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Kiss And Make Up

"I'm just saying it was stupid, that's all," Dean shrugged, taking a sip of his beer coolly as the two others glared at him. Sam looked as if he wanted to strangle the two of them, as per usual. Castiel just maintained the blank, stony stare he always did as he moved to the window on the opposite side of the room, clenching and unclenching his fists in a rapid succession.

"I thought that I was helping," Castiel said through his teeth, turning his heat filled gaze to the window at the seemingly never ceasing rain.

"By taking on seven angels! It was suicide!" Dean turned sharply in his chair to glare at his friend, who refused to meet his gaze, staring out the window instead. Sam clapped his hands together and started for the door, probably to escape the tension between the two men.

"Alright, guys, I'm going to get some food, and when I get back you'd better be done arguing," he huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Just kiss and make up already!"

"Kiss? Why would we do that? Dean is clearly very angry." Castiel turned away from the window and gave Sam a questioning look, doing the trademark tilt of his head.

"Not literally, Cas, it's just an expression," Sam said, walking out the door.

"I don't understand," Castiel said, but Sam was already gone.

"You know what I think? I think you went after those angels to prove that you could," Dean spat, completely ignoring Castiel's confusion. "You still think, even after all this, that you're this high and mighty guy, who can do anything he sets his mind to. But you can't. You can die, Cas, you're not immortal, and you're not expendable." He let out an angry breath, standing up an pacing the room while the angel kept his gaze on what had become torrential downpour. He hoped Sam would get home alright.

"Dean, there are thousands of angels, of course I'm expendable," Castiel said, as if it should have been obvious. The sound of the rain was interrupted when Dean threw the bottle he was drinking from at the wall next to Cas, who didn't so much as flinch as it shattered, the shards and remaining liquid raining down onto the floor by his feet. The alcohol sank into the floorboards and swam around the glass, creating an intricate pattern.

"When are you going to see sense, Cas? There are thousands of angels, but there is only one you. And I don't want to lose you." The eldest Winchester turned away from his best friend, as not to show the weakness he was portraying while thinking of another person he loved dying. There had been too many already, and the thought of losing Cas made him feel sick.

"That is not your choice Dean. I will die on my own terms. Not because you don't want to lose me."

Dean ran a hand over his mouth, a thing he tended to do when angry or upset, usually to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret.

"You know, Cas, you're starting to sound like you want to die." He turned back to see that Castiel was actually looking at him now, his head tilted to the side slightly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a reply.

"So what if I do? I deserve to die, Dean! If you'd seen the chaos I caused in heaven, what'd I'd done to my family, you'd probably kill me yourself! I would!" The pain in his best friend's eyes was evident, and Dean tried to imagine the things he'd done to look so haunted. He was still Cas though, no matter what he'd done, Dean still wouldn't let him throw himself into deaths gaping jaws.

"Only I wouldn't, because I can't live without you, Cas. I depend on you. We're family, and no matter what family does, you still love them, because they're blood, and blood is thicker than water," Dean explained, walking up to Castiel until he was right in front of him. He could feel tears prickling behind his eyes, but he couldn't let them out, because he couldn't show weakness. He was Dean Winchester, and Dean Winchester wasn't weak.

"Dean what am I feeling right now?" Castiel said suddenly, looking confused as his cheeks began to flush and his bright blue eyes grew darker in colour. Dean recognized the look, he had seen it many times before, whether he'd been flirting at bar or he was eagerly undressing a woman in his hotel room. Castiel was totally turned on by him. The thought of that made Dean shift-not uncomfortably-in his place, directly in front of his friend.

"I've never had such urges before Dean." The angel looked completely confused, which made Dean completely forget about the argument they were having moments before. The only thing he could think about was how he was making this man feel these things where before there was only anger.

"Why don't you act on them?" He had no idea why he said this, but it just felt right saying them to Cas. He had always identified as straight, but all of that was thrown out the window as Castiel leant forward and pressed his lips onto Deans. It was strange, feeling another man's stubble as they kissed, but at the same time it felt so good because no one had ever kissed him like this, with so much passion and desire.

The kiss became more intense, and they found themselves on Dean's bed(😉)heavily making out. The trench coat was lost somewhere, along with what remained of Dean's straightness. He was almost about to pull back to keep some aspect of his old self intact when the front door opened. Dean heard a bag fall to the ground and slowly looked up to see his little brothers shocked face. No going back now, might as well roll with it. With that thought, he smiled awkwardly, his limbs still tangled with Cas'.

"Hiya Sammy!" He greeted, feeling his face getting extremely red. Sam just slowly backed out of the door, slamming it loudly, and Dean and Cas heard his footsteps running to the Impala. The car door had barely slammed before he was screeching away into the night. Dean chuckled lightly, half in embarrassment and half because it was just so funny to see his brother so flustered. He looked back down at the angel's lust filled eyes.

"Never go without me again," Dean whispered, before he started attacking Castiel's neck with his lips. Castiel's breath hitched and his eyes widened before he whispered the only word Dean wanted to hear.

"Never."