Title: Kissing lessons. Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine. And I'm making no profit, I'm just having fun.
Summary: Cas asks Dean a favor, but will the hunter be able to do it?
Author's notes: Last chapter is up! Please note the rating change. Contains non-graphic sex and swearing.
The third time they went out was after an especially tough hunt.
They'd have ended up dead, if it were not for Castiel, who appeared right in time to help them.
After washing off the dirt and blood that by sheer luck wasn't theirs, Dean suggested that they hit the local bar and celebrated. To his surprise, Sam supported the idea, saying that sleeping wasn't an option for him – too many horrifying memories waited to be drowned in liquor.
And although Castiel seemed reluctant to go, they insisted that he would. After all, it was his merit that they were still alive.
The bar was filled with humming voices and clatter of glasses, which was strangely gratifying. Soon Dean found himself surprisingly cheerful, and Sam seemed to be in a good mood as well, which was a rare occurrence. Castiel was thoughtful as usual, but after a dozen of tequila shots he loosened up a bit.
They drank and laughed, and everybody was already a little tipsy when Sam cleared his throat and said matter-of-factly:
"Cas, you remember that girl we met in this bar the other day? Tina, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes, I remember her."
"What did you say to her, exactly? You know, before she left."
Dean couldn't get what his brother was driving at. By the way Castiel frowned he assumed that the angel didn't get it, too.
"I said that I was very sorry, that I had work to do and that I would call her." Castiel uttered like a diligent student.
"That's my angel."
Sam glared at his brother disapprovingly.
"You told him that?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"Why not? A guy should not only know how to hook up girls but also how to ditch them. Or do you think that he'd rather told them about their daddy issues?"
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Well, Casanova, then you'd better teach him how to get away right now, because that girl is here and she has obviously noticed us."
The three of them turned their heads to see the aforesaid girl walking in their direction.
Castiel turned to Dean, horror flashing in his eyes.
"What should I tell her?"
Dean took one large swig at his bottle and muttered:
"Just follow my lead."
Tina approached them, smiling shyly.
"Hey guys," she slid into the vacant spot at Dean's side of the booth without any invitation. "I thought you were going to leave the town."
Castiel shifted uncomfortably, dropping his eyes and biting his lower lip in worry.
Something flickered inside Dean, something he was very afraid to determine.
He had a sudden urge to reach out and move his thumb along the full lips, feeling the smooth texture under his fingertip. He felt his cheeks burn as he remembered how those lips felt on his. Immediately, he had to remind himself where he was and that he had to stop thinking about it unless he wanted to get embarrassed.
Dean looked away with great effort, turned to the girl, putting his left arm on the seat-back behind her, and grinned:
"We had a sudden change of plans. Isn't that kismet, huh?"
Apparently Tina agreed with that.
She had been staring at Castiel happily all evening and listened eagerly to the few words he'd dropped. The angel was either oblivious to her transparent insinuations or simply ignored them.
At some point even Sam started to help her, probably because he was feeling sorry for the girl.
Dean was watching them in amusement, making no effort to interfere. He made jokes, laughed, drank his beer and caught Cas's glances from time to time, locking their eyes a little longer than it was appropriate.
Finally Tina gave it once last try. She reached out for Castiel's hand and covered it with hers.
"Cas, I thought maybe tonight we could pick up from where we'd stopped the last time." despair was evident in her voice.
Castiel looked down at their joined hands then up at the girl.
Dean held his breath. He didn't know why, but he hoped Castiel would refuse. It was stupid and unreasonable, but the hunter couldn't deny it.
"I am sorry." Castiel finally managed. "But we had plans…" he stopped mid-sentence and turned to Sam, frowning. "It is my foot you're punching there, Sam."
Dean chocked at his beer, watching his brother roll his eyes at the angel.
"I am sure there is nothing that can't wait, Cas." Sam started to fumble in his pockets. "Dean, do you have the motel keys?" he patted Castiel on the shoulder to encourage him. "You can use our room."
