#yuletidecas

“Sammy, c’mon, man,” Dean snorted, taking a seat on the floor near the tree and small pile of presents resting underneath its expansive branches, “I’m not going to kiss my best friend- my male best friend- even if it is ‘tradition’.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so, that’s why.”

“Is it because you’re still… you know, insecure?”

“Sam-“

“I mean, because if that’s it, I promise that no one doubts that you’re-“

“Sam,” Dean growled, effectively silencing his rambling brother before he said something stupid. For some reason, he believed that the whole reason Dean was refusing to even entertain the notion of kissing another man was his insecurity regarding his sexuality. Which was definitely not the case. Nope, not even a little bit.

“Fine, fine,” Sam mumbled, “but Cas is probably going to be upset when he- oh.”

“When he what, Sammy? When he finds out that I don’t want to kiss him underneath the mistletoe like a fucking girl? I’m pretty sure the guy wouldn’t even want to kiss me to begin with. He knows-“

“I wouldn’t be opposed to kissing you, Dean.”

The hunter froze, his eyes widening. No, it couldn’t be. He turned, hesitantly meeting Castiel’s familiar blue gaze. He, too, was dressed in an “ugly sweater”, a red one with a reindeer pattern that happened to be a couple sizes too big considering it belonged to Sam. The moment Dean had seen Castiel earlier that morning in the damn thing, he had wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and forget the whole Christmas ordeal entirely. There simply was no way he could cope with how- fucking shit- adorable the son of a bitch looked in it.

As Dean carefully scanned the angel’s face for any kind of reaction, he was surprised by what he saw. Castiel didn’t appear to be happy or in agreement with the hunter’s comment. However, he didn’t appear to be hurt by the comment either. He almost seemed… angry.

“I’m assuming that you meant this mistletoe?” the angel continued, gesturing up at the little branch hanging in the doorway above his head. The way he was clenching his jaw, the way his one hand was curled into a fist by his side, the way his eyes seemed to be slightly narrowed- his whole demeanor practically screamed you’re an asshole and I’m pissed.

“Uh…” Dean replied dumbly. He had no idea what to say.

“Come here.”

Wait, what? Dean continued to meet the angel’s gaze but didn’t move a muscle. Since when did Castiel order him around?

“Cas-“

“Come. Here.” Castiel repeated in an incredibly low and surprisingly threatening tone.

Dean wouldn’t admit it but something about the angel’s voice drew him in like a fly to the tantalizing glow of a fluorescent light. He shuffled over to where Castiel was standing and immediately glanced down at his feet, anxious to find something- anything- to look at besides the angel’s piercing stare.

Before Dean could even begin his sad attempt at an apology, Castiel roughly cupped the hunter’s face in his hands, leaned down, and hungrily pressed their lips together, swallowing each pathetic excuse before it had the opportunity to surface.

Well, shit. Dean had seen Castiel kiss Meg and knew that the angel had finally slept with someone, but he had never expected him to kiss with such vigor and passion. He sighed contentedly into Castiel’s mouth, eagerly parting his lips as the angel swiped his tongue across his lower lip, seeking entrance. Everything else in the room seemed to disappear, fading away, quickly replaced by the soft fabric of the angel’s sweater, the gentle pressure of his lips, the trail of heat following each brush of his fingertips as he caressed the hunter’s jawline, neck, collar bone.  It was the perfect combination of sweet longing and desperate desire, completely unlike anything Dean had ever experienced.

Suddenly and far too soon, Castiel was pulling away. His pupils were blown wide, only a thin ring of blue left, and his red, swollen lips were parted. Dean was pleased to see that he wasn’t the only one that felt breathless after the experience, watching as the angel struggled to regain his breath.

Although it may sound extremely cheesy (and if there’s one thing Dean hated, it was cheesy romantic shit), there were no words to explain the feeling unfurling deep within the hunter’s chest. His brain had practically short-circuited, leaving him completely speechless. He had just kissed his best friend and… liked it? No, scratch that. He had fucking loved it.

“I’m sure that I have managed to change your opinion on the matter of kissing me,” Castiel growled and turned to leave, ignoring the dumbstruck expression on Dean’s face as he walked away. 

“Did he just…?”  

are you alright?

just being told i'm a sorry piece of shit and a shit mother gets a little old and wears on my emotional well being. nothing new here. :/

bittenbowlegs replied to your post “+”

You deserve better :(

thank you. :/ it's hard.. trying to keep a family together.

crispyangelwings replied to your post “+”

no hey you dont need that shit you deserve way better.