Missing Pictures 3/?
Title: Missing Pictures 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: none i can think of
Word Count: ~2,900 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Previous
About a week after calling the museum and setting up a job, Castiel felt up to working the long days. Dean was fixing cars and applying to businesses around the city. It didn’t take long for them to get into a comfortable rhythm around the house.
Castiel had yet to remember anything and after three weeks he accepted that he probably never would and he was strangely okay with that. It was about that time that Dean suggested he call his old professors and see if there was a way for him to maybe get some refresher courses in his major. It took another week of meeting with some of them and the college’s president to arrange something for him.
That Friday night when Dean came home from work, he was met with a hug at the door from a smiling Castiel. “They’re gonna let me do it, Dean!” Dean huffed in surprise as Castiel wrapped his arms around his neck. “They’ll let me sit in on classes at the university!” He pulled back and smiled at Dean. “I won’t have to pay anything and I can do it as long as I want.”
“That’s awesome, Cas.” He kept his hands on Castiel’s hips loosely. “I’m happy for you.”
“I can’t believe they let me. I must’ve been more important than I thought.”
Dean stepped through the doorway, pushing Castiel back a couple steps, to close the door behind him. “You were kind of a big deal.” He smiled wider at Castiel’s sparkling eyes. It was like looking at his Castiel again when he got the curator job. He cupped Castiel’s cheek without thinking.
Castiel looked at Dean’s hand before looking back at Dean. His hands were now at Dean’s biceps and he squeezed them gently. It seemed like Dean wanted to do something, but he stopped himself and just dropped his hands and stepped away from Castiel.
“Maybe you’ll get your old job back.” Dean dropped his keys on the counter. Yes, he had wanted to kiss Castiel and almost had, but he had forgotten himself for a moment. He had seen the old Castiel again for a minute.
“Maybe, eventually.” Castiel turned to look at Dean.
“I’ve got a job interview tomorrow.” Dean had been marginally happy about this one. It was at a factory in the city. It was more of a labor job, but the pay was good and Dean preferred working with his hands.
“Good.” Castiel moved closer to Dean. “Is it something you’ll like?”
Dean shrugged. “More than an office job, yeah.” He saw Castiel moving closer to him and he walked in the opposite direction. “Hey, we should go out and celebrate.”
Castiel stilled. “Celebrate?”
“Yeah, my interview and your free education. Plus, I think enough time has passed that you can really have a good time now.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, let’s go out to a bar or something and really celebrate.”
“You think that’s a good idea the night before an interview?”
“I’ll be the designated driver. I want you to have fun.”
Castiel leaned against the counter and smiled. “Dean, are you trying to get me drunk?”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Is that what it’ll take?”
Castiel laughed. “Depends on how you play your cards.” He raised one brow at Dean and smiled wider.
They had been flirting a lot more the last couple weeks and Dean hadn’t realized how much he had missed it until now. It was like when he and Castiel first started dating, a playful word or shove that hinted at more but not going there, not yet.
“So,” Castiel turned to rest both elbows on the counter, “where are you taking me tonight, Harvelle’s?”
“No, I was thinking something more than just a dive bar. Something fancier.”
“Oh, trying to dazzle me?”
Dean laughed. “No, I just wanted to try something new. I was gonna go with something like a nightclub.”
“Really? Don’t you think we’re a little old for that?”
“Hey, we’re only 30. That’s not too old. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay, when should I be ready for this grand night out?”
“We can eat somewhere else first. About seven o’ clock work?”
“Sounds good.” Castiel stood. “Let me just go make myself pretty for the club.” He pretended to flip his hair and walked off to his room. Dean shook his head and laughed.
They had had dinner at Harvelle’s, at Castiel’s request, before heading to one of the clubs in town. After a few hours, and many drinks, Castiel was sitting across from Dean talking very animatedly about what he loved about the museum.
Dean watched in amusement for a while before putting a hand out to him. “Cas, you’re shouting.” It was loud with the music and people talking, but he was unaware of his volume from all the alcohol.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I just get so excited. It’s really fun, Dean. I didn’t think I would think that honestly, but Anna has been great and it’s really interesting.”
