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Castiel sipped at his drink as he stared out the kitchen window, leaning against the counter. He was never much one for parties, but Charlie insisted on bringing him out here only to ditch him. The only reason Cas stayed was for the free alcohol. Might as well take advantage of the situation.
The party was loud and crowded, but Castiel didn’t mind the chaos. God knows chaos is all that’s at home, so he’d gotten used to it growing up. Though he didn’t mind, that didn’t mean he wanted to be a part of it. He’d rather sit on the sidelines and watch everyone make fools of themselves or have the time of their lives. His eyes left the window and he was about to look out onto the crowd before he saw Dean Winchester approaching him.
Dean Winchester.
That name would always be engraved in his mind. How could he ever forget? Dean was the hotshot at school, the guy everyone either wanted or wanted to be, and honestly Cas couldn’t blame them. He wasn’t sure what he and Dean were, whether it’s friends or just two guys that talk occasionally and other times want to rip out each other’s throats. It was weird, even for Castiel.
They could argue until the two of them were blue in the face, but they’ve also had meaningful conversations before. When it came to arguing, Cas was so attracted to Dean’s fiery stubborn attitude, but he was also very attracted to the soft side of Dean, so basically Cas was screwed all around.
Not that he’d ever share that with anyone. Everyone already knew he was gay, the last thing they needed to know was that his eye had been on Dean for a few years now. Despite that, Cas flirted with Dean a lot, and almost made it a mission to make at least one comment per conversation. Sometimes, Dean would get flustered, and other times, he would flirt back. And oh, boy, whenever he did it back, Castiel’s head would spin. Dean had even rendered him speechless a few times, much to his dismay.
“Well hey there, Winchester.” Cas hummed, a comfortable smirk on his lips as he glanced over the slightly taller boy. “What, are all the rooms upstairs taken or could you just not resist me?” He teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Oh, you know me, Novak. I'm a sucker for blue eyes," Dean shot back without hesitation. He'd already had a couple of beers, so while he wasn't drunk, he was more relaxed and looser. He nudged Castiel to the side a little bit, because the other boy was standing in front of the kitchen sink. Dean rinsed out his empty beer can and then refilled it with water. He wasn't trying to ruin his life, but he couldn't lose any street cred either. Maybe he should've been worried that Castiel had seen him do it, but no one would believe him anyway.
Castiel hummed at Dean's response, his smirk only growing.
"Yeah, clearly," he teased, moving to the side for Dean as he nudged him. He watched Dean fill the beer can with water, making him roll his eyes, but kept his mouth shut about it. He didn't feel like arguing with Dean tonight. His mind was too fuzzy to argue, much less with Dean. He'd end up saying something he'd regret.
He was silent for a moment, glancing over Dean. He was always attractive but something about the dim lighting was really doing it for him.
"So, rumor has it you and Lisa are a thing," he said, sipping from his cup again as he glanced away, not wanting to meet Dean's gaze as he questioned him, "That true?"
Dean raised his eyebrows, turning to look at Castiel only to find that the other boy wouldn't look back at him.
"No, it's not true," he said with an easy shrug, putting his back against the counter so that he could lean next to Castiel, "We hooked up once. I told her before and after that it was no strings, and we were both sober. If she's telling people we're a thing, then she's just settin' herself up for a big pile of disappointment." Dean really didn't do relationships very well. He tried, genuinely, but the initial flame always died out. He just hadn't found anyone that he wanted to stay with for more than a handful of weeks.
Castiel nodded as Dean said it wasn't true, relief washing through his body. He hated himself for being happy that Lisa and Dean weren't a thing because it only confirmed and furthered his own feelings for Dean.
"Yeah, didn't think so," he said softly after Dean explained everything, "I wanted to ask you because everyone in our school likes to make things up, so." He shrugged, running his fingers through his naturally mussed hair. His smirk came back, strong as ever as he looked over to Dean again. "She's not your type anyways. It'd never work out," he said confidently, giving another shrug.
"Is that so?" Dean asked with a chuckle, eyebrows coming up once more, "Then what is my type, Novak? Since you know me so well, and all." He was kind of glad that this seemed like it was going to be one of the nights that he and Castiel managed to get along.
Not that he didn't enjoy their fights, because he did. He definitely did. Dean would probably deny it if anyone ever asked him, but Castiel was hot as fuck when he was angry. Honestly, it was part of the reason that Dean started fights with him in the first place. Still, it was nice in a different way to just… talk.
