"I like the way your hand fits in mine."
Dean stopped as he heard the slurred words, actually waiting for a moment to contemplate what Cas meant. Typically Drunk Cas was giggly and hyper, but this time, Dean had found him stumbling out of a bar in a much more difficult mood.
They paused in the middle of the sidewalk, Cas' arm draped lazily around Dean to support his lack of coordination.
"Cas, you're drunk." Dean said in response, with as much stability as he could muster.
A snicker. "I know, Dean!"
"I like you better when you're not."
"And I like it when your hair is fluffy." Cas cooed, leaning into Dean, drunkenly sweet. Rolling his eyes, Dean began to walk again, promising himself to never listen to anything else Drunk Cas said again, ever. "The way your hand fits in mine?" What the hell was he talking about? How drunk could he be?
Dean finally managed to get Cas into Baby, ultimately deciding to put him up front in case he decided to cause mayhem in the back. Dean was sure that the second Cas sat down, he would be knocked out cold, but to his surprise, Cas still had as much energy as a toddler on a sugar high.
"...and your forearms, how strong they are. I can just telllll. The way you smell after you shower, like mint and the ocean. How deep your voice gets when you're sleeeeeepy." he laughed drowsily. "Sleepy little Dean."
"Okay, you know what, Cas?" Dean snapped, stubbornly refusing to blush at the seemingly endless array of flirtatious compliments. "Shut the hell up. You don't even know what you're talking about. You're drunk." It was almost as if Dean had to remind himself.
Cas frowned, staring at Dean for a moment. "But Dean," He pleaded, scooting himself across the seat and next to Dean. It was difficult for Dean to ignore how their hips pressed against each other's. He stopped, suddenly hesitant to start the car. "Of course I know what I'm talking 'bout."
"Oh yeah?" Dean questioned, amused at the ridiculousness of Drunk Cas. Dean never knew he could get so...flirtatious.
"Yup." Cad nodded eagerly. "I always notice everything."
"Like what?"
Cas' intense gaze never left Dean's face. "Like your eyelashes. How you rub the back of your neck when you're nervous. The smooth-roughness of your jawline."
The intimate words alarmed Dean, but before he knew it, a warm feeling was stirring in his stomach. Though he knew that Cas was far from sober, far from a correctly functioning mind, there was something about hearing the words come out of his mouth. There was something deep and exhilarating in hearing the emotion come out of the angel's deep voice.
'How you bite your lip when you're thinking," he continued, so close Dean could feel his deep voice resonating. "Your...lips." Cas' eyes dropped shamelessly down, intently tracing the line of Dean's bottom lip.
"Cas..." Dean breathed, unsure of what else to say. His lips were tingling in response to Castiel's line of sight, and Dean bit his lip accordingly.
"Yeah," Cas said softly, smiling. "Like that."
Dean flushed with embarrassment. "You...noticed that?"
"Mmm," Cas murmured drunkenly, sleepy eyes tracing the rest of Dean's face. "I always wonder what they feel like." Without hesitation, he brought a hand up to Dean's face, brushing the tips of his fingers against his cheek and moving them slowly towards his lips. Fascinated, Cas began to run his thumb delicately along Dean's bottom lip. He could feel Dean's breath coming out in short gasps.
"Cas," Dean murmured again, pleadingly. "I..."
He was cut off by Cas' lips crashing greedily against his. Dean gasped, heart racing, but the shock quickly wore off as warmth flooded him, blooming across his face. Cas didn't seem bothered, or shocked at his own actions. Only hungry, desperate to touch Dean and explore every part of his face. Even through his drunkenness, Cas' tongue moved delicately, begging for entry before exploring Dean's mouth completely.
"Mmm," Dean moaned helplessly, lost completely to the feeling of Cas. His hands in his hair, on his chest, against his leg, everywhere. Dean bit Cas' lip, the shyness fading, and the angel moaning Dean's name in response. They moved together expertly, as if they were so familiar with each other's that they had no trouble claiming them as their own.
"Oh by the way," Cas murmured after a few minutes, lips just barely brushing against Dean's. "I'm not actually drunk."
"What?" Dean jumped, momentarily breaking the trance.
Cas chuckled, eyes still lingering over Dean's lips. "Sam thought it would be a good plan so that I could express my true feelings for you." he paused. "Did...did it work?"
"Damn," Dean muttered in disbelief. Laughing, he pulled Cas into another kiss. "Yeah angel, I think it did."
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