Another drink turned into six more doubles, after Dean returned to the motel and Castiel told him he'd be there soon.
Soon meant an hour later, stumbling through the door when Dean opened it and chuckling.
"I have a secret," Castiel grinned, falling back to lay down on his bed, surprised to see that his bag had been moved to the floor and the comforter was off just the way he liked it ever since he read that thing about the germs on hotel/motel blankets.
"Oh?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Do you want to hear it?"
"Not really," Dean smiled, dropping to sit on his own bed, facing Castiel. "You're drunk. I don't think that's time to be spilling secrets."
"I like you, Dean," Castiel continued anyway. "I think I have since I met you, but I don't know. I saw you having sex with some girl one night and I think I got jealous. That's when I started to realize it."
He had his eyes closed so he didn't see Dean's shocked expression. "Cas-"
"No, sh, sh, sh," Castiel shushed Dean and laughed. He held out his arm with his pointed finger up. "And then you kissed me! I freaked out." Opening his eyes and looking at Dean, Castiel smiled. "I liked it more than I care to admit."
Dean was still staring at Castiel in shock. He shook his head slowly. "Cas, you're drunk- stop- don't-"
Castiel sat up, despite Dean's protests, and leaned toward Dean, his hands settling on Dean's knees. He squeezed gently and moved forward again to kiss Dean again, deeper than that first one.
***
Reluctantly, Dean pushed Castiel away and shook his head again, hand on Castiel's chest. "Cas, you'd regret this in the morning. Come on, lay down, sleep this off." He forced Castiel to lay down.
"I don't want to lay down," Castiel slurred. "I want to fuck and I want another drink." Dean sighed and moved to the end of the bed to take off Castiel's shoes. "Come on, Dean! I know you like to fuck, you did it every night. It's been a while since you've had anyone on you, pushing you to the edge to bring you back again and do it all over again. And hey! I'm drunk, babe, it'll be easy. Maybe even quick and dirty like you like."
Dean purposefully ignored Castiel's remarks and dropped his shoes on the floor, tugging the sheet out from under his drunken, relaxed form to cover him with it. "Goodnight, Cas. I'll talk to you tomorrow morning, see how you feel then. Okay?"
"Whatever, you're passing up a good opportunity, baby. I'm up for anything, but you aren't, I guess. Goodnight."
***
Castiel woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and a horrible ache in his stomach. The first thing he did was groan and cover his eyes to protect himself from the sun flooding in through the windows. A laugh penetrated his ears and made him wince slightly.
"Rise and shine, Cassie. I've got water and coffee up here for you."
"I don't want to drink anything ever again," Castiel groaned, still not moving. "I'm never moving again either. I refuse to do anything ever- and I mean ever- again."
"Well, someone's pretty talkative for never doing anything ever again." Dean's deep, scratchy voice grated against Castiel's ears and he groaned again.
"Shut up," he sighed, forcing himself to sit up. "Coffee. Now."
A warm cardboard cup was placed in his hands and he took a drink from it that was probably too long for the burning effect it had, but it forced him to wake up. A cold plastic bottle was pressed into his other hand and he sighed again, handing the coffee back to Dean to unscrew the cap of the water bottle and take an equally long drink of that. He then latched his teeth around the ridges of the mouth of the bottle and held his hand out for the coffee, grabbing his bag as he stood up.
A nice shower and change of clothes would help him feel fresh again.
Hopefully.
Some minutes later, Castiel stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly, quicker than any hungover man should be able to. He drained the rest of the coffee and took another drink of his water.
They left not long after that, Castiel with sunglasses on and Dean with the radio turned down to a respectable decibel.
