"..never experienced a fear like this.."

Chapter 1

"Pass me a beer, Sam" said an exhausted Dean, who has slept maybe four hours in the last three days.

Sam, who wasn't as tired after sleeping in the Impala gingerly placed Dean's beer in front of him on the table in the bunker, and went to sit down. An agitated Dean spontaneously picked it up and walked to his bedroom, smiling as he hollered "Good night, Sammy". His room always made him happier no matter what mood. A place to call his own was enough to push out the temporary bad in his life.

As he undid the laces on his boots and took off his coat he heard the famous flutter of wings behind him. A wave of security drenched him knowing his angel was watching over him. Continuing what he was doing without turning around he said "heya, Cas". Cas let out an innocent little smile. He could feel how comfortable and happy Dean was and it filled the angel up with glee.

"Hello, Dean", fell off of Castiel's raspy tone. "Was the hunt today successful?

"I'm alive, aren't I?" Dean stated more that asked; still through a mild smile.

Cas noticed his upper right arm was blood-soaked as he removed another layer of plaid. Before saying anything he placed his hand on Dean, intently staring at his would and filled the air with his grace before repairing Dean.

Dean wasn't aware of Castiel's touch, so as soon as he felt the pain wash away he stood up and turned around in shock. Cas still had his palm on Dean's lower shoulder, intensely staring him in the eye. Dean awkwardly let out a "thanks, Cas" that's was barely a whisper. He had no idea what had come over him but he was completely and utterly lost in the blue of Castiel's eyes. This was a new feeling for Dean and he was thoroughly terrified.

The two of them stood, faces 20cm apart, just looking at each other. Studying the features of the other.

Hell, if I'd've studied like this in high school if probably be a doctor. Well.. Dr. Sexy MD. Dean thought, sniggering at his false vanity.

Castiel slowly brought his hand away from Dean's arm and placed it on his hip. Dean was scared and confused, but strangely.. Curious.

He took a small step towards Cas, bringing their bodies millimetres apart. Their breathing intensified and so did Dean's fear. He had fought in the apocalypse, been mauled in hell and confronted Death himself, but he never experienced a fear like this.

Cas brought up his hand and grazed Dean's chiseled jaw with it, causing Dean to tremble and shiver. It felt like hours had passed but it had been only a couple of minutes.

Cas slowly pushed his face nearer to Dean and Dean did the same. Feeling each others moist breath they finally became one and Dean was still
Utterly terrified.

Cas had his eyes closed and was lost in the tender moment yet Dean had his eyes open in shock. He hadn't quite let go yet. He put his left hand on the small of Cas' back, and his right hand on his hip

Breaking the kiss to breath, he looked Cas in the eye.

One, two, three.

He was straight back in there, letting it happen. Eyes closed and lost in the moment, they started playing tennis with their tongues. And Dean liked it.

He was so confused. He was a heterosexual man. But he was kissing another man. And he had never taken so much pleasure in a kiss.

He finally concluded to figure all of this out when he was alone. He couldn't let a passionate moment like this slip by and waste it in his own head.