Anna was Castiel’s boss and had worked with him for years. She also happened to be a friend of theirs from college. “I’m really glad it’s working for you, Cas.” He glanced back at the bar. “I’m gonna get you another drink. Wait here.” Castiel nodded and Dean got up and weaved his way through the crowd to the bar.
He had ordered their drinks when another friend of theirs greeted him at the bar. “Dean Winchester.” Dean turned and saw Pamela Barnes smiling up at him. “Well, it’s been a long time. How’ve you been?” She patted his arm with a laugh.
“Pamela, hi,” Dean leaned down and hugged her, “I’ve been good. How are you?”
She pulled back. “I can’t complain.” She looked around the bar. “So, where’s Castiel? You two were practically joined at the hip last time I saw you.”
“He’s over there.” He pointed over to the booth by the wall.
“Wow, he’s had a lot already hasn’t he?” She shook her head as Castiel smiled and waved at them from across the club.
“Yeah,” he picked up Castiel’s drink, “and I’m only adding to it.”
“Hmm,” she looked him over quickly, “you got big plans tonight, Dean?”
“Just having some fun.”
She nodded with a knowing look. Pamela had always said that she had some psychic abilities but Dean had never really bought it before. “Did you two get married yet? That law past a few months ago, right? I thought you two would jump on that.”
“We planned on it but,” he looked down at the drink, wishing he could have one himself as the memories of the crash came flooding back.
“Oh, Dean,” she touched his arm gently, her face falling in sympathy, “I’m so sorry.”
Dean didn’t have time to ask what she meant when Castiel came busting through the crowd and latched onto Dean’s other arm.
“Dean, I don’t wanna sit over there anymore.” He was shouting again.
The music picked up and the bass got louder. “Cas, you don’t have to sit.”
“Hi, Castiel.” Pamela touched Castiel’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you again, sweetie.”
Castiel looked at her and shouted to Dean in what was supposed to be a whisper. “Dean, I don’t know this woman.”
“This is our friend Pamela.” He leaned in close so he didn’t have to talk so loud.
“Oh, does she know what happened?” Castiel still didn’t calm his voice.
Dean patted Castiel’s back and looked at Pamela. “We’ll catch up soon, okay?”
Pamela nodded. “Alright, goodnight guys.” She winked at Dean and walked off to a couple of her friends.
Castiel walked around to stand in front of Dean, grabbing his wrists. “I wanna dance.”
Dean laughed. “Knock yourself out, Cas.” He nodded to the dance floor of various couples and singles mingling.
“No,” he whined, pulling Dean’s arms, “dance with you, Dean.”
“I’m not really a dancer, Cas.” He handed the drink over to Castiel.
“Neither am I.” Castiel took the drink in hand. “But, I want to dance with you.”
“That’s alright,” he shook his head, “you go on without me.”
Castiel released one of Dean’s arms and downed his drink in one go before looking back at him. Dean raised his brows. “Come on.” Castiel coughed a little and tugged on Dean’s arms.
“Cas,” Dean tried to keep from moving but Castiel was giving him an insistent look. He knew he would cave eventually, so he just sighed and gave up.
He was dragged to the dance floor by a bouncing Castiel. Castiel wasn’t so much as dancing as jumping and moving his shoulders. If anyone other than Dean was sober, he would look ridiculous. Dean just laughed.
“What?” Castiel started bobbing.
Dean laughed harder and grabbed his shoulders, trying to calm the kid-like dancing. He leaned close so Castiel could hear him, “You’re cute.”
Castiel smiled and reached up to tap his nose. “You’re cute.” He laughed grabbed Dean’s hands to pull him into moving with him.
Dean just surrendered and soon they were spinning and moving across the dance floor. Both were laughing and slowly forgetting about everyone else in the club. Eventually, Dean pulled Castiel closer and they were moving a little slower, hands settling around each other. They were swaying to the music and Castiel was leaning against Dean, lacing his fingers behind his neck.
He moved his hands up and down Castiel’s back slowly as they turned. Dean couldn’t remember the last time they did something like this. Once Castiel was made curator, he didn’t have a lot of free time and when he did, they didn’t do something like this. They usually stayed in together. They still had a good time, but this was different.
