HIATUS

A/N: my titles, per usual, are as ordinary and as boring as ever. But anyways, this ff was requested by @helixiaray as a celebration of me reaching a 300.That was 400 followers before. So I’m incredibly sorry for the LONG wait. This might be cliche, it might not, I have no idea. I’m sorry if it is in advance.

Word count: 1,444

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury

Ships: Destiel

They were all sitting in the corners of one of the bunkers largest rooms, the task in their hand keeping them busy.

Charlie had dug up a case for the boys a while back. It was one of those cases that appeared to be quite easy at first, but proves to be quite the mess. They thought it to be a Wendigo attack accompanied by a ghost haunt, but they discovered it to be the works of an angry god. It took time, effort, and Dean almost killing himself to get the job done. So they decided that after the hectic two weeks and a half hunt, they’d get the weekend off as a sort of celebration

Castiel has joined Charlie in watching some funny videos she fetched online. Dean was busy watching a repeat of Doctor Sexy MD, while Sam was engulfed by the book he started reading earlier.

It was while Charlie was laughing over a dare one of the YouTubers she and Castiel were watching give another that the angel finally decided he was confused.

“What is a ‘Truth or Dare’?” Castiel cut Charlie off mid-laughing.

She looked at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“Are you series, Castiel?” Charlie paused the video and placed all her focus on the angel.

“Why shouldn’t I be serious?” Castiel asked, his brows knitting together.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never played Truth or Dare.” Charlie couldn’t think of a good reason as to why Castiel never played it.

“I’m afraid that is all I have to say.” Castiel spoke softly, remarking on her previous comment.

“I assume it’s a way to embarrass your enemy, is that right?” Castiel continued.

“Well,” Charlie tilted her head slightly. “Sort of. But it’s definitely includes embarrassing people.” She let go of a faint chuckle as she closed the lid of her laptop.

“Why should someone take pleasure in a game that would bring shame upon said person?” Castiel asked, genuinely curious.

“Beats me. Adds one more reason as to why we’re all messed up.” She stood up, “now, come on. We’re going to play Truth or Dare.”  She didn’t leave him a chance to answer, though, as she was already next to Sam, coaxing him into playing only one round of the game.

Soon enough, Sam was in. Dean was the challenge.

All three of them made their way to the cough Dean was m laying sideways on.

“Hey, Dean.” Charlie elongated each vowel in the two word sentence.

Dean shot his eyebrow up and muted the show.

“Yes?” He mimicked her previous tone.

Sam was right behind Charlie, a forced innocent smile playing at his lips. Castiel was a couple steps back, in Dean’s straight view.

“Play Truth or Dare with us. Please?” Charlie requested, tilting her head with a grin, adding more to the innocent look she was already wearing.

Dean snorted and unmuted the show. “No.”

“Oh, come on.” Charlie insisted. “One round. Then you’ll come back to watch Doc. Sexy.”

“Come on, Dean. It’s Castiel’s first time playing.” Sam joined in.

“I refuse to play kid games.” Dean answered bluntly and went back to watching the show.

Sam narrowed his eyes and stepped into Dean’s direct eyesight.

“Kid games, or too scared you’ll get a date that won’t fit your comfort zone?” Same taunted Dean, whom jolted up and pointed an index finger at Sam.

“Of course I’m not scared of a stupid dare,” Dean countered. “I just find the game extremely annoying.”

“Aha, is that so?” Sam challenged.

“Well, if nothing other than it being annoying,” started Charlie, “I guess a round won’t really harm you, would it? You know, play to prove you’re not, in fact, terrified of a dare.” Charlie’s arms crossed, a smirk she was trying to conceal adding to her sure win.

Sam let out a chuckle and looked at Dean expectantly.

Castiel was exactly where Dean last saw him, now bearing a squinted eye look as he studied the back and forth between the team.

“Fine. Fine!” Dean frowned and stood up forcefully. “One round, and that’s it; we’re done.”