Dean stared at him in bewilderment. What was it with his brother lately? Why he suddenly was so eager to get Cas laid? He frowned but pulled the keys out.
Tina jumped to her feet, grabbing Castiel by his sleeve. Castiel didn't resist, but cast a perplexed glance at Dean:
"Dean, can I talk to you, in private? Please."
Together they stepped aside from the table standing close to each other as Castiel invaded Dean's personal space once again.
"I can't do this." his whisper tickled Dean's face.
The hunter drew in a breath, catching a faint smell of tequila mingled with something that smelled like apple pie, like the leather upholstery of the Impala, like freshly mowed grass and summer rain all at once.
Once again, Dean was thankful that nobody could hear his chick flick thoughts and forced himself to speak.
"Relax, buddy, you'll be fine." he tried to sound more cheerful than he truly was. "Just remember what I taught you."
"I remember that."
"Good." Dean held out the keys. "Now take it. We won't disturb you."
The angel curved his warm fingers over Dean's, taking the keys, and lingered, never tearing his eyes away from the hunter.
Dean had to resist a sudden impulse to brush his fingers over the backside of the Castiel's hand. Instead, he squeezed his shoulder briefly and moved away.
"Good luck, buddy."
They returned to the table and Dean resumed his spot, watching as Tina took Cas's hand and reached to kiss him, and Castiel gave her a small smile before they left the bar.
Sam drew in a sharp breath.
"Wow, that was close. You think he will be okay?"
"He'll be fine." Dean downed his beer.
He wanted to get drunk, he wanted to wash away the disturbing feelings, he wanted to scratch his brains out to get rid of the memories that haunted him.
He closed his eyes tight but the visions of Castiel bringing his face closer to kiss him flashed behind his eyelids and he snapped his eyes open in horror.
"I wonder how much time do angels require for that." Sam drawled conversationally, and Dean was glad his brother hadn't noticed anything suspicious about him.
"I mean, we probably should get another room for the night." Sam considered something and added. "On the other hand, all our stuff is there, but we could grab it quickly. They'd probably be too preoccupied to notice us anyway."
"Dude, spoilers much!" Dean started wondering whether Sam was doing this to him on purpose.
Sam raised his hands up in defense.
"What did I say?" his brother was examining his face now. "What's the matter with you, Dean?"
"I don't know, Sammy. I'm just… tired of this whole Apocalypse thing, I guess. No reason for good mood." 'Right, blame it on the Apocalypse' Dean thought to himself.
But Sam seemed to buy that.
"I know, man. I'm tired of it, too. But, you know what? Lets forget about it for tonight. Let's just, you know, Carpe Diem."
"It's Latin. Literally it means catch the moment or live for the day." he raised his beer.
"Shut up, smartass." Dean snorted, but Sam's words touched him nevertheless.
And the rest of their conversation was a blur, because he couldn't stop thinking about Cas, and at some point he got up, barely controlling his own actions.
"Dude, where are you going?"
"I'll be right back."
He walked quickly, almost ran to the motel which was a ten-minute walk from the bar. The cool night air cleared his head a bit, sobering him, and Dean was starting to have doubts, questioning the reasonableness of his idea.
He imagined the ridiculousness of the situation as he walks into whatever Cas and the girl were doing. What would he do when he gets there? What would he say? What if Castiel doesn't reciprocate his feelings? And what made him think he does in the first place? On second thoughts, Castiel showed no obvious signs of that.
Dean ran his fingers over his hair in an attempt to gather his thoughts.
"Shit." he slowed down, approaching the motel.
At that point he had no doubts it was a really bad idea. And when he was ready to turn around and leave, the door to their room opened and Castiel appeared in the door frame.
His trenchcoat was crumpled and his tie was loosened more than usual. He didn't look surprised to meet Dean there though. He strode towards the hunter, mumbling:
"Dean, I can't…"
Dean's heart leapt at the sound of his anguished voice. He closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing the angel by shoulders.
