"Where do you keep your liquor, Cas?" Dean called out from the kitchen, rummaging around the cabinets in search of a bottle of something for them to drink.
It was well into the evening and after having watched through a slew of old black and white kung fu movies, Dean was looking for something more interesting for them to do.
Dean had the brilliant idea to go search for alcohol after suggesting they entertain themselves by drinking out on the porch, after all, it was turning into a lovely summer evening.
"There should be a bottle of wine in the fridge," Castiel offered as he entered the kitchen to see Dean digging around in his pantry cabinet.
Dean turned away from the pantry, stepping over to the fridge just as Castiel had managed to force himself to stop staring at him. It wasn't his fault Dean's jeans hugged his hips and ass perfectly.
"Aha!" Dean exclaimed triumphantly pulling the chilled bottle of wine from the fridge, bringing it over to the counter and setting it down. Now all he needed were glasses.
"Second shelf to your right," Castiel pointed towards the cabinet door on the other side of where Dean was looking for glasses. He opened the cabinet and only saw a pair of whiskey glasses.
"Who drinks wine and doesn't own any glasses?" Dean threw a questioning look at Castiel who threw his hands up in defense shrugging his shoulders.
"It was a gift from Charlie, I don't normally drink wine... I prefer whiskey or scotch, occasionally," Castiel explained with a shrug, giving Dean a quick smile.
"I'll remember that, for next time," Dean quirked a sly smile at Castiel as he gathered up the glasses and bottle of wine, stepping out of the kitchen. Castiel followed behind him.
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Dean and Castiel made themselves comfortable on the wicker couch out on the porch, their glasses and wine sat on the matching wicker table.
The sun had just gone down and there was a faint golden pink glow on the horizon, the only noise coming from the insects buzzing around them and the faint electrical buzz of the porch lights.
Dean sipped his wine, watching Castiel from the corner of his eye, he felt a pang in his chest seeing the bruises being illuminated by the yellow glow of the porch light.
Castiel sat gazing out at the setting sun, watching the first hints of darkness descending over the sky. There was a peaceful calm hanging over them, Dean seemed to be part of that calm.
Castiel wasn't sure what he'd do when Dean would eventually go home and back to work, where he only occasionally hung out with Castiel. He wasn't ashamed to admit to himself he liked being taken care of, even if he couldn't say it out loud.
"Can I ask you something, Dean?" Castiel said setting his glass down onto the table as he turned to look at Dean.
"Anything, Cas..." Dean responded with a smile, looking at Castiel fully, his eyes shifting in the lights. Castiel swore they looked darker than before.
"Would you mind staying the night? I just can't be alone, I can't stop thinking about... Well, you know..." Castiel whispered the last part, fearing his throat would tighten with the threat of crying again.
"I'm not going anywhere," Dean announced sincerely, placing his hand over Castiel's on the space between them. Castiel felt his heart begin to race at the touch, the warmth of Dean's hand spreading through his own.
"And if you want to talk about what happened, or not, I'm here..." Dean added with a faint smile, squeezing Castiel's hand reassuringly.
"I can't... Not yet... But, thank you," Castiel returned the smile, taking solace in the weight of Dean's hand on his.
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Castiel watched as Dean made himself a makeshift mattress out of blankets on the living room floor beside the couch, he had offered to help as Dean was his guest. But Dean insisted on it, saying he didn't want Castiel doing anything to hurt himself.
"There, perfect..." Dean announced once he was done, standing up to admire his handiwork. He came to stand beside Castiel and smiled.
"Is there anything else you need before we try and get some rest?" Castiel questioned glancing up at Dean. Dean couldn't help but briefly imagine taking Castiel's face in his hands and kissing him, it was hard to resist with the way Castiel was looking at him.
"Not that I can think of," Dean responded, mentally shaking himself. Why couldn't he get that image out of his head, Castiel feeling so safe he would kiss Dean even if he thought Dean was straight as an arrow.
Castiel nodded, moving away from Dean to go lie down on the couch. Dean had helped him prep it by tucking a sheet over the cushions and putting down Castiel's pillows from his bed.
Dean switched off the lights, kicking off his shoes before climbing into his makeshift bed, laying his head on the pillow and throwing a blanket over himself. He laid there letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, the porch light casting a dim glow over the couch.
Castiel laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling watching the shadows of passing cars outside dancing through the glow from the porch light.
-_-
"Hey, Cas?" Dean spoke sitting up and shifting so that he was sitting beside the couch, Castiel turned onto his side to look at him through the dark.
"Yes, Dean?"
Dean leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against Castiel's, Castiel froze at first but as Dean deepened his kiss, Castiel relaxed against him. Dean cupped Castiel's face gently, sighing softly.
Castiel felt even better than the first time, Dean hadn't had the chance to kiss back because Castiel had freaked out before he could do more, say something to keep him there.
This time he could really kiss him, and Castiel hadn't tried to pull away, didn't try to run from him. Dean felt his chest swell when Castiel kissed back, leaning into his touch. He sensed Castiel had probably thought about this as much as he had.
"Dean... W-what are you doing?" Castiel sounded deliciously breathless when he pulled away from the kiss, staring at Dean with a look of confusion.
"Something I've wanted since it happened the first time..." Dean answered honestly, sounding just as breathless. His heart pounded in his chest, he was afraid he'd gone and scared Castiel.
Castiel leaned forward again, his lips meeting Dean's in another deep kiss. This time there seemed to be more behind it, something Dean hadn't feltl before.
Castiel whimpered into the kiss, feeling his arousal making his dick slowly fill out. The feeling of Dean kissing him, the taste of Dean on his lips was making the rest of his body respond.
"Cas..." Dean panted when Castiel broke the kiss, his head dizzy with need and his body aching with want for Castiel. He groaned feeling himself straining against his pants.
