empty bottles on a sunday

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Dean looked at Cas, studying him while he was watching the movie. He didn't even know what movie they had picked- nor did he care- he just knew it was one of Cas's favourites.

"You're so beautiful," Dean said under his breath.

Cas turned and looked at him.  "Hm?"

"Oh, nothing," Dean smiled.

"Alright then," Cas turned back to the movie, leaning forward and smiling when the two lead characters kissed.

"Cas, I had said that you were beautiful. Did you know that?"

"Know that you said that or know that I'm beautiful?" Cas turned his head to Dean, but stayed in the same position he was in.

"That you're beautiful," Dean explained. "Because, you are so fucking beautiful."

Cas turned red and then leaned back on the couch to sit with Dean. "I wouldn't say that.." Cas mumbled.

"Castiel Novak, don't you dare. You are so beautiful, so perfect. Your eyes, your hair, your lips, your face- everything. Everything is so goddamned perfect that it's hard to believe you're actually human. You're like a fucking angel."

Cas smiled and pulled on Dean's shirt to get him to come closer. Dean smirked and pulled Cas to him so that their lips met. Cas's hands brushed through Dean's hair as he leaned back, allowing Cas to climb on top of him. Dean's hands tugged on the bottom of Cas's shirt, almost as if he was asking permission to remove it. Dean smiled and slowly pulled Cas's shirt up, feeling his chest as he did so. Cas lifted up for a second just so Dean could pull the shirt over his head.

Dean's cold hands pressed against Cas's back, sending chills up his spine. Their tongues pressed together as Cas slowly undid the buttons on Dean's burgundy shirt.

"This shirt makes you look hot," Cas mumbled into the kiss. He felt Dean smile as he continued unbuttoning the shirt.

Finally, his shirt was open. Cas slowly began to place kisses along Dean's jawline and neck, coming back to kiss his lips every now and then. Cas felt Dean's breath hitch. Dean's hands squeezed Cas's back, soft moans escaping from his lips.

Cas decided to be brave so he began to slowly grind his hips against Dean's. This made Dean grab onto Cas's hair, moaning loudly.

"Jesus, Cas," Dean breathed.

Cas placed kisses down Dean's torso, right up to where his jeans began. Dean's hands tugged on Cas's hair when Cas brushed his hands over the area between Dean's legs. He could clearly see that Dean had an erection.

"Fuck," Dean muttered as Cas slowly undid the buckle of Dean's belt. He wanted to do this right now. He couldn't wait. He wanted to feel Dean inside of him. No one had made him this crazy before.

Once the belt was off, Cas tugged on Dean's jeans. As he pulled of the jeans, Dean stopped him.

"Cas," Dean sighed. "Wait."

Cas froze. Did he not want him? Was he taking things too far?

"I- we-" Dean tried for words. Cas looked up at him in a way that made Dean take in a deep breath. "Jesus, Cas. Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" Cas tilted his head. He began to slowly palm Dean through his boxers. "Hm?"

"C-Cas, I- fuck," Dean moaned. "Cas, n- ah."

Cas palmed harder, watching Dean arch his back. Cas knew that they had only just started officially dating, but he had such strong feelings for Dean. He didn't care if this would make him seem desperate- he was. He needed Dean. And he knew that Dean needed him. Knowing this, he tugged on Dean's boxers.

Hesitantly, Dean put his hand on Cas's. "No, Cas."

Cas looked up at him, slowly sitting up. "What?" 

"Not yet. I want to- oh fuck, do I want to- but not yet."

"Dean, wh-" Cas pouted. Dean sat up so now he was facing Cas.

"I want you to be sure that you want to. Not just 'I feel like having sex right now'. "

"But Dean, I really want to," Cas whined.

"I want you to love me first. We have to be in love," Dean explained, sighing.

"That's not what you normally do," Cas mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Dean crossed his arms over his bear chest.

"You go out and have sex with who you want. No attachment needed. Why is it different with me? I want to have sex with you, Dean. Really bad. I don't think I can wait," Cas said.

"Cas," Dean placed his hands on Cas's shoulders. "You're not like the others. You're special. I want our first experience to be special. Not on the couch of my living room with some crappy Spanish soap opera playing in the background. First, we'll have an amazing dinner. Then, a romantic movie. We'll go to a room with candles lit and red lights and all that other romantic crap. We'll say our 'I love you's and then we'll prove our love. It will be romantic and perfect, not fast and just to get each other off."

"Alright," Cas sighed. "Can we kiss?"

There was a moment of silence before Dean smiled. "Hell yeah."

Dean and Cas spent the night together at Dean's house. They cuddled together on the couch and fell asleep to the sound of the crappy Spanish soap opera.

The next morning as they got ready for school, Cas realised something.

"I don't have any clothes," Cas called from the bathroom.

"Go to your gym locker!" Dean called back. Cas quickly finished brushing his teeth with the spare tooth brush Dean had and peaked his head out of the bathroom.

"I have health right now," Cas pointed out.

"Oh," Dean thought for a moment. "Borrow some of my clothes."

"I don't even have my contacts."

"Wear your glasses," Dean shrugged, walking up to his room. "Come with me."

Cas walked to Dean's room and saw that the walls were decorated with hanging guns. On the wall next to the closet, there were ACDC, Möterhead, Metallica, and Led Zepplin posters.

"The guns were my old man's. He used to collect guns. When he left, he forgot to take these with him. They just so happened to be my favourite ones," Dean explained, sifting through his closet. He pulled out a black shirt. "You can keep those jeans on, right?"

Cas thought for a moment. He didn't like to stay in the same underwear that he wore the day before, but he could do it this one time. No one would even notice that he was wearing the same jeans.

Cas took the black shirt and watched as Dean changed from the burgundy shirt to a plain grey one. Cas turned his back to Dean and pulled off the blue and black cardigan he was wearing from the night before. He slipped on the black shirt and noticed that it was a little loose on him.

Dean walked over to Cas and snaked his arms around his waist. He placed a small kiss on Cas's neck and rested his head there.

"I wish this was our everyday," Dean whispered. Cas could feel Dean's breath against the back of his neck.

"What do you mean?" Cas turned around to face Dean, but Dean didn't move his arms. He began to slowly rock back and forth, causing Cas to do the same.

"You know, wake up together. Make breakfast together. Go to school together. I wish we did that everyday," Dean sighed.

"Dean, if this was our everyday we wouldn't go to school," Cas chuckled. Dean tilted his head.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because," Cas laughed. "we would want to stay here all day."

"Well," Dean mumbled, his head to the ground. "Maybe after we graduate."

"I'd like that," Cas smiled. Did he just make plans to live with Dean after they graduated? That was only eight months away. Was he ready for that?