From Dare, To Love

""It was a dare, wasn't it?" Castiel hissed, his eyes squinted. "Wasn't it?"

Dean pursed his lips, his eyebrow raised, as if Castiel's anger was somehow amusing. "Okay. You guessed it. It was a dare. Happy?"

"What was the dare?" Castiel resounded; almost growled, in a voice octaves lower than usual. "To flirt with me? Did you 'complete' the dare to flirt with the nobody?"

Dean smirked again, the corner of his perfect pink lips curling. "No. It wasn't to flirt with you." He spoke, almost plainly. Like, it wasn't a big deal at all. "It was to make you 'want' me."

Castiel turned his head from Dean, putting in a conscious effort in breathing.<br />
Dean continued, and his voice was as if he was resisting the urge to chuckle. As if Castiel's rage was actually entertaining. "You ought to thank me, Novak. I found a loophole. I'd have slept with you, and you would've 'wanted' me, and that'd have been it."

Castiel's voice stuck in his throat.

"But," Dean still spoke, easily, as if it were something commonplace. "What Ketch meant by 'wanting' was making you fall in love with me. The whole, whipped, can't-sleep-without-can't-live-without Love-me-tender-by-Elvis-Presley love."

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A/N: Hey, I'm writing a book like this, after a very long while. Hope you guys like it. Any feedback is appreciated, be it through comments or messages, to me.

You can also find this book on ao3 (Archives of our Own), and tumblr.

Have an awesome day ~ Sheya