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A booming knocking sound disrupts Sam from his daily scan of weird news articles on the laptop. Dean is sitting across from sam at the large bunker table digging into a bowl of cereal. Dean wipes his mouth.
“Must be Cas. Let him in would you Sammy?”
“Why can’t you? I’m trying to find us another case here.”
“So?” Dean takes another bite of cereal chewing it with his mouth open, the way he knows annoys Sam’s precious sensibilities the most.
“You’re a pig.” Sam says getting up and climbing the stairs to answer the door. Dean goes back to finishing his bowl of cereal. He hears Cas speaking to Sammy on the way down, his rumbling voice soothing the sore spot in his heart from his absence. Cas was his best friend after Sammy. It was normal to miss the strange guy, he told himself.
Dean stood up to give the guy a hug when Sam and Cas rounded the corner and Dean stopped short. His brother and Cas were still talking, unaware that Dean had just had a weight punch through his chest.
Cas was wearing blue military fatigues, with black steel toed boots. His shoulders seemed to fill out the Cami shirt in a way Dean had never seen before. His left hand was holding a crossbow Dean recognized as the “Predator” and on his face sat a pair of Aviator glasses. Dean cleared his throat, feeling suddenly very funny down south.
“Sammy.” Dean said. Cas looks Dean in the eye, his blue ones searing into Dean’s with an intensity that caused Dean to catch his breath.
“Hey Cas” Dean says breathless as he’s digging in his jeans front pocket. His hand brushes his erection, and ignoring it he hands Sam the keys to the Impala.
“Just drive. Anywhere. For a long time.” Dean’s voice croaks as he speaks. He prays that no one else notices. Sam frowns. Cas only studies Dean’s face, and Dean knows he’s taking a huge risk, but his brain is in a fog, and the only clear thing he can see right now is Cas’s face.
“What?” Cas shifts his feet, watching the exchange between the brothers.
“GO. NOW.” Dean says impatiently opening Sam’s hands placing the keys there.
Sam sighs. “Ok then, do you want anything to eat? Pie maybe?” Cas goes around the table to sit in the chair opposite of where Dean was sitting. Dean smirks at Cas,
“Sure.” Dean bites his lip, and he knows it’s probably making Sam uncomfortable if he notices but he no longer cares. “Pie sounds great.”
“Okkkkay. See you guys soon.” Sam says turning to grab his coat off the hook and climbing the stairs. Dean glances at Cas from the side and sees that his face is red.
“Bye Sammy.” Dean says grinning from ear to ear. Dean sits down in his chair again, mind spinning. He’s been feeling funny in his chest for a while now, even /down there/ which both scared and excited Dean. As for this feeling in his chest, he’s never really felt it before, and he wasn’t sure what /it/ exactly was.
A hunter had no time for things like feelings. It just wasn’t allowed. Those things clouded your judgement, caused mistakes. Mistakes lead to death.
“Dean.” Cas’s voice rumbled in the silence, and Dean closed his eyes reveling in it. He hadn’t realized how much he missed that voice until he heard it again.
“Cas, what are you wearing man?” Dean said, his voice as controlled as possible/ He was still breathless, but at least he could give the appearance of control. His heart was beating away in his chest like it wanted to fly away, and Dean scratched his chest, hoping it would stay.
“I was working a case at Fort Lee, VA. I required military clothes so I bought some from this store that sold supplies, uniforms.” He replied.
“An Army Surplus?”
“Yes. A Surplus. The case was pretty cut and dry. Standard haunting in the officer quarters.” Dean nodded.
“That’s-that’s great Cas. “ Dean looked Cas up and down. Cas starts to rummage in his pant leg pocket.
“I brought you back something.” Dean’s heart skipped a beat. “Bros” brought gifts back to their friends all the time right?
“Aww, you didn’t have to do that man.” Dean said as Cas produced a shot glass sliding it across the table to Dean. It read “Fort Lee”. Dean smiled.
“Awesome. Let me go put it in my room.” Dean stood up, and Cas stood up too.
“I’ll go with you.” Dean went down the hallway, Cas’s steps behind him so close he could feel the occasional brush of the fabric against his coat. It was unnerving. His room was clean as always, and Dean walked across the room placing the shot glass carefully on the shelf above his bed frame. He grinned at it, turning around only to bump into Cas, who was standing directly behind him.
Dean took a sharp intake of breath. Cas’s face was barely an inch away. For a second, the world stopped. Silence. Heartbeats. Breathing. Then it shattered as Dean grabbed Cas’s face pushing his lips against his, crushing his chest into him. Cas made a squeak before Dean turned him, laying his gently on the bed. He could be rough later. Right now he wanted to take his time, pour all his thought and intent into this act. His tongue ran along Cas’s bottom lip before he lifted himself up, arms on either side of Cas.
“Is this?” He hesitated, unsure if Cas was going to punch him or smite him into nonexistence.
Cas stared into Dean’s eyes, his soul, it felt like to Dean before shyly smiling.
“This is good.” He leaned up, sliding his hand behind Dean’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this time with more earnest as he slid his tongue into Dean. Dean moaned into Cas’s mouth, immensely pleased that Cas wanted this. He had struggled for so long about his weird feelings for Cas that he was scared to death of actually showing them. But he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed Cas, wanted Cas. Cas paused to start unbuttoning his blue shirt, but Dean stopped him, unbuttoning it instead.
"Dean." Cas stared at Dean.
"Yeah?" Dean said breathless as he finished the buttons and Cas slid the Cami top off revealing a tight dark blue shirt underneath.
"Hurry."