You're the devil in disguise
Chapter Seven: Not of Import
Castiel stares down at the wide selection of alcohol in front of him. "…Dean…I believe this qualifies as 'over doing it'." He points out, looking to the excited man.
"Nope, not at all. Drink them." Dean orders and Castiel looks to the men across from them desperately. There's nothing he wants to sample here, no alcoholic beverage that interests him in any way honestly.
"I do not see the point of this, Dean. Inebriation does nothing for you." Castiel says, eyeing the drinks. "Beer in particular."
Dean rolls his eyes and pops open the beer bottle, turning to Castiel and shoving it in his face. "Drink. All of it."
Blue eyes narrow in annoyance, "You are being unreasonably pushy tonight," he observes, leaning forward towards the man with the beer now in his hand, "It is my birthday, should we not be doing what I want?"
"You want this." Dean assures him.
"What do you want him drunk so badly?" Sam asks and Gabriel smirks beside him.
"Perhaps he's hoping my baby brother will get friendly after a few drinks?" The man teases, his smirk widening as he notices the distinct red color spreading across Dean's cheeks, "Oh," he mumbles, sitting up more in his seat, "Tonight should be fun Sammy."
Sammy looks to him curiously as Gabriel's arm wraps around his shoulders, "I suppose…"
Castiel stares at Gabriel before turning his scrupulous gaze to Dean, "This is strangely suspicious," he looks to Sam who smiles at him apologetically and decides to simply give in, taking a large swig of beer before choking on it's disgusting taste. As he chokes down the rest of the swallow with a pained look he can hear Dean and Gabriel roar with laughter. "No, no, no I'm not drinking this."
"It takes some getting used to." Dean agrees before taking the beer from Castiel and taking a drink. "Don't worry, I'll finish what you don't want."
"I feel you will be drunk before I will." Castiel mumbles, watching Dean drink the bottle with ease.
"I better not." Dean groans, looking to him. "Tonight's about you getting drunk."
As Castiel guessed, a few hours later they have gone through the line of drinks and although he's had a fair share it is Dean who gets flushed. "Dean, your face is flushed, you should stop drinking."
"Fine, I'll stop, but you need to get drunk." Dean says, looking at him annoyed.
"I cannot help if I have a high tolerance." Castiel mumbles, joining Dean in drinking more until both of them finally get tipsy.
"Cas, Cas I think you're drunk." Dean says, watching the man catch water in his straw and then shoot it at back into his cup.
"No. That is preposterous. I cannot get drunk." Castiel argues, looking over at Dean, "You simply want me drunk, which is highly disconcerting."
Dean rolls his eyes, looking to Gabriel. "Even drunk your brother uses his fancy big boy words."
Gabriel laughs a little. "What can I say? Cassy is a fancy big boy."
Castiel rolls his eyes. "I am a sophisticated gentleman, Gabriel. Please do not dumb it down for the Neanderthal next to me."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean hisses, glaring at Castiel, "I thought we were over that bullshit!"
"We are never over the truth," Castiel says, looking at Dean with a blank look, "Neanderthal."
Gabriel smirks at Sam, "I believe this has officially become a double date."
Sam laughs a little. "Are you trying to say that is Castiel's way of flirting?"
"Oh definitely."
Castiel hears his brother, and while he's annoying he might not be completely wrong. Since drinking all of his alcohol he has admittedly felt a strange need to get a raise out of Dean, but that's how school children act when they have crushes, not him. "Dean." He calls, getting the man's attention.
"Yes?" Dean asks, calming down from Castiel's cruel words with a simple call of his name. Sometimes the man reminds Castiel of a puppy, not that he will admit that to his face though.
"You're like my own little puppy." Castiel says, surprising himself as much as the man beside him.
"Pffft! Oh my god, Cassy you are just the best drunk!" Gabriel laughs as Sam covers his mouth to hide a snicker beside.
"…Your own puppy? Cas…you know..." Dean says, leaning in towards him with a smirk, "I won't take your bone."
Castiel blinks, staring at him curiously. "I do not carry body pieces with me, Dean. Do not be gross."
A large grin comes to Dean's face and he bursts out laughing, his face falling into Castiel's shoulder. "Jesus Christ, Cas! You're so stupid!"
"Hey, Dean, remember that I am not making out with your brother so please reward me the same courtesy." Gabriel teases.
"I'm not going to make out with your stupid brother," Dean groans, sitting up and moving away from the confused Castiel beside him.
"Huh? When did making out include the shoulder?" Castiel asks and Gabriel rolls his eyes.
"My god Cassy, please stop talking." Gabriel sighs, "It keeps reminding me I have failed you as a big brother."
"Sammy is innocent." Dean states, looking at Gabriel, "And I find that an accomplishment."
