Destiel Imagines

15. spin the bottle

Dean scowled under his breath as he looked around the room at the gathering of people. Cas, Sam, Gabriel, Meg, Jo, Charlie, Kevin - it was a full room and they were all dead set on playing spin the bottle. It wasn't as if Dean hadn't done that, and worse, before. No, the thing that bothered him was the fact that Cas was present...and that spinning him was a very real possibility.

Charlie gave a slightly tipsy laugh, pulling out an empty bottle and setting it in the middle of their circle. "Alright, let's get this party started," she said with a sly wink at Jo, who blushed bright pink. "Kevin! You're up."

Kevin spun, and they all watched the bottle twirl slowly round and round until it finally came to rest...with the mouth pointing towards Meg. Kevin blanched, looking up at the demon girl, who smirked. "What's the matter, Kevie?" drawled Meg, "Scared of a little action?"

Kevin muttered something under his breath, scooting over to Meg and pulling her face towards his, kissing her hard on the mouth. When he ended the kiss, everyone could see that Meg was caught off her guard and maybe even a little bit breathless. She hadn't expected soft, innocent little Kev to be so impulsive. She tried to cover it up with a nasty joke, but it was too late; Kevin returned to his seat well aware of his victory.

"Looks like it's my go, ladies and gentlemen," said Gabriel, twirling the bottle confidently. "And the winner is..." The bottle landed on Sam, whose eyes went round as he looked up at Gabe's grinning face. "Samantha Losechester! It's your lucky day."

Gabe flashed, reappearing on Sam's lap. Before the hunter could even react, Gabriel kissed him passionately, obviously the dominant one as he hungrily devoured Sam's lips.

"Whoa!" said Dean, alarmed. "Alright, that's enough porn for one day, lay off the Fifty Shades of Grey crap, would you?"

Gabe just smirked, his eyes on Sam's as he trailed a line of kisses down the moose's neck. "We should do this more often," he said, raising an eyebrow. Then, in a blink, he was back in his seat. Sam remained stunned, frozen in place.

"You still alive, Sammy?"

Sam cleared his throat. "Um. Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Shaking himself, he glanced meaningfully at Jo. "You're up."

She blushed sweetly, flicking the bottle.

Not surprisingly for anyone, it stopped at Charlie. The boys hooted and hollered. Charlie raised her eyebrows. "You up for this?"

Jo rolled her eyes. "You know what, why not."

Charlie laughed and kissed Jo briefly, and the guys cheered. Charlie swatted Dean's arm. "You shut your face."

Sam's turn. He flicked the bottle. Dean smiled knowingly, certain that it'd land on Gabe. But...it didn't. Instead, it came to rest on Castiel, whose whole face went white as a sheet.

Sam groaned. "You good, Cas?"

"I-I...yes. Yes. Of course. It is only a game."

"You know how to kiss, right?"

Cas looked doubtful. "I've seen the pizza man do it."

"Aaand things just got awkward," muttered Dean under his breath.

Sam sighed. "Alright, come here, let's do this." He and Cas joined each other; Sam looked reluctant but vaguely amused, whereas Cas looked utterly terrified.

Dean scowled. He had no idea why he'd suddenly gotten so irritated. Maybe he just didn't like seeing his little brother romping around sucking angels' faces off. Yes - that was definitely it. Definitely.

Gently taking Cas's face in his hands, Sam kissed the angel on the lips, letting go after only a few moments. Cas looked as if he'd just been stabbed. Honestly he seemed near to tears.

"You okay, trench coat?" drawled Meg, raising an eyebrow.

Cas sat down. "I'll manage." He sounded dead serious.

At that, Dean finally snapped. It wasn't seeing angels kissing his brother that bugged him. It was seeing his brother kissing his angel. "You know what?" Grabbing the bottle, he spun it, then stopped it with his hand in Cas's direction. The others looked at him, surprised. "My turn."

Dean scooted closer to Cas and took the angel's face in his hands, but before he could make a move, Cas kissed him passionately on the lips, gripping his leather jacket and pulling him close so that their bodies were flush. The moment stretched on; Dean was utterly shocked, and he felt as if he'd become stuck to the floor, frozen in place, like stone. He kissed back. Cas's lips moved against his, their mouths hungrily seeking one another. Finally, they stopped, gasping air as if they'd never breathed before in their lives and staring into each other's eyes.

After a long silence, Gabe began to clap slowly.

"Bravo, Scooby Doo and Shaggy," he said. "You two knuckleheads finally figured it out."

Charlie burst out laughing. "Sam, you owe me twenty bucks."

"Dammit," Sam muttered, but he was still grinning.

"Wait a second." Dean stared at them. "You were betting on how long it'd take for us to kiss?"

"You two have done nothing but eye-fuck since the second you met, Casanova," exclaimed Gabe. "You're damn right we've been betting on it!"

Dean considered getting pissed. Then he dismissed the idea and kissed Cas again, ignoring his friends' triumphant whistles and cheers.

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