fun at work. Not even when we're away on trips" Dean turned on the couch leaving one leg draped over the edge and the other curled in front of him across the cushion between them.
"Well" Castiel said mimicking Dean's pose to face him, laying his free arm along the back of the couch. "That's work, and I'm not often drunk at work" He joyfully sipped at the sweet liquid that bubbled lightly on his tongue. He held the glass before him to inspect the yellow liquid as the bubbles ran up the inside of the glass "I never pegged you for a sweet wine drinker, figured you'd drink the really dry stuff… hmm maybe a red Zinfandel"
Dean stuck out his tongue and shuddered with clear disgust. It was Castiel's turn to have a mild case of the giggle fits. He sighed deeply to calm himself "Though, I never figured you to be a man who took creamer in his coffee"
"I've got an image to maintain" Dean stood. He pushed his hips back and placed his free hand just above them, pushing his chest out he held the glass gently cupped in his hand. "The image of a real man" Dean bellowed in a movie trailer voice and pantomimed flipping long Fabio hair.
Castiel shushed him and pulled him down to the couch by his hand. Dean beamed at him and sighed. Cas did his best to save face and pulled back immediately laughing as if he hadn't wrapped his fingers around Dean Winchester's hand and felt butterflies in his stomach and a heat in his groin. They had touched before, it wasn't like he crossed some line, and it isn't like he reached out and cupped his crotch, but it was all different for Castiel now.
Dean rested back into the couch humming to the lyrics The Lumineers crooned from the speakers. It was clear that there were many things Castiel did not know about Dean; His taste for creamer, sweet wine, and obviously for folk music. He chalked the last one up to the amount of hours he tolerated the music Cas played at work, but with all the other things he didn't know maybe Dean was truly enjoying the music.