Dean hugged Castiel closer, feeling his breath on his neck and had to close his eyes to not break what he was feeling. Castiel’s hands loosened and ran down his chest slowly and around his back. He dropped his forehead to Castiel’s shoulder, nuzzling his neck briefly and wanted nothing more than to kiss the warm skin. Instead, he brought his head up and continued to move them to the music, which he realized was a lot faster than they were moving.
When the announcement of last call was made, Dean pulled away from Castiel. “We should go.”
Castiel scrunched his face in disapproval. “Why?”
“I wanna beat these drunks home.” He grabbed Castiel’s hand and walked him back to the car.
Castiel turned up the radio and sang along loudly as Dean drove them home. Dean tried not to laugh the whole drive. He walked Castiel to their door, having to concentrate hard to unlock the door as Castiel held his arm and leaned against him with his full weight. He opened the door and ushered Castiel inside.
“That was fun, Dean.” Castiel kept hold of his arm and smiled.
“It was.” Dean steadied him with his free hand, seeing Castiel leaning to the right slightly. “I think you need to go sleep this off though.”
Castiel shook his head. “I’m fine.” He stepped closer to Dean, moving his hands up Dean’s arm. “Can I ask you something?”
Dean fisted his hands as Castiel got closer, fighting the urge to wrap him close like they had been in the club. “Of course.”
He smiled again, leaning close to Dean. “Kiss me?”
Dean closed his eyes and bowed his head. He wanted to, more than anything, but… “Cas, I can’t.”
“Why not?” He let go of Dean’s arm, grabbing his shirt instead, and moved even closer.
“You’re really drunk.”
“So?” He pulled on Dean’s shirt a little.
“I’m not.”
“So?”
“So, I can’t.” He couldn’t look him in the eye. “Why don’t you wait until morning and see if you still want to ask me that.”
“Dean,” he whined and brushed his hands up to Dean’s shoulders, “please?”
“Cas,” he forgot how clingy Castiel got when he was drunk, “you’re not thinking straight.”
“Why, because I finally have the courage to ask for something I wanted to do after a week?” Castiel pulled Dean’s head down to talk into his ear. “I know you want to, Dean. I felt you almost kiss my neck earlier.” Dean shivered and gripped Castiel’s hips. “I wish you had.”
“Cas…”
“What if I kissed you and you just let me?” Castiel nuzzled Dean’s ear, making him lean in involuntarily.
He really tried to fight it, not wanting to take advantage of Castiel’s inebriated state, but he was only human. Dean crushed his lips into Castiel’s and pressed them together tightly. Castiel moaned into the kiss and tightened his hold, kissing back with all he had.
After four months of practically no contact, Dean took all he could. He had missed this so much. Castiel was warm under his touch and his kissing ability didn’t seem to be forgotten. He lifted the other man just enough to flip them and press Castiel into the door. Castiel gasped before kissing Dean all the harder.
“Dean.” Castiel pulled back, resting his head on the door for a moment. His heart was racing and his body screamed for more. He rolled his hips forward slightly, lifting a leg a little.
Dean braced himself against the door as Castiel pushed against him. He grabbed Castiel’s raised leg and forcefully wrapped it around his hip. Castiel moaned as the new angle provided a much better feeling as Dean thrusted back against him. Dean kissed him again, forgetting his earlier hesitance.
Castiel held Dean tightly, arching his back to press into him more. He sighed as Dean moved to kiss his jaw and neck. “Dean.” Castiel laced his fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. A strange feeling made him pause. “Dean.” The feeling got stronger. “Dean.” He pushed against Dean’s chest. Something was wrong. “Dean!”
“What?” Dean stepped back, dropping Castiel’s leg.
He knew this feeling now. “Please don’t take this as a comment on what just happened.” He pushed Dean aside and ran to the bathroom.
Dean was confused until he heard the sound of Castiel throwing up. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He got a glass of water and walked to the closed door. “Cas, you okay?” He knocked.
“Don’t come in here.” His voice was miserable.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this.” He choked on the last word as he vomited again.
“You think I’ve never seen you folded over the toilet puking your guts out?” Sure, it wasn’t often, but Dean had had to nurse a sick and drunk Castiel a few times.
Castiel groaned and he heard the toilet flush. “Fine.”
Dean opened the door, holding out the water. Castiel took it and swished it around before spitting it back in the toilet. “Feel better?”
Castiel shook his head. “No, not at all.” He set the glass on the floor and moved to stand.