He only managed to murmur "s'okay, you don't have to" before catching Castiel's lower lip between his own lips and tugging softly, pulling him into a kiss. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his body when Castiel opened for him, responding without hesitation. He felt like he was drunk again, his legs giving way, but Castiel's hands caught him before he fell.
This time they acted with equal force and determination, their tongues moving perfectly together, as if they'd done it thousands of times before.
And Dean didn't hold himself back. He put his hands under the trenchcoat, savouring the warmth of Castiel's body, the firmness of the muscles moving under his palms. On impulse, Dean pressed Cas against the door, drawing a whimper from his throat.
Dean's expert fingers found the knot of Castiel's tie and he started undoing it. Castiel arched his neck, giving him better access. Panting between frantic kisses and soft bites, he only managed to ask:
"Dean…what are you… what are we doing?"
"Carpeing … the hell… outta…Diem." Dean finally managed to cope with the knot.
Castiel let out a sharp breath as Dean's lips found the skin under his jaw line. The angel put his hand on the doorknob behind them, turning it without further questions.
They stumbled over the threshold together, never breaking apart, a mess of entangled limbs and whimpers.
Both forgot about the girl who had been still in the room.
She jumped from the bed with wide eyes as they barged in, paying little attention to her.
"Cas?!" she managed, watching the men heading for the bed.
Castiel tore his mouth away from Dean's, rasping out:
"I am very sorry, Tina…" he gasped as Dean captured his lips again, and they fell on the bed together "I…I will call you."
Dean chuckled against his neck, drawing his lips along Castiel's pulse, and heard the door slam behind them.
"The hell you will."
When Sam had returned, he found the room turned upside down.
One of the beds was in a terrible mess: sheets crumpled, pillows on the floor; a couple of chairs were overturned, and the smell of sex was thick in the air in spite of opened windows.
Castiel was sitting on the edge of the unharmed bed, his hair damp, wearing his usual clothes, although his tie was knotted a little neater than usual, apparently done by someone else.
Sam cleared his throat carefully.
"Hello, Sam." Castiel's voice was calm, maybe a bit rougher than usual.
"Hey, Cas, um… how are you?"
"I am good, thank you."
Sam felt a little uncomfortable, unable to decide whether it was appropriate to ask further questions. His hesitation was interrupted by his brother's voice coming from the kitchenette.
"Hey, Sam." Dean was standing there with a can of soda in his hand.
"Dean?" Sam's surprise was evident. "Where did you go, man, I was waiting for you."
"Uh, sorry, change of plans." he smiled sheepishly and approached the table, his pace relaxed, grabbing the car keys. "Who's up for pizza? Or a pie."
"Dude, seriously? Pizza at three a.m.?"
"Why not? I'm starving." he turned to Castiel. "Cas, are you in?"
And then something really weird happened.
Castiel glanced up at Dean, hesitant. Dean locked his eyes with him. They stared at each other for good ten seconds, having a silent dialogue. Then Castiel nodded.
"Yes, I would like that."
"Awesome." he headed for the door.
At that moment a glimpse of a floor lamp caught his head, and Sam noticed that Dean's hair was also damp.
Suddenly all the details of the puzzle fell into place. He blushed at the realization.
"Guys, did you…" he waved vaguely between Dean and Castiel. "Did you two…"
Dean grinned once again, glancing at Castiel. Sam could swear the angel looked smug, smiling at Dean in response.
"Well, not a surprise for me." he received two questioning looks at that statement. "That explains your weird behavior, your grumpy mood…" he made a theatrical pause, turning to Dean.
"Oh yeah, and the way you moaned Castiel's name in your sleep."
I know, I know what you will say: where the hell is the sex scene?! Well, guess what, the story's title is "Kissing Lessons". What else Dean taught Cas is beyond it.
Although, someday I might make a story for that, too :D