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Castiel

"Hey, little sister, wanna get us another round?" Dean slurred, finishing off the last of his whiskey.
"I'm younger by less than two minutes, you little punk," you shot back at him.
He just nods, his eyebrows raised, a smug smirk on his lips. "Hey, Cas!" he yells to the angel, who sits just across the table in a quiet conversation with Sam.
"Yes, Dean?" he asks, his glacial eyes glancing from you to your brother.
"Wanna get us another round?"
"Dean – " he begins.
You huff and cut him off. "Never mind, I'll get it." You start to get up as Cas furrows his eyebrows.
"No, it's fine, Y/N, I'll get it." He quickly stands, but you don't stop either.
"Why don't you both go get it?" Dean smiles, proud of himself, as he goes to drink from his already empty glass.
You both give him a dirty look before taking off to the bar counter.
"I'm quite the matchmaker, Sammy," Dean puts his elbows on the table and leans closer to Sam, who sits across from him.
Sam just quirks and eyebrow and half-smirks. "You're drunk, Dean."
Dean scoffs, his eyes lazily wondering over to you and Cas, who still wait for the drinks at the bar. Castiel is much taller standing next to you, one of the few differences between you and Dean, as your head looks up at him to talk. Cas says something that makes you laugh. A smile spreads across the angel's face at seeing you smile, and Dean looks back over to Sam.
"Matchmaker," is all he says.
Soon, the two of you are back at the table with drinks for everyone. "Took you long enough," Dean comments, picking up his glass of whiskey.
"You're welcome," you say.
Dean's eye catches something across the room, a pretty girl, you see as your eyes follow his. He gets up and moves over you to get out of the booth without saying a word. He could be quite the ass when he was drunk. You just shake your head and take a swig of beer.
"I, uh... I'm gonna..." Sam doesn't even try to make an excuse as he exits the booth as well.
You go to say something snarky to him, but decide not to. Now it's just you and Cas. "So..."
Castiel's icy eyes meet yours. "I find it fascinating how similar you are in looks with Dean. You both have the same eyes and hair and you even have the same freckles on your nose, but you are almost nothing like him in personality."
You let out a small laugh, bringing the beer to your lips. "Well, I'm going to take that as a compliment."
He gives a small smile and nods, saying nothing.
Awkward silence settles in between you.
The bar stinks of booze and cigarettes, and the place seems to get rowdier and rowdier by the minute, filling up with more and more people. You suddenly become very uncomfortable.
"Do you want to go back to the hotel? There's an awful lot of people here, and since you're kind of an angel, being in a bar doesn't really do you any good."
Castiel nods, and begins to get up eagerly. "I don't much like it here either," he says, his voice gravelly and deep.
You look over to wave bye to your brothers, but see that Dean is deeply immersed in a close conversation with some blond, and Sam seems to be talking up a girl of his own at the counter.
Back at the hotel, Castiel and you sit awkwardly beside each other on the couch, flipping past porn channel after shopping channel. Finally, with a sigh, you turn the TV off and turn to Cas.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed," you say.
He nods, and you both stand up simultaneously, bringing each other awkwardly close. But as you stand there, neither of you flinch away, just search each other's eyes. And you slowly trail to each other's lips. What was happening?
You don't know what to do, just standing there like a deer stuck in the headlights as you look up into Cas' stricken face. You might have said something, but whatever it was, it was left on your tongue as Castiel moved even closer to you, his lips brushing over yours, almost like he was testing the waters.
When you don't shy away, he closes the rest of the distance, his lips melting over yours. It wasn't the most heated or show-stopping kiss, but for you, it was breathtaking. He kissed you with meaning, as if this kiss had been a long time coming. After a few seconds of just standing there, lips clashing slowly together, his hand moves to the back of your neck, trailing up into your hair, as the other cups your cheek.
A few more seconds pass, and slowly, reluctantly, you part, his eyes looking deep into yours, expectant and scared. It was either laugh it off awkwardly, or keep going, and it wasn't the former.
The both of you figured neither Dean nor Sam would be back into this hotel room until morning, and they acted as if they already expected Cas and you to be together, practically abandoning the two of them as if they'd shewed them away.
So, Cas entangled his hand in your hair once again and kissed you with a growing passion. Your hand moved to the lapel of his trench coat, tugging his body closer to yours, the other arm draping around his neck.
His tongue moved over your lower lip and you parted your lips immediately, allowing him entrance to your mouth. You melted into him like fluid, the kiss seeming to bring you some place far, far away, as if it was putting you into some blessed trance. It was exquisite.
After a few more minutes of the two of you melding together, in an unexpected passion, you slowly parted. Moments passed of neither one of you knowing what to do, just standing there, eyes darting across each other's features, searching for an answer of what happens next. Did this really just happen?
You were the first to break the silence with a small, shy giggle. Castiel soon followed with a meek smile. You detached limbs from one another, the awkwardness returning like a sheet draping over the two of you.
"I... um..." you stuttered, moving towards the bathroom, a blush hot on your cheeks. You both stumbled for words, until you gave up and pointed to the bathroom. "I should get ready for bed."
About a month passed with similar, small exchanges going on behind closed doors. The two of you figured Dean and Sam assumed you were together, their antics of leaving the two of you alone never lightening. But, the two of you were wrong.
"You think they actually want to get together?" Sam asked, walking through the bunker with Dean. "I mean, we couldn't have made it more obvious, Dean," he chuckled.
He just shrugged. "I thought so. I mean, we've known Y/N our whole friggin' lives. You saw the signs, didn't you?" He scratched the back of his neck as they neared the library.
Sam frowned, nodding. "Maybe we read them wrong."
"I don't know, Sammy, I still think – "
The brothers stopped talking as their eyes landed on the sight before them.
Both your arms were wrapped around Cas' neck, one of his hands pressed against your lower back, the other tangled in your hair.
"Damn," Dean's muttered words snapped you from Cas' grasp.
You looked at your brothers, a shocked expression across your twin's face, his mouth ajar, and Sammy just had a wide grin across his face his, his eyebrows raised, creasing his forehead. Both surprised.
"We, uh, thought you already knew."