“I told you, Dean, it was the only way to get information out of her!” Cas yelled, following an angry Dean into the kitchen of the bunker. “She wouldn’t talk otherwise.”
“But sleeping with her?” Dean turned, mug in hand, a sarcastic look plastered to his face. “Cas, you don’t sleep with a reaper.”
“Let’s be real, Dean. It’s not like I haven’t slept with one before.” He sighed at Dean’s oblivious expression. “When I was human? And honestly? It’s not like you’ve never slept with a monster before, either.”
Dean scoffed, turning to pour coffee into his mug. “Oh, please.”
“What about the Amazonian? Doesn’t that count?”
“Pfft. No. That wasn’t...that doesn’t count.”
“Then Anna!”
Dean scoffed. “What, now angels are monsters too?”
“Dean, she wasn’t human!”
“Well, she wasn’t a reaper!” Dean shot, the absurdity of the conversation getting to him. “You don’t...geez, Cas.” he rubbed his eyes tiredly, ridden with disappointment.
Cas crossed his arms, fed up with Dean, but letting his words get the best of him. At the time, there really hadn’t seemed like any other choice, but as he thought back, it started to seem like a rather...naive decision.
“Well either way, she was...cooperative.”
Dean raised his eyebrows, leaning against the counter lazily.
“She told me everything we needed, er, afterwards, and…”
“And what?”
Cas looked at the ceiling, suddenly shying away. “And she said I was...a good kisser.” he mumbled.
“A good kisser?” Dean leaned forward in disbelief.
Cas said nothing, avoiding Dean’s intent gaze.
He laughed sarcastically. “Great. What do you want, a medal? Maybe I’ll tell Sam that now we have a lure for our hunts, and don’t even need to get our hands dirty anymore, since Cas is so good at screwing monsters!”
What was with Dean? “Well, at least I’d be a better lure than you.” Cas muttered before he could stop himself.
“What?” Dean scoffed, unsure of what he had heard.
“Dean, we all know that the second you get into bed with someone, all moral logic flies out the window.” Cas seemed apologetic, yet honest. “Why do you think sleeping with her actually worked for me?”
Dean scoffed, taking the accusation as an honest insult. “Oh really? Give me one example of my loss of ‘moral logic.’ One.”
“The Amazonian.”
“Oh, don’t bring that up again!”
“Anna did end up being a traitor, you know.”
“Well, she wasn’t at the time.”
“Cassie Robinson!”
“That-what? How do you even know about that?”
“I’ve read the Supernatural books!”
They were both shouting at each other now, caught up in a relentless, meaningless battle to prove each other wrong. Though they were heated, they began to see the absurdity of the argument, and the pointlessness of their words.
“Good kisser my ass…” Dean muttered, almost as an afterthought, his mind elsewhere. He shook his head, but the disappointment seemed to be gone. Instead of the reaper, Cas could clearly see that something else was bugging him, now.
“Wait, you’re not...jealous, are you?” Cas raised an eyebrow.
“Wha...Jealous?” He laughed. “Jealous. Seriously, Cas? I could out-kiss you any day.” He replied with a surprising amount of seriousness, his face just barely flushing a shade of pink.
Cas couldn’t help but smirk at how funny it was, watching Dean desperately try to hide his emotions. Dean probably never got, well, compliments like that. He prided himself on his charisma and appeal. It was no wonder he was easily jealous after Cas was the one being sexually irresponsible, for once.
“Are you sure?” Cas taunted, the smirk never leaving his face. “Because you seem a little threatened.”
Confusion flooded Dean’s face, like he was unsure of what Cas was getting at, yet desperate to protect his masculinity and prove his point. The coffee lay idle, cooling and forgotten in his hands.
“Unless, of course, you can prove it.”
“What?” Dean responded, disoriented. He seemed to be lost in the conversation, oblivious to where it was going. The cup dipped down in his hands, some of its contents spilling over. He set it on the counter, unconcerned. “Prove what?”
“If you think you’re such a good kisser, prove it.” Cas dared, not hesitating to take a few steps forward. He had found a certain smug confidence and didn’t question for a second what he was doing.
There was only a second of hesitation. In a blur, Dean grabbed Cas and swung him around, pinning him against the counter. Cas’ heart raced in surprise. Meeting Dean’s eyes, he could see a new feeling exciting; the anger beginning to melt away and form something new.
Cas had seen Dean get dangerously possessive, mainly with girls he met at bars, but he had never been on this side of the movement, before.
Not that he was complaining.
Dean leaned in, pinning Cas’ arms to the counter. His shadowed green eyes glanced down, running themselves boldly along Cas’ lips. Tilting his head in the slightest movement, Dean brushed his lips against the angel’s, causing Cas to give in and tilt his head almost by instinct. In mere seconds, he had forgotten the argument he cared so much about.
“What was that, Cas?” Dean murmured. “What am I supposed to be proving?”
“The fact that I am definitely a better kisser than you.”
Dean scoffed. “You know, Cas, I really don’t like to lose arguments.”
Cas sucked in a sharp breath of air as Dean dipped down, nibbling at a sweet spot the angel didn’t even know he had.
“In fact, I rarely do.”
Cas laughed before he could stop himself.
“What?”
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet, then?”
With a last hungry smirk, Dean leaned in, sealing the gap between them. His hips pressed against the angels, cornering him to the marble counter.
Cas forgot to breathe. The feeling was so new, so different than what he had ever experienced before. Were those...Dean’s lips? His mind was muddled. It brought a whole new meaning to the word “euphoria” as Dean ran his tongue expertly along his bottom lip, the way his thumb moved rhythmically along the angel’s jaw. Almost as if he were showing off.
Abruptly, Dean pulled away, leaving Cas gaping and empty at the loss of his lips. Cas opened his eyes to find Dean fixated on his face, the delicious smirk still wiped across his lips.
“What was that you were saying, angel?” Dean remarked, finding his hands tangled in the other’s hair.
“I...uh…”
Dean stole another kiss. “That’s what I thought.”
“Damn it,” Cas groaned. “You really are, aren’t you?”
