Dean leaned over the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala, attempting to fix the broken motor.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelled. The hood had just fallen on his head and made his vision blurry. He had been trying to fix the car for about six hours and no luck.
Out of nowhere, Dean heard a familiar flutter.
"Cas," Dean said, without even looking back.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said from behind his friend. "You seem angry. Can I help?"
"I'm going inside, Cas. I need a break. You can come in the bunker with me if you want to hang out," Dean said, tiredly.
"Okay, Dean."
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Two hours later, Cas figured out how he could fix the Impala's motor. It was quite complicated, which explained why Dean was unable to fix it. Castiel just wanted to make Dean happy.
Dean heard a flutter next to him. It was Castiel, obviously. Dean had been sitting on the couch, watching Sherlock, a show that Sam had introduced him to. Cas sat close to Dean. Really close. So close it made Dean blush. Castiel noticed and smiled.
"Follow me," Cas said.
"O-okay," said Dean, flustered. Cas loved it when that happened.
They walked out to the car and Castiel told Dean to start it.
"Holy shit it works! How?" Dean asked, obviously amazed.
"It's very confusing, Dean, but I fixed it. I fixed it for you."
Dean leaned up against the hood of the Impala and Castiel mimicked his friend's actions. They were now side-by-side.
"Thank you, Cas," Dean said.
Ever since he had been human, Castiel had this weird feeling around Dean. Like if Dean wasn't there with him, he wasn't complete. He figured if he could love, this must be what it felt like.
Castiel moved closer to Dean and Dean did the same. They scooted together so that their legs were touching. They both knew they looked ridiculous, but so did Sam, who the other hunter and the fallen angel didn't know was watching from a window.
Castiel stood up and stepped closer to Dean so that their noses touched. Dean did not pull away. He kept gazing into his angel's magnificent blue eyes, but occasionally glancing at his lips, hoping the human Castiel would be able to take a hint.
He could. Cas closed the gap in between the two and their lips collided. They had both been waiting for what seemed like an eternity for this. Dean bit Castiel's bottom lip lightly, and Cas opened his mouth, allowing Dean's tongue inside. They explored each other's mouths. Sam, still watching, was wondering how they could breathe.
Sammy finally decided he would interrupt just so he could see his brother squirm. He walked outside and pulled his best bitchface.
"Dean, what do you think your doing?"
Dean jumped at the sound of his brother's voice, but it did not really phase Cas. The angel clung to his hunter, still.
"Shit," Dean muttered.
"It's cool Dean, it really is. I've known this was going to happen for quite a long time and I've gotten tired of all the eye-fucking. So I guess I'm trying to say I'm relieved that this happened."
"Whatever, Sammy."
Dean looked back at Castiel, with love in his eyes, and continued as if Sam was never there.
A/N: Haha sorry if I'm a terrible writer
