Life after Chuck.

Drunken mistakes

"Beerrrrrrr." Dean yelled out as he searched for booze.

"You ran out earlier Dean." Cas said sitting down in one of the big comfy chairs in the Dean cave.

"Can you angel over to a store and get some? And whisky. Lots of whisky. I think tonight is a good night to get hammered."

"Why don't we try your powers out? Part of training."

"You want me to snap my fingers for beer?"

"Think what you want and snap." Cas shrugged his shoulders. Part of him hoped Dean wouldn't be able to do it. He didn't like when Dean drank a lot. And he had a feeling Dean was going to try and get him drunk as well.

Dean snapped his fingers and to Cas's dismay it worked. But Dean didn't just conjure a pack of beer and a bottle of whisky. Laying in front of them was a entire case of whisky and two kegs of beer. He was definitely planing to get Cas drunk along with him.

"I'm not going to drink Dean." Cas sighed.

"Oh come on. Its more fun when you're drinking with a buddy." Dean wined like a child.

"Sam isn't here. If we both get drunk who is going to look after us to make sure we don't do something stupid?" Cas questioned.

"You are not staying sober to just be a party mom. Please Cas." Dean tried to give puppy eyes like Sam does so well.

Cas sighed and took the drink Dean had poured for him. He could never say no when Dean asked him for something like that. A entire keg and a few bottles of whisky later they were both smashed. With Dean having powers it up his tolerance some but still no where near Cas's. So despite them both being fucked up Dean was worse then Cas.

"Sammy hates me." Dean slurred.

"Stop. No he doesn't." Cas hiccuped.

"I'm a demon. We kill demonssss."

"You have demon powers. That all."

"But-"

"No buts." Cas interrupted by putting his hand on the side of Deans face.

"Do you hate me?"

"I could never hate you Dean."

"Angels are supposed to hate demons."

"Stop calling yourself something you aren't." Dean stared to laugh at that.

"I would have to stop calling my self a lot of things things then." A blush crept its way up Dean's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing Cas." Dean took a swig out of the bottle of whisky in front of him.

"Dean." Cas looked at him intently, trying to get him to talk to him.

"I may be drunk but I'm not that drunk." Dean mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" Cas was really confused now.

"You said to stop calling myself things that I'm not." Dean stated.

"Yes?"

"Demon isn't the only thing I call myself that's not completely right."

"Dean I don't understand."

Dean groaned and chugged what was left in the bottle. He got up to walk away but Cas grabbed his arm. The contact immediately sent chills down Dean's body. He got mad Cas stopped him. When he turned to look at him he purposefully flashed his demon eyes to tell Cas to let go. Instead of getting the message Cas placed his other hand on Dean's face. Dean leaned into his touch without thinking.

"I can tell you did that on purpose. It doesn't scare me." Cas said getting a bit closer. Dean didn't say anything he just stared at Cas refusing to change his eyes back.

"Even if it was more then just the powers. If Jack had turned you into a full demon, took your soul. I'd still be right here with you." There were actual tears in Cas's eyes. The alcohol getting to him more then he intended. At Cas's words Dean's eyes shifted back.

"Son of a bitch." Dean mumbled.

Dean closed the distance between himself and Cas and locked his lips to the angels. Cas was shocked and didn't know what to do. When Dean didn't pull away immediately Cas relaxed a little. Dean wrapped one arm around Cas's waist and the other around his wrist that Cas still had on Dean's face. At that Cas melted into the kiss. It was sloppy do to the alcohol but intense none the less.

Dean thought about being on one of the recliners and without moving they were suddenly there. Dean used his powers to teleport them without even thinking to much about it. Dean was sitting in the recliner with his feet up and Cas was straddling his lap. Their lips never left each other's and they just continued to make out without acknowledging they just magically moved.

Dean's hands moved to Cas's waist to pin him to himself. Cas wove his fingers into Dean's hair and tugged gently earning a moan from Dean. Cas slowly moved his kisses from Dean's mouth. He traveled slowly down his neck untill Dean moaned agin. At the spot that caused him to moan Cas latched on, sucking and biting earning even more pleasured sounds from the man underneath him.

Cas could feel Deans hardening erection under his ass so he started to slowly grind against him. Dean grabbed his face and pulled Cas back to his mouth. The kissing got a bit aggressive. Tongues fighting for dominance against one another. Cas moved back in Dean's lap a bit. He slowly moved his hand down Dean's chest untill he reached his pants. He started to undo it and Dean's eyes shot open. He pulled Cas's hand away.

"Cas stop." Dean's voice was just above a whisper. Cas looked up at him and it looked as if Dean was about to cry.

"Dean whats wrong?" He went to put his hand on the side of Dean's face but he jerked away.

"Get up." Dean said a bit meaner than he intended.

Cas listened to him and climbed off his lap. Dean jumped out of the chair and left the room leaving Cas behind. He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled punching the wall. The added strength from his powers caused the concert wall to crack a little from the impact.

Dean huffed and ran his hands through his hair and and down his face. He snapped his fingers and another bottle of whisky appeared on his desk. He waisted no time poring himself a glass and downing it. His head was spinning and he felt as if he couldn't breathe right. What just happen? What did he do? Why did he do that?

He looked down at himself and his dick was still hard. He ran his hand over the bulge and groaned. He stripped down to nothing and flopped down on the bed. He started to jack himself off and thoughts of what just happen with Cas immediately started replaying in his head. He didn't care at that moment he just wanted a release. Not long after he started his hand was covered in his own cum. He cleaned himself off, took another shot of whisky and went to bed.