Warnings: Swearing, Cas' inability to socialise and showers
Word count: 1083

Dean's POV:
Sammie and I had been out working a case in Illinois which involved Gabriel's favourite ex-girlfriend (Kali) who just so happened to be a literal Hindu goddess which was pretty hard to deal with. With no help from Cas, as for some reason he is avoiding me, we figured out what Kali was up to therefore managed to finally outwit her leading to her imprisonment. Religion was fucked up and I can't be bothered following the rules of any of it; there's so much pressure so do everything right be someone else's standards. No freedom... I guess Cas is the embodiment of that theory: always rebelling due to the fact that he makes his own rules. That angel... God he was something else...

Cas' POV:
I entered what I believe humans referred to as a 'shower' but the water coming from the metal contraption appeared to be scolding my skin through my trenchcoat. Several moments later, Dean came through the door with his usual smirk upon his chiselled face. He'd been out buying pie to annoy Sam who was on a protein bar diet which offended Gabriel who occasionally hid the packets and replaced them with snickers.
     "Castiel, what the hell are you doing in my shower with your clothes on?" Dean enquired with a reoccurring smirk.
     "I was attempting to cleanse myself, Dean. But the water burns and it seems to be counterproductive so far," I replied with a frown.
      "Come here, Cassie. Let's get you cleaned up," I fell in an ungracious matter into Dean's firm grasp whilst the hunter before me chuckled.

Our faces were inches apart leaving his breath to tingle on my lips; a silence fell until Sam entered causing Dean to leap away from me. His hand supportively tapped me on the shoulder as he left the room.

Sam's POV:
Things between Dean and Cas were strange recently... When I brought it up with Dean he dismissed me and told me to shut up. They would sit at the breakfast table and Dean would just stare at Cas while he eats though the angel never seems to notice. What is it? To be honest, I thought Dean had a slight (to say the least) crush on Cas; I knew he was bisexual since we were young. I was seven and he was twelve while Dad was working a case in Wisconsin, Dean and I had been sent to a public school. Within two weeks, Dean had a friend over (by the name of Harvey) and they ended up kissing. When I mentioned it to Dean we made a pack to never speak of it. He always tried to cover his sexuality up by dating so many girls— mostly trying to convince himself he was straight.

It didn't work very well...

Dean's POV:
After the shower incident, Cas is still in my room attempting to dry his hair since it was wet from the shower. With that adorable little frown and the water making his shirt cling to his skin, I was so tempted to kiss him at that moment. No, Dean! You like women, remember what Dad said? Faggots end up beat up... Who am I kidding? Cas isn't just any angel. He's my angel; even if he can't work a shower. God, he's such a dork sometimes.
    "EARTH TO DEAN?!" I snapped out of my thoughts to find Sammie waving in front of my face.
     "Oh, hey. What's up?" I reply, acting as if nothing happened.
     "I said I'm going out, there's a library five miles from here with some information on the Colt. It's worth looking in case there's another replica. Don't die or end up in Hell while I'm gone!" He adds sarcastically.
     'I'll pass thanks. Have fun, Dumbledork!" I use the stupid nickname I gave him when he was younger. He waves one of his ginormous hands at me trying to not cause a fucking tornado as he does.

Once Sam leaves, I walk into the room to find Cas tangled up in the wires of a hairdryer looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes. His pink plumped lips almost begging to be kissed and how much I wanted to was insane. Pull yourself together, Dean! His eyes attach to mine then he looks to the floor bashfully.
    "I believe I'm stuck, Dean..." He mutters.
    "Oh, Cas. Let's get you sorted out. What the hell happened?" I question as I begin to untie the wires from around his muscular torso.
    "I got caught in your deadly hairdryer's grasp," he replied exasperated.

Several minutes later, Cas was free from the wires but stumbled when he stood up into my arms. He stutters but I bring my lips down to his before he can say anything else.

3rd Person:
With shock, Cas' eyes widened as Dean's lips contacted his. I'm kissing Dean. Dean Winchester. The man I raised from perdition. The man I loved before he knew I even existed. The man whom I've protected from Hell itself. The man I lost my grace for. After contemplating his thoughts, Cas melted into the kiss; Deans lips moved softly and slowly against Cas' plump lips. He lightly bit the angel's lower lip causing him to squeal slightly as Dean's tongue entered his mouth.
    "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for," Dean added pecking Cas' lips again.
    "You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that for," Cas stated still blushing at the kiss.
    "I love you, Castiel," Dean whispered making heat rise to Cas' cheeks.
    "As I love you, Dean," Cas added as he buried his head into the crook of Dean's neck.

Sam's POV:
When I came back from the library, I found Dean on the couch with Cas in his arms and his face buried in his neck. One of Dean's old ACDC Shirts was being worn by Cas whilst the both of them held eachother as if their lives depended on it.

Send message to: Bobby
20 bucks. Pay up, Singer

Message from: Bobby
Really?!

Send message to: Bobby
Told you there was tension

Message from: Bobby
Come round for the money... Idjit...

HELLO HUNTERS! Sorry if this was crappy, it's my first time writing Destiel so it's really amateur but I really enjoyed writing it!! Feel free to leave suggestions for one-shots and i hope you enjoy!!
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