Title: Kissing lessons

Category: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine

Summary: just a drabble, set somewhere after 5x04 "The End", hence spoilers up to that episode.

Cas asks Dean for a favor, but will the hunter be able to do it? Read and find out.

I know, I should finish my other fic, but this just needed to be written, otherwise it didn't leave my head. Please note that this one is un-betaed, written within two hours.


It was Dean's idea to take Castiel out one more time, as the last time they ended up being kicked out from the brothel.

Surprisingly, Sam supported this idea after bitching a little about corrupting an angel of the Lord, which certainly wouldn't make them any good.

But they both agreed that it would possibly help them relax and forget what they were up against in the near future. Just friends going out, like all normal people do, without any talks about the Apocalypse or anything relevant.

The bar was noisy and crowded, they had hardly managed to find a vacant booth. People were everywhere. The air was humid and filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol. It felt like one could get drunk just by inhaling it.

Dean was finishing his seventh beer, eyeing the angel across the table curiously. Castiel had finished his twelfth bottle, but he looked as sober as he was in the very beginning. Only his blue eyes glistened a little more than usualy.

Sam left them for few minutes to catch a breath of fresh air and Dean used the opportunity to ask the angel a question which had been on the tip of his tongue all evening. It hadn't occured to him before, but right now it seemed essential for some reason.

"So tell me, why did you ditch that girl Chastity, again?" he tried to sound less interested than he really was. "Y'know, I won't take you to a whorehouse again if you do that."

Castiel shifted his gaze to look at him over his thirteenth beer.

"I didn't… ditch her. I just wanted to help her. You should have seen what she's been through in her life. It is horrible. Children of God should not suffer like that."

He then considered something, adding:

"Besides, I was… confused." he lowered his eyes to look at his hands holding the bottle in front of him.

Dean winced.

"Dude, come on. Why should you be confused? It's just sex, after all. No biggie."

He could swear Castiel blushed just a little, avoiding eye contact.

"It's easy for you to say so," he managed finally. "You've had lots of… experience of that sort. As for me, I've never even kissed anyone."

At these words, Dean automatically glanced at Castiel's lips, but quickly returned his look back. He sincerely hoped Castiel hadn't noticed that.

Dean took a swig of beer then, in order to hide his embarrassment.

"It's easy, Cas, you shouldn't worry about it too much. It's like breathing."

After a small pause, Castiel asked:

"Will you… teach me?"

Dean chocked on his beer, liquid splashing all over the table around him.

"I… what?!"

"Will you teach me how to do it?"

"You want me to teach you how to kiss?!" Dean gaped. "How the hell I am supposed to do that?!"

Castiel looked him right into the eyes and said evenly:

"There is only one way."

Dean couldn't manage a word for a while. For some reason, his breath hitched, as he considered the slight possibility of him doing what Castiel just asked. That was just insane.

"I'm not gonna kiss you, don't even ask." he said after he recovered. "There are only certain people on this planet Dean Winchester is ever going to kiss. And all of them are chicks. No offence, buddy."

He watched Castiel attentively, trying to comprehend his reaction, but it was difficult to read his straight face.

After that they sat in uncomfortable silence until Sam returned, rejoining them at the table.

He downed his beer in one swig and turned to his older brother, nodding in the direction of the bartender:

"The next's on you."

Dean got up swiftly and headed to the counter, being glad to find a distraction.

Sam followed him with his eyes noticing his brother's sudden taciturnity.

He then noticed that Castiel was also suspiciously silent, never tearing away his gaze from the table. That was weird.

"Um, Cas?"

Blue eyes looked at him.

"Is everything okay?"

Castiel looked down again.

"Everything is fine."

It was hardly convincing.

"Is it? Then why are you and Dean acting so um… strange?"

Castiel pondered over something.

"Your brother just refused to do me a favor, if that is what you mean. I believe he was embarrassed."

