“DEAN!”

Dean jerked awake as the pen stand kept precariously close to his left elbow clattered to the floor, while his right hand flopped around in something cold and wet… and sticky. Raucous laughter followed.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean swore snapping his eyes open. The harsh glare of his desk lamp met his sleep-sensitive eyes and he was forced to shut ( Read more... )

“It was me you kissed on New Year’s Eve.” Cas calmly stated. “Why?”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t know… I was bored, I guess. And pissed… And lonely. Mostly, lonely…” Dean replied his eyes downcast. “I know… It was stupid and reckless and… and…”

“Electrifying!” Cas cut him short, invading his personal space and brushing their lips together.

Dean felt ( Read more... )