“I wouldn’t.” Dean put a hand up. “I don’t think you’re done yet.”
“What?” Castiel’s whole body sagged. He didn’t want to throw up any more.
“Just wait a little.”
Castiel felt the familiar pulling in his throat before he threw up again. “I take it I don’t drink this much often?”
“No, it’s usually me that does and you drive us home. How could I deprive you of this experience?” Castiel glared at him. They waited for a few minutes before Dean helped Castiel stand, brush his teeth, and led him to his room. “Sleep is what you need now.”
Castiel just groaned in irritation of having to do so much work to get to bed. Dean pulled his jacket off for him and proceeded to pull his shirt off when Castiel stood still too long. He moved to stand in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. He knelt as he slipped his jeans down his legs. Dean took of his shoes and socks before helping him remove his pants.
“Dean,” Castiel was watching him intently, “I’m sorry I ruined our moment earlier.” He reached forward and grabbed his hair gently.
He swallowed at the feeling and resisted the urge to run his hands up Castiel’s legs and now fully recovered body. “You didn’t. It’s okay.” Dean found his pajama pants on the floor near the bed and helped him slip them on and stood to pull them up fully. He cupped Castiel’s face like he had earlier that night and kissed him chastely before stepping away to let him get in bed. He was about to leave when Castiel grabbed his hand.
“Dean, stay with me.”
“Okay.” He pulled Castiel’s hand off gently. “I just need to change.”
“But you’ll come back?”
“Yeah, I’ll just be a minute.” Castiel nodded and Dean went to his room to change into his pajamas. His interview was six hours from now, but he didn’t need that much sleep. He expected to find Castiel asleep when he reentered his room but Castiel turned to look at him when he joined him.
Castiel held the cover up and Dean slid under it. Castiel snuggled close to Dean, smiling happily. Dean wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you for taking me out, Dean.”
“You’re welcome.” He rubbed the back of Castiel’s head slowly. “Just sleep, Cas. You’ll feel a little better tomorrow.”
It was just minutes before Castiel was asleep, wrapped around Dean tightly. Dean followed soon after, glad to sleep alongside Castiel once again.
Next
Rating: PG-13
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: none i can think of
Word Count: ~2,900 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Previous
About a week after calling the museum and setting up a job, Castiel felt up to working the long days. Dean was fixing cars and applying to businesses around the city. It didn’t take long for them to get into a comfortable rhythm around the house.
Castiel had yet to remember anything and after three weeks he accepted that he probably never would and he was strangely okay with that. It was about that time that Dean suggested he call his old professors and see if there was a way for him to maybe get some refresher courses in his major. It took another week of meeting with some of them and the college’s president to arrange something for him.
That Friday night when Dean came home from work, he was met with a hug at the door from a smiling Castiel. “They’re gonna let me do it, Dean!” Dean huffed in surprise as Castiel wrapped his arms around his neck. “They’ll let me sit in on classes at the university!” He pulled back and smiled at Dean. “I won’t have to pay anything and I can do it as long as I want.”
“That’s awesome, Cas.” He kept his hands on Castiel’s hips loosely. “I’m happy for you.”
“I can’t believe they let me. I must’ve been more important than I thought.”
Dean stepped through the doorway, pushing Castiel back a couple steps, to close the door behind him. “You were kind of a big deal.” He smiled wider at Castiel’s sparkling eyes. It was like looking at his Castiel again when he got the curator job. He cupped Castiel’s cheek without thinking.
Castiel looked at Dean’s hand before looking back at Dean. His hands were now at Dean’s biceps and he squeezed them gently. It seemed like Dean wanted to do something, but he stopped himself and just dropped his hands and stepped away from Castiel.
“Maybe you’ll get your old job back.” Dean dropped his keys on the counter. Yes, he had wanted to kiss Castiel and almost had, but he had forgotten himself for a moment. He had seen the old Castiel again for a minute.
“Maybe, eventually.” Castiel turned to look at Dean.
“I’ve got a job interview tomorrow.” Dean had been marginally happy about this one. It was at a factory in the city. It was more of a labor job, but the pay was good and Dean preferred working with his hands.
“Good.” Castiel moved closer to Dean. “Is it something you’ll like?”