The man smirks. "I believe 'is' would be the wrong tense in that sentence."
"Huh?" Dean asks.
"He means he has fornicated with your brother." Castiel says dully, now chewing on the end of his straw in boredom, "Can we go back now? All of this relationship talk is boring me."
"Yeah, let's go home." Sam agrees, standing up and going to pay their tab before returning. "Come on you guys."
Dean stands with ease, walking towards the door before stopping at the entrance to watch Sam helping Castiel out of the booth. "Heh, you're such a newbie."
"It is called inexperienced, Dean. Not all of us can take up drinking as a sport." Castiel says as he leans on Sam.
"Now, now, flirt when we return to the dorms you two." Gabriel teases, making sure to wave goodbye to Ellen before helping them out to the car. Thankfully they live close to the bar and Gabriel and Sam get them to their dorm in no time. "Alright you two, behave and go to sleep."
"Yes, that sounds like an amazing idea." Castiel mumbles, slowly walking towards his bed.
"Yeah, yeah, goodnight you two." Dean says before shooting Gabriel a threatening look, "Don't do anything to my brother."
Gabriel laughs and grabs the door, slowly shutting it as he whispers, "Too laaate~"
Dean huffs, looking to Castiel offended, "You're asshole brother has deflowered mine!"
"If it makes you feel any better…I'm fairly certain your brother was taking the role of, what they refer to as 'the pitcher'." Castiel says, changing into his pajamas, "And Gabriel would not do it if Sam didn't ask."
Dean gawks at Castiel, obviously unsure of how to respond. After a few seconds of stuttering and stumbling over words he finally comes up with something. "You're fucking right my brother is the man!"
Castiel looks at him confused. "I'm fairly sure I said 'pitcher' and in case you didn't notice they are both men. Switching positions is common in those situations also."
"I really don't want to hear this." Dean groans, staggering over behind Castiel to change for himself, "I mean I can accept them kissing…that's not a big deal…but sex…and the idea of my brother 'taking it' is fucking unsettling."
"Perhaps you can send in a request for him to only give." Castiel mocks, earning an elbow in his back.
"That's not funny."
"I think it was."
Dean sighs, turning to Castiel who turns as well, "Can we stop talking about this?"
"Of course. I get no real joy out of discussing my brother's sex life either." Castiel says, "Although you being uncomfortable with it is fairly amusing."
Dean laughs a little and nods. "Yeah, yeah, you little dick," He says before realizing just how close Castiel is standing in front of him. "Hey, dude, what are you doing? We've talked about personal space, right?"
"Yes, but I needed to get closer," Castiel says, tilting his head slightly as he examines Dean's face, "Now keep quiet so I can count."
"Cou-?" Dean twitches, "Damnit Cas are you counting my freckles? Don't be so fucking weird!" He groans.
"You made me lose count." Castiel pouts, "Besides, for your complaints you aren't moving."
Dean falls silent, the guy has a point. Watching Castiel's eyes wander all over his face, Dean's own gaze lowers to his lips mouthing the number he's on. Is it normal for a guy's lips to look so soft? Whoa, no, he didn't think that about a guy's lips.
"You have a lot of them, Dean." Castiel observes, looking up at the man who is currently having an internal crisis. "As a man who hates religion I'm assuming you do not know this, but they say each freckle is a kiss from an angel." He explains with an almost amused look in his eyes, "It appears even angels cannot resist the great Dean Winchester."
Dean swallows hard, averting his gaze. "Well of course they can't." He grins awkwardly at Castiel. "Not even my guardian angel right here."
"No, I can resist." Castiel says before reaching out and poking a freckle on his cheek, "Besides, the spot I would go for has one already."
Dean feels something in him snap as the warm finger presses against his cheek with a weak but definite touch. Before he can think about what he's doing he leans forward and closes the alarmingly small distance between them. It's a small kiss, probably the most innocent one he has had since he was in grade school, but it feels incredible. As he feels the pressure of a finger on his face change to the caress of a full hand, however, he pulls away. "SHIT!" He hisses, getting under the covers of his bed and leaving a highly confused Castiel standing on the floor.
Castiel stares at nothing for a minute, processing what just happened. Or at least trying. However, this late at night and with his mind in its current state such thoughts are going literally nowhere. Only one word is in his mind and it soon escapes his lips. "Huh." He mumbles before turning and getting into his own bed. All that talk about homosexual relationships probably just confused Dean and threw him off. A small kiss like that between friends can be shrugged off anyways.
Even if it did feel alarmingly nice.
A/N: GOD DAMN SEASON FINALE! NOT COOL! NOT COOL! Anyways, I was gonna get other stuff done...but I NEEDED to write Destiel. And, and, FINALS ARE DONE! WOOOOO!