"Dude... no, you just broke a piece of me."
Castiel looks at him curiously, "I sense no difference in you."
Dean smacks his forehead and drags his hand down his face. He had been lazily sitting on the sofa, flipping the channels for anything interesting when the angel had suddenly done his Houdini move and appeared on the couch next to him.
"I can't believe you refused beer. I'll never be the same after this."
"I don't find the appeal."
He gives an incredulous look, "Will you at least try it? You'll be glad you did."
Castiel leans forward in the seat, not even reacting to his rapid channel switching and glances back at the hunter. Those teal eyes stare through him; one of those soul-piercing gazes and Dean forgets his name. His skin tingles uncomfortably and he finally has to look away from it. He's beyond relieved when he finds something on the television.
"Nice, American Idol... I wonder who sucks tonight."
The angel cocks his head to the side, "Why do you criticize them?"
"Uh... they can't sing."
"How do you judge upon one's skill in singing if you do not know it yourself?"
Dean shifts in his seat, rolling his eyes and sighing. He reaches forward for his bottle of beer on the coffee table and takes a chug before glancing back at the other man.
"I don't have to be a savant to know when someone shouldn't sing. Some people... it's obvious that they suck. Their voice gets way too high or there's no...uh, what's the word for it, flow to it. Look, I'm not crazy... just listen for a few to some of these people."
Castiel seems to indulge him, turning his gaze away and focusing on the television. It's amusing for Dean to watch for any changes in expression of the angel. He hopes that one person will be so horrible that just maybe, the man will cringe. They watch side by side, and the hunter is slightly unnerved by the proximity of the higher being but he doesn't say a word; realizing the angel doesn't comprehend the whole personal bubble thing.
A young woman comes on the screen, smiling sweetly at the judges and telling them her reasons for entering the competition before she sings. The first note that leaves her mouth has his hands going up to stuff his fingers into his ears because her voice cracks and goes into an obnoxious soprano voice. His green eyes catch Castiel's slightly widened eyes and smirks in victory before the judges stop her destruction of the song. Feeling accomplished, he reaches for the remote and mutes the television.
"See what I mean? That voice... oh man, that's why the mute button was invented."
The angel nods, "That device you hold... you stop noise with it."
"Yeah, just on the TV. It saves me a lot of sanity though."
"I assume you use it frequently. Do you prefer silence or dislike certain sounds?"
Dean smirks and drinks more of his beer, "Depends on my mood."
"It changes a lot then? Why?"
"You tell me. I'm no book of answers. I only guess that it's because we're all freaks in some way. Everyone is at least a little messed up."
Castiel gets that haunting expression, "Then you feel this about yourself?"
"Well yeah. I'm far from normal. Then again, nobody is."
"Is that why you drink that beverage? Most consume that so you do as well?"
The hunter turns off the television as he gets up, tossing the empty beer bottle away and reaching for another. He takes out two, opening them both and placing one of them on the coffee table in front of Castiel. Dean puts down some of his, yawning slightly.
"Nah, I like it because it's practically orgasmic. The way it goes down the throat and fuck, that aftertaste... there's no other drink that hits me like that, which is why you have to give it a try. Dude, at least have a sip and if it somehow doesn't hit your fancy then I'll try to still look at you."
He tries not to crack up at Castiel's face from his response, the angel folding his hands and then looking away from Dean to stare at the beer on the table.
"So humans believe this to be ambrosia?"
"Hell yeah... now come on, you're killing me here."
Castiel whips around to face him with a shocked expression, and Dean's surprised to see such a different look; to see emotion. The angel reaches out to cup his cheeks in one sudden yet swift motion and he's beyond confused.
"Dean, I have not harmed you. Are you well?"
"Cas, chill..." He murmurs, trying not to lose himself into the angel's eyes.
"Your skin is not very cold... "
Dean sighs, skin starting to sweat from the touch.
"You're warming it... as I'm sure you can tell."
The angel does one of those head tilts, "So the closer I come to you... the more your temperature rises."
Dean closes his eyes, his whole body feeling on fire because Castiel sucks any cold out of the air. It's both easy and impossible to breath with the angel so close. He forgets to reply because those soft yet calloused hands are on his cheeks still. He also doesn't dare open his eyes because he knows those mesmerizing blue-green orbs will erase his resistance.
"Why do you not look into my eyes?"
He opens them before he tells himself not to, the teal color of those eyes making his mouth dry and blood shoot down to his groin.
"They make me want to do things to you... things that I shouldn't think about."
Castiel licks his bottom lip, "What limits you from responding to your desires?"
"You're an angel..."
"And yet your pheromones do not lessen."
Dean looks to the side with cheeks flushed a light pink, "I can't stop what I feel."
"What do you want?"
The hunter finds the teal eyes again, the angel's eyes unfaltering in their intensity and curiosity. Dean doesn't hold the eye contact for long but Castiel turns his head forward.
A hushed whisper from Dean, "You."
It's then that Castiel withdraws his fingertips gradually from the hunter and Dean still feels the touch even after they're gone. His brows scrunch when he sees the slightly startled expression on the angel's usually blank features.
"I don't understand."
Dean bites his lip because there is truly a face of pure confusion on Castiel's face, figuring that the angel has been taught that only females and males have desire for one another, not men with other males. The hunter gets a small smile on his face, reaching a hand out to rub Castiel's shoulder and shrug his own.
"Sometimes guys aren't interested in desiring a woman."
The angel's gaze is downcast, "My father didn't teach me that."
"It's okay. Well... uh, maybe he wanted you to find out some things yourself. Maybe he wanted this protecting and guiding me thing to be a learning experience for you."
Castiel finds his eyes again and a smile actually graces his features.
"Thank you, Dean."
"Sure..." The hunter pauses, noticing the new facial expression. "Hey, you're smiling!"
The higher being looks down for a second, returning to his usual face and raising a brow slightly when Dean shakes his head in amusement. Castiel looks to the side at the beer abandoned on the coffee table, rubbing his thumb against his left palm.
"You really wish for me to drink that?"
"Dude, it would make my day and you'd be learning something. It's win-win."
Dean watches with enraptured eyes as Castiel reaches forward to grasp the bottle in his hand, adjusting it in his palm because of the wet outside. It gets better when it's titled slightly in the grasp and the lid brushes along Castiel's bottom lip.
The hunter has never wanted to be a beer more in his life, especially when the angel parts his lips and the amber liquid trails down into the other man's mouth. It's less than a gulp but more than a sip when Castiel puts the bottle back on the table with an unclear expression, like many the angel has, before realizing some of it had dribbled past his bottom lip.
Dean licks his lip when Castiel's pink tongue darts out to lick it away, adjusting his sitting position on the couch. It's funny for him to believe that he got turned on more watching the angel hold a beer bottle and drink the alcohol inside.
"You got to tell me what you think."
Castiel looks at him, "I'll leave the beer for you and stay with wine."
"At least your boss is letting you get smashed from something."
"There's nothing heavy enough to crush us there."
"Oh boy..." Dean rubs the side of his head. "It's a way of saying...to get drunk."
"I'm never intoxicated by wine."
The hunter laughs, "Uh... that you remember."
Dean grins and when Castiel gives him an incredulous look, he closes his eyes and clutches his side in laughter. He tries to open them but the angel has the same expression, forcing the young man to try and wipe the tears from his eyes fruitlessly. Before completely losing himself in the mental image of a drunk Castiel stumbling and running into things, he catches the smallest of smiles on Castiel's face during his fit of laughs.
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