Dean shrugged. “More than an office job, yeah.” He saw Castiel moving closer to him and he walked in the opposite direction. “Hey, we should go out and celebrate.”
Castiel stilled. “Celebrate?”
“Yeah, my interview and your free education. Plus, I think enough time has passed that you can really have a good time now.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, let’s go out to a bar or something and really celebrate.”
“You think that’s a good idea the night before an interview?”
“I’ll be the designated driver. I want you to have fun.”
Castiel leaned against the counter and smiled. “Dean, are you trying to get me drunk?”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Is that what it’ll take?”
Castiel laughed. “Depends on how you play your cards.” He raised one brow at Dean and smiled wider.
They had been flirting a lot more the last couple weeks and Dean hadn’t realized how much he had missed it until now. It was like when he and Castiel first started dating, a playful word or shove that hinted at more but not going there, not yet.
“So,” Castiel turned to rest both elbows on the counter, “where are you taking me tonight, Harvelle’s?”
“No, I was thinking something more than just a dive bar. Something fancier.”
“Oh, trying to dazzle me?”
Dean laughed. “No, I just wanted to try something new. I was gonna go with something like a nightclub.”
“Really? Don’t you think we’re a little old for that?”
“Hey, we’re only 30. That’s not too old. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay, when should I be ready for this grand night out?”
“We can eat somewhere else first. About seven o’ clock work?”
“Sounds good.” Castiel stood. “Let me just go make myself pretty for the club.” He pretended to flip his hair and walked off to his room. Dean shook his head and laughed.
They had had dinner at Harvelle’s, at Castiel’s request, before heading to one of the clubs in town. After a few hours, and many drinks, Castiel was sitting across from Dean talking very animatedly about what he loved about the museum.
Dean watched in amusement for a while before putting a hand out to him. “Cas, you’re shouting.” It was loud with the music and people talking, but he was unaware of his volume from all the alcohol.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I just get so excited. It’s really fun, Dean. I didn’t think I would think that honestly, but Anna has been great and it’s really interesting.”
Anna was Castiel’s boss and had worked with him for years. She also happened to be a friend of theirs from college. “I’m really glad it’s working for you, Cas.” He glanced back at the bar. “I’m gonna get you another drink. Wait here.” Castiel nodded and Dean got up and weaved his way through the crowd to the bar.
He had ordered their drinks when another friend of theirs greeted him at the bar. “Dean Winchester.” Dean turned and saw Pamela Barnes smiling up at him. “Well, it’s been a long time. How’ve you been?” She patted his arm with a laugh.
“Pamela, hi,” Dean leaned down and hugged her, “I’ve been good. How are you?”
She pulled back. “I can’t complain.” She looked around the bar. “So, where’s Castiel? You two were practically joined at the hip last time I saw you.”
“He’s over there.” He pointed over to the booth by the wall.
“Wow, he’s had a lot already hasn’t he?” She shook her head as Castiel smiled and waved at them from across the club.
“Yeah,” he picked up Castiel’s drink, “and I’m only adding to it.”
“Hmm,” she looked him over quickly, “you got big plans tonight, Dean?”
“Just having some fun.”
She nodded with a knowing look. Pamela had always said that she had some psychic abilities but Dean had never really bought it before. “Did you two get married yet? That law past a few months ago, right? I thought you two would jump on that.”
“We planned on it but,” he looked down at the drink, wishing he could have one himself as the memories of the crash came flooding back.
“Oh, Dean,” she touched his arm gently, her face falling in sympathy, “I’m so sorry.”
Dean didn’t have time to ask what she meant when Castiel came busting through the crowd and latched onto Dean’s other arm.
“Dean, I don’t wanna sit over there anymore.” He was shouting again.
The music picked up and the bass got louder. “Cas, you don’t have to sit.”
“Hi, Castiel.” Pamela touched Castiel’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you again, sweetie.”
Castiel looked at her and shouted to Dean in what was supposed to be a whisper. “Dean, I don’t know this woman.”
“This is our friend Pamela.” He leaned in close so he didn’t have to talk so loud.
“Oh, does she know what happened?” Castiel still didn’t calm his voice.
Dean patted Castiel’s back and looked at Pamela. “We’ll catch up soon, okay?”
Pamela nodded. “Alright, goodnight guys.” She winked at Dean and walked off to a couple of her friends.