Castiel got another mischievous glint in his eye when Dean asked what his type was. Whether Dean knew it or not, Cas actually knew him pretty well. He was good at reading people, and though Dean was a tough cookie to crack, Cas had seen a little beneath the surface.
"Well, she's a perfect white picket fence girl, that's just... not your style," Cas said, downing the rest of his drink just after. He set the empty cup aside and turned to face Dean, slowly looking over him again before meeting his gaze, head tilted innocently. "You look for a thrill, something that can make your heart pound in the simplest situation," he said, voice low as he walked closer. He hooked his finger into one of the belt loops on Dean's jeans, pulling him forward so they were practically pressed against each other, putting his face right in Dean's space.
"You like excitement, unpredictability in the best way," he said, glancing to Dean's lips before looking into his eyes again. "Someone that makes you want them, even after you have them." He hummed lowly before letting go of Dean and moving back beside him like absolutely nothing happened. "She just isn't the kind of girl that can give you that," he finalized simply, his smirk still in place.
Dean's mouth went dry and his eyes went wide. As soon as Castiel was gone, Dean wanted him back in his space. Never had he been hit with such an intense wave of attraction towards anybody. It almost felt like he'd been run over by a bus.
Against his will, Dean felt his cheeks start to heat up and turn pink, revealing exactly how much the other boy had affected him. Clearing his throat, he took a determined sip of his water, and no matter what anyone said, he absolutely wasn't pouting. Dean Winchester didn't pout.
"Seems to me like that kind of a person is just a tease," he finally managed to say, "All talk and no follow through. Just teasing because they can, not because they like enough for anything else."
Cas couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's words, looking back over to him. "Oh, really?" he hummed, tilting his head to the side a little, "You think teasing is some sort of cowardly way to go about things? Oh, Winchester, I don't think you've ever been teased before."
He turned to face Dean again but keeping his distance this time. He didn't actually know if Dean wanted anything from him, and he was too scared to cross a line that they couldn't come back from. Though friends/enemies with benefits didn't sound too bad.
"It's fun to tease, to watch that person fall apart right in front of you before finally giving them what they want," he explained, deciding to casually run his fingers up Dean's arm before giving his bicep a small squeeze, "Make them want it so bad they can't even take it anymore."
His eyebrows raised as he met Dean's gaze. Those bright candy apple green eyes were always so captivating.
Dean felt like his heart was pushing out of his chest it was beating so hard. Cheeks still pink, he tried really hard to keep control over his eyeballs at least, but it was short battle. The two of them were staring each other down and despite knowing that Castiel would see literally any movement of Dean's eyes, he couldn't help but glance down towards the other boy's lips. Just for a second.
The air between them felt like it was electrified.
"How do you know when they can't take it anymore?" Dean asked, his words barely more than a murmur as he stood there, completely captivated by Castiel, "How do you know when it's time to give it to me-- them. To them."
Castiel definitely noticed Dean glancing to his lips, which made his heart jump in his chest. He chuckled lowly at Dean stuttering over his own words. He's only managed to fluster Dean a few times, but Cas loved when he could. It was so amusing to watch the star of their town, the biggest flirt Cas knew, get flustered as soon as he said something to him.
"They usually start blushing, stuttering over their words, begging for what they want, y'know normal stuff," he said softly, getting in Dean's personal space again, their lips mere inches apart. "So, what do you say, Winchester? Have you had enough?" His voice is just above a whisper.
There was another glance downwards before Dean's gaze slid back up to Castiel's eyes. Those intense eyes looking at him with such heat, such challenge. Heart still racing, there was a small part of Dean that was completely baffled by all of this.
He'd never been spoken to like this before, at least not in a way that made him completely fall apart. Usually, he would flirt with girls like this and even if it was the girls flirting with him, Dean never felt out of his depth like he did now. He'd never felt so... dependent on the other person's expertise.
Not wanting to completely lose his backbone, even though he'd pretty much already made a fool of himself, Dean put his drink down on the counter and leaned in just a hair closer.
"Show me what you've got, Novak."
Castiel ignored the way his heart was racing, or how is stomach was twisting at the thought of this being real. He waited anxiously, almost wanting to bounce on his feet as Dean stayed silent for a few moments. They felt like they were the longest moments of his life.
He'd never wanted to kiss someone so badly.
Castiel's eyes never left Dean's face as he set his cup aside, and the second Dean spoke up, Cas grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, smashing their lips together as his fingers curled further into his shirt. His other hand found its way to Dean's hair, his fingers immediately tangling in Dean's hair.