Charlie grinned wide and her hands clashed together in sort of a victory one clap.

They all gathered in a circle on the floor in the middle of the room. Castiel was to Dean’s right, while Charlie was to his left. Sam was straight ahead.

The younger Winchester distributed bottles of Jack Daniels to the four of them, and Dean chugged it down even before they started playing.

Charlie went first, asking Castiel about his most embarrassing moment in heaven and teaching him what to do next. In his turn, he dared Sam to play ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’ on his phone while singing and acting along with it. All four of them laughed for whole minutes, unable to stop.

Soon enough, it was Dean’s last time being asked. So far, Charlie dared him to chug down another bottle in less than thirty seconds, and Castiel inquired about how it felt the first time he got really bet up. Currently, on his third bottle of Jack Daniels, a teary, far eyed look, he waited for Sam’s dare

Same had thought about his dare ever since they started playing. He wanted to challenge Dean to something he’d hardly ever do. Something Dean wouldn’t be comfortable accepting because ‘he doesn’t swing that way’. And so, Sam dared Dean to make out with Castiel after Sam sent the angel a half apologetic, half innocent look.

“What?” Dean slurred, raising his eyebrows at his brother.

Sam smirked devilishly as Charlie was doubled over with drunken laughter.

“I said, make out with Castiel.” Same bore the look of utmost victory in his eyes. The thing is, he never imagined Dean would go along with it.

Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother and took another chug from the bottle, marking the end of the third. Then, shocking not only Sam, Charlie, and Castiel, but himself, too, he sat on his knees, facing Castiel.

He took the flabbergasted face of the angel between his palms and pressed his lips against Castiel’s. Dean admits to himself later on that he never imagined this make out session to be anything more than just a dare. That wasn’t the case.

Although Dean was drunk and was always convinced that he was a 100% straight, the moment his and Castiel’s lips collided, it was like every fiber in his body, every hair, stood at attention.

Dean’s eyes shut close as Castiel’s eyes were. The kiss got deeper and more heated in the few seconds it had started in. Castiel’s lips were full and soft between Dean’s battered and warm ones. He wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist and Castiel sneaked his arms around Dean’s neck, pulling himself closer to the hunter. His tall fingers traversed through Dean’s hair and tugged at it, causing the hunter to part his lips to let out a barely audible moan. Castiel took the chance and slipped his tongue inside Dean’s mouth and felt blissed when the two muscles touched. Castiel has never felt this good before.

Dean’s hands had gradually moved from around Castiel’s waist and to his chest, twisting the angel’s tie with one hand as the other moved under Castiel’s dress jacked and trench coat.

It moved across Castiel’s sides and to his back, pinning him closer to Dean and forcing the angel to slightly stumble on Dean’s lap. It would’ve continued had it not been for Sam and Charlie’s interruption.

Both Dean and Castiel were too immersed to notice where this was going.

“So, Charlie,” Sam cleared his throat as he pretended to be opening an abnormally loud normal conversation with the blushing, giggling, drunk woman.

“Is it Casdean? Or Deancas?” Sam asked, playacting to be unfazed by the kissing sounds his brother and his best friend were making.

“Nah,” Charlie calmed down, “I vote Deanstiel.” Sam scrunched his nose and turned to Castiel and Dean.

The hunter and the angel had steadily stopped, both extremely out of breath, and still extremely close.

Dean was staring intently at a cherry wine cheeked Castiel, whom had his forehead against the former, his eyes closed and a warm smile playing on his lips, when Sam asked him.

“What do you think, Dean? Casdean or Deanstiel?” The younger Winchester tried to cover his sarcastic voice with a soft ‘hmm?’.

Castiel chuckled softly as Dean turned his head to look at Sam. After a bit of thought, Dean’s flushed cheeks carved a cheeky grin and mumbled what he remembered them once being called.

“Neither…” He mumbled, “I think Destiel is best.”

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