Castiel walked around to stand in front of Dean, grabbing his wrists. “I wanna dance.”
Dean laughed. “Knock yourself out, Cas.” He nodded to the dance floor of various couples and singles mingling.
“No,” he whined, pulling Dean’s arms, “dance with you, Dean.”
“I’m not really a dancer, Cas.” He handed the drink over to Castiel.
“Neither am I.” Castiel took the drink in hand. “But, I want to dance with you.”
“That’s alright,” he shook his head, “you go on without me.”
Castiel released one of Dean’s arms and downed his drink in one go before looking back at him. Dean raised his brows. “Come on.” Castiel coughed a little and tugged on Dean’s arms.
“Cas,” Dean tried to keep from moving but Castiel was giving him an insistent look. He knew he would cave eventually, so he just sighed and gave up.
He was dragged to the dance floor by a bouncing Castiel. Castiel wasn’t so much as dancing as jumping and moving his shoulders. If anyone other than Dean was sober, he would look ridiculous. Dean just laughed.
“What?” Castiel started bobbing.
Dean laughed harder and grabbed his shoulders, trying to calm the kid-like dancing. He leaned close so Castiel could hear him, “You’re cute.”
Castiel smiled and reached up to tap his nose. “You’re cute.” He laughed grabbed Dean’s hands to pull him into moving with him.
Dean just surrendered and soon they were spinning and moving across the dance floor. Both were laughing and slowly forgetting about everyone else in the club. Eventually, Dean pulled Castiel closer and they were moving a little slower, hands settling around each other. They were swaying to the music and Castiel was leaning against Dean, lacing his fingers behind his neck.
He moved his hands up and down Castiel’s back slowly as they turned. Dean couldn’t remember the last time they did something like this. Once Castiel was made curator, he didn’t have a lot of free time and when he did, they didn’t do something like this. They usually stayed in together. They still had a good time, but this was different.
Dean hugged Castiel closer, feeling his breath on his neck and had to close his eyes to not break what he was feeling. Castiel’s hands loosened and ran down his chest slowly and around his back. He dropped his forehead to Castiel’s shoulder, nuzzling his neck briefly and wanted nothing more than to kiss the warm skin. Instead, he brought his head up and continued to move them to the music, which he realized was a lot faster than they were moving.
When the announcement of last call was made, Dean pulled away from Castiel. “We should go.”
Castiel scrunched his face in disapproval. “Why?”
“I wanna beat these drunks home.” He grabbed Castiel’s hand and walked him back to the car.
Castiel turned up the radio and sang along loudly as Dean drove them home. Dean tried not to laugh the whole drive. He walked Castiel to their door, having to concentrate hard to unlock the door as Castiel held his arm and leaned against him with his full weight. He opened the door and ushered Castiel inside.
“That was fun, Dean.” Castiel kept hold of his arm and smiled.
“It was.” Dean steadied him with his free hand, seeing Castiel leaning to the right slightly. “I think you need to go sleep this off though.”
Castiel shook his head. “I’m fine.” He stepped closer to Dean, moving his hands up Dean’s arm. “Can I ask you something?”
Dean fisted his hands as Castiel got closer, fighting the urge to wrap him close like they had been in the club. “Of course.”
He smiled again, leaning close to Dean. “Kiss me?”
Dean closed his eyes and bowed his head. He wanted to, more than anything, but… “Cas, I can’t.”
“Why not?” He let go of Dean’s arm, grabbing his shirt instead, and moved even closer.
“You’re really drunk.”
“So?” He pulled on Dean’s shirt a little.
“I’m not.”
“So?”
“So, I can’t.” He couldn’t look him in the eye. “Why don’t you wait until morning and see if you still want to ask me that.”
“Dean,” he whined and brushed his hands up to Dean’s shoulders, “please?”
“Cas,” he forgot how clingy Castiel got when he was drunk, “you’re not thinking straight.”
“Why, because I finally have the courage to ask for something I wanted to do after a week?” Castiel pulled Dean’s head down to talk into his ear. “I know you want to, Dean. I felt you almost kiss my neck earlier.” Dean shivered and gripped Castiel’s hips. “I wish you had.”