"What kind of favor?"

This was starting to get interesting.

When Dean returned, Sam was holding himself from laughing with all the strength he could manage. Dean looked at Castiel threateningly.

"You told him, didn't you?"

Sam could not hold his laughter anymore. He burst out, holding his arms around himself, tears glistening in his eyes.

"You're a creepy son-of-a-bitch, you know that?" Dean felt his face getting hotter every second.

He wondered what exactly Cas told Sam. Did he just tell him that he asked Dean to teach him how to kiss? Or did he ask Sam as well? For some reason, Dean really wanted to know the answer. But he would never admit that. No way.

He needed more beer.


Later that night Dean couldn't get to sleep. Sam was away doing whatever he did, so Dean had nobody to even talk to.

He was lying on his bed, thinking about what Castiel had asked him to do. He was afraid he could hurt the angel's feelings by refusing him.

On second thought, it wasn't such a big deal, after all. Castiel was his friend and friends should help each other. He was sure it would be nothing like kissing chicks. It would be a purely business matter. Besides, what if the angel would decide to ask somebody else to do it? That thought caused a strange feeling in his chest.

After an hour of agonizing hesitation, he withdrew his cell phone and dialed a well known number. The answer was quick.

In a blink, Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room.

"Hello, Dean."

"Sit down, Cas."

The angel complied, sitting on the edge of the bed obediently.

"What did you want to tell me?"

The hunter shifted, moving closer to Castiel until their faces were few inches away. Dean's cheeks blushed momentarily as he felt warmth radiating from Castiel's body.

"Just… don't tell Sam, okay?" he whispered and received a short nod in response.

He closed the remaining distance between them but then remembered something and stopped, his lips almost brushing against Castiel's.

"Um… you should … just… repeat after me."

Castiel nodded again, holding his body still against Dean's. His eyes were wide open, staring at the hunter, which was quite uncomfortable considering that they were very close.

Dean held his breath, pressing his lips to Castiel's soft mouth and froze for few seconds, letting him adjust to the sensation.

His pulse started racing at the realization of what he was doing but he tried to keep calm.

He failed.

Dean parted his lips, trying to do it as slow as possible, giving Cas time to withdraw in case he suddenly changed his mind.

But Castiel didn't. Instead, he repeated after Dean, parting his pliable lips and thus deepening the kiss.

A sudden heat wave coursed through Dean's body at the sensation and he hardly suppressed a moan. Castiel's mouth was soft and welcoming, lips moving carefully, exploring. The torturous slowness made Dean lose control.

On impulse, he moved his tongue along Castiel's lower lip, and gasped as he felt the angel mimicking his actions. Their tongues met, and Dean shifted his hands to tangle his fingers inside Castiel's black hair, holding him close and deepening the kiss further.

Dean shuddered as he heard a low moan coming from the back of Castiel's throat, and he bit the angel's lower lip, suppressing his own moan.

Castiel repeated after him, biting his lip, and Dean moved away abruptly, murmuring:

"Cas… please don't do that."

"But… you said I should repeat after you." Castiel looked puzzled, his breath uneven.

His swollen lips we slightly parted, and Dean had a hard time holding himself back.

"I know, I mean… I think…" he couldn't manage anything coherent as all he could do was wonder whether Castiel's eyes had always been so incredibly blue and hypnotizing.

"You're… uh, you're learning fast… I think you'll be okay. No need to worry."

"Thank you, Dean. I should say I enjoyed it. I have never experienced anything so intense."

'Me neither' Dean thought, but instead of saying it he tapped the angel on the shoulder:

"Always glad to help, buddy."

"I should go now. Sam will be here soon."

Dean nodded.

The angel made a step back but lingered, looking at the hunter hesitantly.

"And Dean?"


"Please stop smiling. Your brother might suspect that something is wrong."

And he disappeared.


That's all :D There might be another chapter or might not, I'll see how it goes.