He kissed Dean fiercely, all the want and need he's ever had for Dean put into that single kiss. Dean's lips were soft, and he tasted like beer and mint, and Cas couldn't get enough of it.
This was nothing at all like kissing a girl. This wasn't fruity lip balm and long hair. This wasn't soft curves pressed against his body. This was hard and strong and aggressive. This was intensity like Dean had never experienced from a kiss and he quickly found himself getting addicted to the feeling of someone that could meet him push for pull.
Not wanting to seem like an inactive participant, Dean's hands found their way to Castiel's hips. Though they didn't stay there for very long. Honestly, Dean couldn't decide where he wanted to touch and his hands started roaming from Castiel's hips, up to his hair, and back down again.
As Dean started kissing him back, Cas melted. Once Dean's hands started roaming over his body, he was putty in Dean's hands. He'd wanted this for so long, fantasized about it even, and it was actually happening. Cas deepened the kiss a little, swiping his tongue along Dean's bottom lip before focusing on just enjoying the feeling of his lips again.
Dean was intoxicating.
After a few moments, Cas pulled away for air, but kept close to Dean, glancing between his eyes once his own were open, panting a little because of the intensity.
"Damn, Winchester," Cas breathed out, licking over his own tingling lips for a moment, still able to taste Dean on them, "If I knew you could kiss like that I would've done it a long time ago." His voice was teasing and his smirk came back.
"Should've asked around," Dean panted softly, "I'm sure you would've gotten pretty favorable reports. I've been told that I know what to do with my mouth." The last line came with a smirk of his own, coming back into his comfort zone slightly.
It was obvious that Castiel was just as affected by the kiss as Dean had been, so that at least made him feel like he wasn't totally useless. Yeah, maybe he'd never done anything with a guy, but all the basic mechanics were the same. Dean was a good kisser, and that didn't change based on who he was kissing.
Electricity was still racing up and down his spine as Dean felt his grip on Castiel tighten just a bit. He wanted more. He wanted to kiss Castiel until neither of them could breathe.
Cas chuckled and shook his head, pressing his chest against Dean's.
"You know I don't listen to what all of these people say. I would've had to see for myself sooner or later," he hummed, running his thumb over Dean's swollen bottom lip. He looked disheveled because of Cas messing with his hair and shirt, and it was really damn hot.
"Congratulations, Winchester. You passed," he teased, his hand running down Dean's chest and abdomen. God, he could even feel Dean's muscles through his shirt. Dean's tightened grip on him made his heart jump again, and he never wanted this moment to end, but he knew it had to eventually. Cas glanced over to the clock before looking at Dean with a sigh.
"Well, as much as I'm enjoying this, I should get going. I can't be late again. My brother will flip shit," Cas said softly, getting a little uncomfortable. He didn't talk about his brothers or his home life.
Without even thinking about it, one of Dean's hands was slipping into Castiel's unruly hair and he was dragging the other boy in for a second kiss. While this one was still intense and fierce, the pace was slower. They didn't kiss like two drowning men fighting for air.
No, this time, Dean controlled the kiss, and it was languid, like they had all the time in the world. Of course, that wasn't exactly the case, so Dean pulled back after a handful of moments.
"Just in case this never happens again," he said by way of explanation with a small smile and a gentle shrug. He let go of Castiel and let the other boy step back. "Get home safe, Novak."
Castiel was a little surprised when Dean pulled him in for another kiss. This one was slow, and lingering, and now Castiel's heart was racing, and his cheeks began to flush, which never happened to him.
Cas never blushed, he rarely got flustered, but nobody ever kissed him gently. It was always harsh aggressiveness and need, but this was just simple and relaxed. Cas lived for it. When Dean pulled away, Cas blinked a few times, almost speechless.
"I-I, uh…" Cas stuttered, only blushing harder as he shifted, "Yeah, uh, you too, Dean." His voice was quiet as he gave a small, shy smile, his nerves going crazy. "See you later."
He turned on his heels and made his way out to the front porch, stopping once he was outside to collect himself. He just looked like an idiot in front of Dean, and somehow that didn't stop a bright smile from crossing his features.
Dean felt ridiculously cliche, but before he knew it, he was reaching up to touch his own lips lightly as he watched Castiel walk away. He’d never had a kiss like that in his life. The other boy’s words echoed in his head.
Someone who makes you want them, even after you have them.
Dean did.
He fucking wanted.
Picking up his can, Dean took another gulp of water. Castiel was on his mind for the rest of the night.