“Cas…”
“What if I kissed you and you just let me?” Castiel nuzzled Dean’s ear, making him lean in involuntarily.
He really tried to fight it, not wanting to take advantage of Castiel’s inebriated state, but he was only human. Dean crushed his lips into Castiel’s and pressed them together tightly. Castiel moaned into the kiss and tightened his hold, kissing back with all he had.
After four months of practically no contact, Dean took all he could. He had missed this so much. Castiel was warm under his touch and his kissing ability didn’t seem to be forgotten. He lifted the other man just enough to flip them and press Castiel into the door. Castiel gasped before kissing Dean all the harder.
“Dean.” Castiel pulled back, resting his head on the door for a moment. His heart was racing and his body screamed for more. He rolled his hips forward slightly, lifting a leg a little.
Dean braced himself against the door as Castiel pushed against him. He grabbed Castiel’s raised leg and forcefully wrapped it around his hip. Castiel moaned as the new angle provided a much better feeling as Dean thrusted back against him. Dean kissed him again, forgetting his earlier hesitance.
Castiel held Dean tightly, arching his back to press into him more. He sighed as Dean moved to kiss his jaw and neck. “Dean.” Castiel laced his fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. A strange feeling made him pause. “Dean.” The feeling got stronger. “Dean.” He pushed against Dean’s chest. Something was wrong. “Dean!”
“What?” Dean stepped back, dropping Castiel’s leg.
He knew this feeling now. “Please don’t take this as a comment on what just happened.” He pushed Dean aside and ran to the bathroom.
Dean was confused until he heard the sound of Castiel throwing up. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He got a glass of water and walked to the closed door. “Cas, you okay?” He knocked.
“Don’t come in here.” His voice was miserable.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this.” He choked on the last word as he vomited again.
“You think I’ve never seen you folded over the toilet puking your guts out?” Sure, it wasn’t often, but Dean had had to nurse a sick and drunk Castiel a few times.
Castiel groaned and he heard the toilet flush. “Fine.”
Dean opened the door, holding out the water. Castiel took it and swished it around before spitting it back in the toilet. “Feel better?”
Castiel shook his head. “No, not at all.” He set the glass on the floor and moved to stand.
“I wouldn’t.” Dean put a hand up. “I don’t think you’re done yet.”
“What?” Castiel’s whole body sagged. He didn’t want to throw up any more.
“Just wait a little.”
Castiel felt the familiar pulling in his throat before he threw up again. “I take it I don’t drink this much often?”
“No, it’s usually me that does and you drive us home. How could I deprive you of this experience?” Castiel glared at him. They waited for a few minutes before Dean helped Castiel stand, brush his teeth, and led him to his room. “Sleep is what you need now.”
Castiel just groaned in irritation of having to do so much work to get to bed. Dean pulled his jacket off for him and proceeded to pull his shirt off when Castiel stood still too long. He moved to stand in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. He knelt as he slipped his jeans down his legs. Dean took of his shoes and socks before helping him remove his pants.
“Dean,” Castiel was watching him intently, “I’m sorry I ruined our moment earlier.” He reached forward and grabbed his hair gently.
He swallowed at the feeling and resisted the urge to run his hands up Castiel’s legs and now fully recovered body. “You didn’t. It’s okay.” Dean found his pajama pants on the floor near the bed and helped him slip them on and stood to pull them up fully. He cupped Castiel’s face like he had earlier that night and kissed him chastely before stepping away to let him get in bed. He was about to leave when Castiel grabbed his hand.
“Dean, stay with me.”
“Okay.” He pulled Castiel’s hand off gently. “I just need to change.”
“But you’ll come back?”
“Yeah, I’ll just be a minute.” Castiel nodded and Dean went to his room to change into his pajamas. His interview was six hours from now, but he didn’t need that much sleep. He expected to find Castiel asleep when he reentered his room but Castiel turned to look at him when he joined him.
Castiel held the cover up and Dean slid under it. Castiel snuggled close to Dean, smiling happily. Dean wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you for taking me out, Dean.”
“You’re welcome.” He rubbed the back of Castiel’s head slowly. “Just sleep, Cas. You’ll feel a little better tomorrow.”
It was just minutes before Castiel was asleep, wrapped around Dean tightly. Dean followed soon after, glad to sleep alongside Castiel once again.
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