supernatural one-shots

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"So... Any new year's resolutions, Cas? Anything you wanna make sure to do next year?"
Dean grinned at his best friend, fingers toying with his beer bottle. The conversation was easy, light. Sam had disappeared into the kitchen moments ago, getting them another round of beers and some snacks. It was the most basic way to celebrate New Year's Eve; just the three of them in the bunker, watching some TV and having a drink. In all honesty, Dean wouldn't trade it for the world.
Blue eyes blinked at Dean from the other end of the couch, full of thought for a moment, but then Cas smiled gently. He looked oddly ruffled without the bulky overcoats; top button of his white shirt undone, tie loose. It made Dean light in the head in a way that he couldn't possibly blame on the two beers that he'd had.
"As a matter of fact, there's something..." Castiel mused out loud, putting down his own now empty bottle.
"Oh?" Dean pried, curious as to what was on Cas' to-do-list. "Wanna share with the class?"
Several heartbeats passed before the angel shifted, angling his body so that he was actually facing Dean, suggesting that he was about to tell something of great significance, a secret perhaps.
"In the year 2016, I want to finally find the courage to kiss the one that I have feelings for." He stated confidently, as if he hadn't just dropped a huge bomb.
Dean, who had been in the middle of taking a sip, coughed up his beer at that revelation. There was a sudden hollow feeling in his gut. Cas wanted to kiss someone. Cas had feelings for someone. And Dean didn't like that idea one bit.
Truth be told, it was Dean's own fault. His own fault for being a coward and never having the balls to talk to the angel about what the deal was with the two of them. Naturally, Castiel would move on once the right person showed up. Nonetheless, it hurt Dean more than he had anticipated, and by now he didn't doubt that he looked absolutely crestfallen, but he couldn't even be bothered to keep his face in check.
He knew that this was his cue to be a good friend and ask who the lucky person was, and support Cas, telling him to go for it. Before Dean could do either of those things, Castiel's heavy sigh put an end to Dean's mental debate.
"You are unbelievable, Dean Winchester." The angel muttered, rolling his eyes, almost as if mocking Dean.
In a blink, Castiel scooted closer to Dean until their knees were an inch from touching. Much slower, he leaned in until they were practically nose to nose. Dean swallowed at their close proximity, but in the back of his mind a very hopeful voice was cheering at this new development. Shit, did Cas mean...
The answer was found in Cas' soft lips against Dean's, meeting in the middle, Dean tugging on Cas' tie to pull him as close as possible as they tasted each other for the first time. As their mouths moved in sync, Dean realized that they should've done this years ago. Oh well, better late than never.
They hastily broke apart at the sound of Sam clearing his throat. Dean could feel a blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as they both looked up, shooting Sam matching apologetic glances.
Sam however, just shrugged as he handed them their beers, lips twitching into a smirk.
"You two couldn't wait until midnight, huh? Figures."
Dean's blush was soon replaced by a smug grin, his hand shyly reaching for Cas' knee. Hell yeah, 2016 was going to be awesome.