Dean followed behind Castiel as they entered a shop, Dean glanced around at the various goods for sale on shelves and display tables.
Castiel made his way over to the counter where the shop owner sat, a young looking woman wearing a plain light blue dress, her long blonde hair tied up in a bun.
Dean wandered around the shop, not really looking but still curious, though he was listening in on the conversation between Castiel and the owner.
"I believe I have an order to pick up, miss?" Castiel inquired with a smile, catching the woman's attention from her book.
"Mrs. Kindal... And I should have your order in the back, give me a moment to fetch it for you, sir," the women spoke.
Dean noticed she had a slight accent but couldn't place it. Castiel nodded and watched her leave through a door behind her.
After just a few minutes, the woman returned with a sack full of goods and placed it on the counter between her and Castiel.
"That'll be fourteen fifty," she said, looking at a piece of paper pinned to the sack. Castiel handed her the money and thanked her.
Dean stepped up next to Castiel, grabbing the sack before Castiel could and turned to leave with Castiel in tow.
"You didn't have to do that, I could have..." Castiel trailed off when Dean turned around and managed to hold a hand up to quiet him.
"You asked me to help... I'm helping, ain't I?" Dean questioned with a smirk. Castiel had to clear his throat before answering him.
"Yes, I suppose you're right... Thank you," he gave Dean a faint smile. Dean's smirk turned into a smile as Castiel turned around to lead the way back to the stable.
Dean tossed the sack across Baby, tying it down and securing it in place before hopping up into the saddle.
Castiel got up onto his horse and looked over at Dean, his expression twisting into concentrating as he thought of something.
"Dean?" Castiel spoke after a moment of silence.
"Yes, sir?" Dean answered looking back at Castiel.
"Would you care for a drink before we head back?" Castiel questioned, unsure why he suddenly felt a bit nervous.
"I would like that, sir," Dean responded with a nod, smiling at Castiel.
The two of them trotted down the main road through town, passing the shop they'd just been in. Dean kept the brim of his hat over his eyes, afraid of anyone in town recognizing him.
They stopped outside the saloon, hitching the horses to the post by the stairs leading up into the building.
Dean followed Castiel over to the bar, taking up a couple of seats as the bar tender turned around to greet them.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" he asked looking between Castiel and Dean.
"Two whiskeys," Castiel ordered tossing a few coins onto the bar towards the man.
He grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and a couple of glasses, pouring the amber liquid into each glass before passing them to Castiel and Dean.
"I'd like to propose a toast, to finding good help," Castiel raised his glass up to Dean, who held up his own glass as heat found its way into his cheeks.
"To good work," Dean clinked his glass against Castiel's before downing the drink in one shot.
Castiel followed suit and downed his own drink in one gulp, slamming the glass down on the bar as he coughed.
"You alright there?" Dean questioned patting him on the back, a look of concern on his face.
Castiel nodded looking back up at him, he felt electricity running up his neck at the feeling of Dean's hand on his back.
"Excuse me..." Castiel stuttered quickly getting up from his seat. Dean watched as Castiel disappeared off to somewhere on the other side of the saloon.
"Your friend didn't look too well, you wanna check on him?" the bar tender suggested looking up at Dean.
"Y-yeah... I should do that," Dean responded standing from his seat.
Dean made his way back through the saloon until he came to a door with a sign reading 'washroom' on it. He figured Castiel had gone inside.
He hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Castiel... You okay?" he called through the door, he knocked again. No answer. Dean started to worry.
"I'm coming in, okay?" Dean questioned. He opened the door, relieved it wasn't locked as he pushed his way in.
Castiel was sat on the edge of the windowsill, hands over his face and breathing heavily.
Dean rushed over to him, kneeling before him reaching up to cup his hands over Castiel's, stroking thumbs over the back of Castiel's hands.
"Take a deep breath, okay?" Dean instructed, catching Castiel's eyes with his.
Castiel took in a shuddering breath and let it out slowly, repeating the process a couple times before his breathing returned to normal.
"Better?" Dean asked still looking up in Castiel's eyes, wondering if they looked more blue than before.
Castiel nodded, staying still as Dean's hands were still on his keeping them on his face.
"I guess the alcohol was stronger than I'd had expected..." Castiel lied, not wanting to scare Dean. Dean smiled faintly at him, shaking his head.
"I don't think it was the alcohol," Dean responded, giving Castiel a look he didn't understand.
Castiel looked into Dean's eyes, searching for meaning behind his expression. Dean shrugged, knowing Castiel was trying to figure something out.
"I'm going to do something, just... uh.. don't hate me after, okay?" Dean spoke quietly.
Castiel's brow furrowed in confusion but he nodded in response, curious as to what Dean was going to do.
Dean leaned forward closing the gap between him and Castiel, his lips brushing against Castiel's as he pressed them together, hands still holding Castiel's over his face.
Castiel's eyes shot open, pupils blown wide in surprise at the sudden action, but he didn't make any attempt to get away from or stop Dean. Instead, he linked his fingers with Dean's and deepened the kiss.
Dean sighed into the kiss, little sparks of electricity shooting through his fingers at Castiel's touch.
He was beyond thrilled Castiel hadn't tried to push him away or run out of the room.
Castiel kept the kiss going, not wanting this feeling of something unknown surging through him.
He brought one hand up to the back of Dean's head and ran his fingers through his soft hair.
Dean finally had to break the kiss to take a breath, huffing slightly, his lips swollen and pink. Castiel leaned back against the window, his lips puffy and a glazed look in his eyes.