Superficial Love

Chapter 11

~Cas~

I opened my aching eyes expecting to be greeted by my normal surroundings, but instead in a room that looked very unfamiliar.

"Not my house" I caught myself speaking the words into the utter silence.

My head was throbbing painfully, and my body ached all over. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of a large empty bottle of vodka, vodka and what seemed to be deans jeans.

Speaking of clothes, where the hell are mine?

I lifted up the small bit of covers that were barely even covering my legs, to see that I had underwear I didn't remember putting on. Now that I recall, I don't even remember taking anything off. Suddenly I heard the faint sound of breathing coming from my left and oh god I wish I hadn't looked.

Laying next to me in just underwear as well was...Dean? Dean. Dean? Wait...DEAN?!

I quickly hoped out of the bed as comfortable as I was, and made my way to the bathroom. Honestly, I felt like I was gonna throw up. I just woke up next to Dean, in someone else's house, almost naked, and horribly hung over.

I turned the water on in the sink and started splashing cool water on my face.

"Ok Cas. Your fine. You've got Dean with you its-"

"Cas why the hell are you talking to yourself?"

I turned my head to see that Dean was sitting upright on the headboard, and staring at me through the bathroom door.

"Because that's what I do when I wake up next to Dean Winchester in a house I don't remember sleeping at"

"Good point"

I watched as he brought his hand to his hair, brushing through it with his fingers and then sighing loudly. With the morning sun bursting through the window behind him, and his amazing body just laying out on the bed he looked Bangable. But I kept it in my pants, well, underwear which was not doing a good job of hiding my thoughts.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and walked over to a drawer most likely consuming clothes. Were we at his house? No we couldn't be. He picked out two pairs of sweatpants, and no shirts. I'm still not sure if I'm happy about that or not.

He started making his way over to the bathroom where I was standing, and then stopped once he realized I looked a little flushed.

"You ok Cas?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little surprised"

He threw one pair of sweats to me which I caught, and then slipped on.

"Your positive your ok?"

"Yes Dean, I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time remembering what happened last night."

He nodded as if to approve that I was ok, and then walked to the edge of the bed to sit down. Of course, being the morning sap that I am I walked over to sit next to him.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Most of it, why?"

"Just curious"

I laid my head on his bare shoulder which he kept still for me, and then started playing with the string on the waist of the sweatpants.

"It was amazing" Dean broke the silence

"What happened?"

"To much to say right now, but I'll tell you later"

I don't know where it came from to do what I did, but all I know is that body wanted it. I took my head off of his shoulder and then placed my lips firmly on his. Judging by the way we were practically naked, I'm pretty sure we did worse last night but this was different. Because it was real. I wasn't drunk, he wasn't drunk, it was just us and our feelings for eachother.