Heat of the Moment

Seven

Dean Winchester watched his brat of a brother grab a granola bar and walk back into his room. Was that all he needed? Perhaps he just wanted to be a massive dick and interrupt Dean and Castiel's moment. Dean rolled his eyes, facing Cas again. "So," he said, plopping onto the couch. Dean stared at Castiel from the beaten up couch, feeling a little embarrassed that the apartment didn't have that much to offer. But Castiel was looking around as if it was a 5-star hotel other than a crappy apartment.

"So what?" Castiel asked, confusion written on his face.

"So, why would you give up your own humble home to come to my trashed home?" Dean asked Cas, his eyebrows raised.

"Why?" Cas asked, sliding next to him on the couch. "You have something in mind?"

Dean shrugged. He smirked, getting back up and realizing that Castiel must be hungry or something. "I'll make you a snack. And after that, tell my everything," he half-smiled. "All your dirty secrets,"

He got a granola bar, an apple, and water for Castiel, which he took gratefully. "Thank you," he said to Dean. Dean nodded and sat back down, watching Castiel take a bite of the apple, gobble the granola bar down, and take a sip from his cup of water. Dean stared expectantly.

"Well," Cas started. "I wanted to get away, mostly because of my step mom and my dad-"

Dean interrupted, a bad habit. "-What'd they do?" He asked.

Castiel hesitated and Dean knew he was digging too deep. But Castiel answered truthfully, "They hurt me,"

And Dean knew instantly what he meant. He stayed quiet. Castiel didn't cry although his eyes were misty, swimming in tears ready to fall. "It's no big deal," he continued, mostly for Dean's benefit. "I don't know- they give me the best they can but sometimes my dad gets a little drunk. I barely know my step mom because she's always holed up in her room, but today- today she tried-" he broke off, his voice cracking.

Dean was fuming. He wanted to march right up there and kill Castiel's parents. But he knew Cas wouldn't appreciate it. To say the least. "Why?" He asked. "Why the hell-"

"Dean," Castiel warned, his eyes stern.

Dean sighed, nodding. "If I could, and you know I would, I would go there and- and-"

Castiel nodded as if he had thought about it one too many times before, as well. He ran a hand through his black, and slightly curled, hair. Dean stared at his hand, his hair, and caught Cas's eye. "What?" Cas asked.

Dean shrugged, smiling. "Why are you so goddamn intriguing?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

Castiel didn't say anything, only stared. He ran a finger down Dean's neck, causing him to shiver and smirk. Dean liked the sensation Castiel brought to him; the quickening pulse in his ribcage, the feeling of adrenaline that he hadn't felt in forever. "I guess it's just because you make me seem intriguing," Castiel answered.

Dean groaned. "Will you shut your fucking mouth? You're wonderful and I am not joking,"

Castiel only nodded as his fingers trailed down Dean's chest. Dean felt them, like white hot touches that would be scars there, forever. He leaned into the touch, wondering how the smallest things can be so beautiful and mean so much to a person. Castiel's breathing quickened as Dean took his jacket off, shrugging it off to the side expertly and Cas had to wonder how many times he had done it. Dean leaned in, feeling Castiel's hot breath on his mouth, as he whispered, "Here's to first kisses,"

And Cas's eyes widened slowly as Dean stooped lower, kissing Castiel's neck, his lips leaving secrets that only Cas could depict. He continued teasing Castiel, kissing only his neck. Dean felt Castiel groan beneath him softly as his lips slowly moved upward. He knew what he wanted. It was the same thing Dean wanted. Not the intimacy, not the touching, not even the kissing. It was the promise of love that Dean wanted.

Although he didn't mind the other parts.

Dean finally got to Castiel's lips, hesitating, wondering if this was too soon or too much or maybe Castiel wanted to do this somewhere else, not a crappy couch in a crappy room, in a crappy apartment. But in that moment, Dean discovered, specifics didn't matter.

Dean leaned in slowly, Cas doing the same, eager to feel the touch of Dean's lips agains his. Dean pressed his lips to Castiel's, and time slowed. Yeah. It was a chick-flick-ish thing but Dean could have sworn that at that moment, time stopped and the world didn't spin for a moment, and yet, he felt every emotion there was to feel at that moment. He felt anger at Castiel's parents, sadness that Castiel had no one to trust but Dean, passion for the kisses and the touches and how much he wanted too love Castiel and be with him for his whole life and so much more. He felt worry at the thought that this might not work out. When time finally returned and Dean didn't feel so dizzy anymore, he continued to kiss Castiel, his fingers trailing all over his body. Their tongues entwined and Dean felt alive. He had a sense of being again. He gripped the couch and pulled away, breathless. "I don't think we should be doing this with Sammy just rooms away." He joked.

Castiel smiled. "I agree." He kissed Dean on the nose and got up, gathering up some blankets. "I'll just sleep on the couch, then? I wouldn't like to uh... Do anything unsavory,"

Dean chuckled. "No it's okay,"

Castiel licked his lips thinking. "I'll sleep on the floor," he announced.

Dean nodded. "Alright then," he said. "We will just take it slow then. But I'm sleeping on the floor. You get the bed."

And so, that night, Dean slept on the floor because he insisted and Cas was too tired to argue. Castiel slept on the crappy bed that squeaked too much for his liking but he didn't care too much.

Dean's head swam with thoughts, keeping him awake until 1 or so. He thought about Cas and the kiss they had shared and his dad and Castiel's parents- until he fell asleep.