Collection of Destiel

Kissing 101

Prompt from anon: Can you do one where dean is trying to explain kissing to cas and it kinda gets out of hand?

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“I don’t understand why their faces were stuck together like that. It looked painful.” Cas remarked lightly as his eyes gazed out the passenger window of the impala at the trees floating by.

“They were kissing, Cas.” Dean rolled his eyes with a snort as he laid on the gas a little more.

When Sammy had mentioned taking Cas out for a few hours to get him out of the bunker, he was happy to oblige. Ever since Cas became human he was constantly moping around the bunker. This seemed like a good thing, until Cas asked a question every two seconds and was constantly bugging Dean about all these human customs. It was exhausting babysitting an ex-angel.

“Kissing.” Cas let the word form in his mouth carefully. “This is a mating ritual, am I correct?”

“You are correct. It is a premating ritual.” Dean hated the terms Cas pegged to everything but he would rather just go along with it than spend an hour trying to teach him one slang word. “When two people like each other, they kiss.”

“Those people at the park were mates?”

“Yes.” Of course Dean didn’t know if those people were together, but it was easier just to say that for arguments purposes.

Cas was silent and Dean was almost feeling like the subject was dropped until Cas made damn sure it wasn’t. “Why do people kiss? Is it pleasurable?”

“Very.” Dean smirked at some flashbacks to some great make out sessions. “You get the right lady, and it is like the greatest thing in the world. Kissing is supposed to make people feel good. To show how much you like someone. Do you ever find someone attractive?”

“Yes.”

“It is a natural urge for humans to want to kiss when they are attracted to someone.” Dean realized that he sounded like his eighth grade Sex Ed teacher. “Kissing is just really hot, alright? But you don’t do it until you met the right girl. And she is into it to.”

“It is mutual?”

“Yes, because if it isn’t, than you are a dick. Never kiss someone if they don’t want to be kissed.”

Cas stayed silent for the rest of the car ride. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Dean knew that Cas was still thinking over the whole kiss discussion. In truth, Dean didn’t want to be the one to talk to Cas about all that stuff, but he also didn’t want anyone else to be the one to tell his friend. Dean personally took it upon himself to make Cas feel welcome to humanity. He rationalized that his protectiveness over Cas had to do with the profound bond.

When they got to the bunker, Cas paused a moment with his hand hovering over the door handle. His icey blue eyes flashed at Dean’s a moment before his mouth opened. “How do you know if you want to kiss someone?”

Dean flushed and immediately turned himself toward his door and exited the car. He didn’t know why he blushed, but that question seemed more loaded than any of the others. His eyes watched Cas carefully step out of the impala and turn to stare at him over the hood of the car.

“You just know, Cas.” Dean paused as he tried to sort something out of his mind to say. “When you find someone to kiss, I guess you’ll just now. You won’t have to ask any questions.”

“Kissing comes natural? Will that person teach me how to do it?” The innocence and fear in Cas’ voice made Dean smirk.

“When you find the right person to kiss, I think that they should be understanding of you never kissing before. So, yeah, they should teach you. If they are worth it.”

Cas nodded, seeming satisfied with what Dean had told him. “I would like to find the person to kiss.”

Dean nearly choked on air. Maybe he had never thought of his angel really being human, but now he realized that Cas was starting to feel the weight of loneliness and the need to be close to someone intimately. Oh God, Dean was not prepared for this.

“Uh-Cas… I guess we could go to the bar-“

“No. I do not like the kinds of people at the bars we go to. I do not like the idea of sharing this premating ritual with a stranger.” Cas squinted and sighed deeply. “I need to court.”

“Court?” Dean couldn’t help the laughter burst from his throat. “No one says that, man. It is ‘date’. You want to date someone. Do you have a type?”

“Type?”

“Yeah, yknow. Like blonde chicks, red heads, big boobs, little chunky girls-“

“I have no preference.” Cas turned his back to Dean and started back to the bunker as if the conversation had lead somewhere he wasn’t comfortable with.

Dean trailed after him hurriedly. “I don’t understand who-“

Cas stopped walking abruptly and Dean nearly ran into his back. The ex-angel turned swiftly and stared into Dean’s eyes. Their faces merely inches from each other. Cas studied those piercing green eyes up close while Dean tried to level his breathing and keep the flush from his face.

“Do you like kissing, Dean? Is it something you enjoy?”

Dean nodded slowly. “With the right person, yeah.” In his mind Dean realized that he said ‘right person’ and not ‘right girl’.

“Why do humans cherish this act so much? It seems to me as mundane as shaking hands. Just flesh touching. I do not-“ Cas’ eyes flicked down to Dean’s lips for only a millisecond but it was enough for Dean’s heart to surge.

“It isn’t just flesh touching Cas.” At this point the hunter was leaning in and could feel Cas’ warm breath on his chin. Their eyes painfully locked. “When two people kiss, it is like they are giving themselves over to the other. Trust and love… it is intoxicating to hold someone that close to you. People crave it because it can’t be explained. It just is.”

“I want to kiss you, Dean. I want you to teach me and no one else. I do not trust anyone else.” The words were rough in between little harsh breaths from Cas.

Dean could already see the longing in those blue depths. “You sure, Cas?”

“It was always meant to be you.” And before Dean could blink warm lips pressed against his.

If it wasn’t such a serious matter, Dean might’ve laughed at how Cas tensed and just pressed their lips together but made no signs of moving. But the hunter understood how much Cas was giving him, trying to make this work. So he brought up his hand and wrapped into softly around Cas’ neck. His thumb rubbed comforting circles over his jawline. Cas seemed to melt into the touch as Dean smiled into the kiss and tilted his head as his tongue came out and lightly danced along Cas’ lower lip. The chapped lips of the exangel opened on command and both men gasped as their tongues collided and the kiss became a heated jumble of desperate wanting.

Cas finally pushed back and peeled open his eyes to stare open mouthed at Dean. Dean marveled in the look of flushed pink on his friend’s cheeks. And the way Cas’ eyes sparkled like never before. It was almost too much to see Cas like this. He seemed so human now, so fragile against Dean’s hand.

“That was… a kiss.” Cas stated softly.

Dean nodded with a smirk as he kept their bodies close. “Yeah, that was a kiss.”

“I liked it. I see the appeal. May we do this more?” Cas paused with a small smirk of his own. “I think I need practice.”

Dean snorted as he gripped Cas’ neck a little tighter. “Sure thing, Cas. Next lesson: making out.”