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Castiel looked up from his drink in surprise. The drone of bass, that had been a constant pound in his head for the last half hour, sucked out of the room like air in a vacuum. However, at the same time the EDM sounds die down they’re replaced with cheers and whistles so loud it has him glancing all over the club to see what the fuss is about. The crowded room whipped into a frenzy, people everywhere buzzing with excitement. He half expected to see Harry Styles walking in with how much the mood has drastically shifted towards delight.

“What’s going on?” he shouts over the din at his table mates.

The five of them are hip to hip in a large circular booth; Hannah rubs her hands together gleefully, while Inias wraps an arm around his date Hael, whispering something in her ear. She giggles and shoves his chest playfully. Cas’s brother Gabriel, the only one acknowledging his question, shakes his half empty drink at him in mock salute.

His golden tiger eyes glinting mischievously in the disco lights of the club, “MC’s about to come out, give the crowd a little... cock warming before the big show.”

Cas had just tipped his beer bottle up to sip when Gabe’s comment has him sputtering into his drink. A ripple of laughter runs around the table as Gabe raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“They’re going to do what now?” Castiel groans.

“It’s just a joke Castiel, these kinds of shows always bring out some kind of opening act to loosen up the crowd.” Inias cuts in before Gabriel can make another lewd comment. Not that he was above making them either.

His brother and friends were a rowdy bunch under normal circumstances; but tonight, they had cause to push the envelope. It was Gabe’s birthday, but rather than let Castiel plan a nice evening of dinner and drinks at their favorite restaurant they were here at Gabe’s insistence. He wasn’t even sure what you would categorize a place like The Lazarus; it wasn’t a night club, there was no dance floor. It had a stage, and some kind of show was about to start. You could call it dinner theatre, but he hadn't seen a menu the entire time. Cas wasn’t told what to expect, only to show up and prepare to be wowed. And since they were all grinning in anticipation, his friends clearly knew what was about to happen. Castiel couldn’t help but feel a little lost in the dark.

“Gabe, you didn’t tell him, did you?” Hannah gasps.

“Tell me what?”

“Cassie, just relax!” Gabe brushes away his younger brother’s questions with the wave of a hand, “It’s going to be fun.”

Before he can reply that it would be a lot more fun if he knew what the hell was going on, the lights flicker, mimicking an intermission signal and the noise in the room grows to near manic level. A disembodied voice comes over the loudspeakers and the audience (for that’s what they were now) holds its collective breath.

“Alright you animals! Are you ready to get this show on the road?” The man’s voice was deep, the speakers providing him with ample volume. His accent vaguely southern, it teases every word out flirtatiously. The bass of it coming from all directions vibrating through Castiel’s chest.

A spotlight flicks on at center stage, but there’s no one standing in it. Comically it bounces over to the left, waiting for their host to come out. From their table near the front Castiel barely needs to crane his neck to see but as the voice in question walks out, his view is blocked by every person in the club rising to their feet. Having no choice but to join them so he can get a look at what all the fuss is about, he stands with one knee perched on the edge of their booth. When he finally sees the person walking up his tongue just about unravels to the floor like a cartoon character. He resists the urge to let out his own wolf whistle at this handsome specimen.

Up on the stage is a man about his age, mid-thirties, looking rather underdressed in holey jeans and a blue flannel shirt. He wears it open, revealing a nondescript graphic tee beneath but he’s a bit too far away for Cas to get a good look at the words. Not that he’s paying any real attention to anything below the man’s broad shoulders. His face is enough of a distraction to draw anyone’s focus away. Ruggedly handsome with a chiseled jaw and pouty lips. A wicked grin flashing at the crowd as he hams up the applause. Eyes, an otherworldly shade of green, crinkling in the lights of over the stage.

“Quiet down! Quiet down.” the man scolds teasingly, surprisingly the crowd listens and starts to settle.

“I love you Dean!” Somone squeals from the back of the bar and sets off another round of hoots and hollers.

“Hey!” The man, Dean, barks and points a finger at the offender, “you watch your mouth.”

Castiel pales for a moment, already worrying about a rowdy audience member ruining the evening. They’ve been to enough bars over the years to know one bad apple can put a damper on anyone’s good time. But then Dean tips his head shyly and holds the mike close to his mouth, batting his long eyelashes in the process.

“I love you too,” he croons and winks to whoever just declared their love for him.

The crowd, quite literally, goes wild. Looking around at the spectacle he can see men and women swooning on their feet. There’s a sigh to his left and Hannah even looks to be caught up in the excitement. Castiel wasn’t too far behind her; Dean’s good looks and sultry voice hit all the right button on his circuit board.

“Are you sure he’s not the main course?” Inias jeers.

Gabe laughs loudly, “No. Dean-o is definitely the appetizer. He just knows how to fire up the crowd, he’s been doing this a long time.”

Castiel stills; Gabe knew this man? Clearly, he knew enough that Dean had worked here for a while.

“You come here a lot, Gabe?”

“A handful of times,” Gabriel shakes off the question, “I’m not much for theatre but Dean’s been here every time I've attended a show.”

Glancing back at the stage, Dean is waving people back to their seats. He looked cool and confident up in front of the crowd. Maybe he was a performer in his own way, Cas didn’t see any instruments or band, so he probably wasn’t going to sing for them.

“Thank you all for coming tonight,” Dean starts, bowed legs shifting from side to side, “the ladies have got a great show planned for you.”

What ladies? Castiel wonders to himself. He looks between his friends, but they all still have their focus trained on Dean. Even Inias seems enamored with their MC for the night. Castiel knocks back the rest of his beer, content to let the buzz of alcohol and the warmth from watching Dean’s smile lull him into a hazy calm.

“Speaking of the ladies, I was just back in the dressing room and you would not believe some of the filthy jokes I just heard!” Dean comically whispers behind his hand, shielding the noise from whoever may be backstage. The crowd cheers again and Castiel can feel a smile tugging at his lips. Dean’s energy is magnetic, his voice pulling Castiel in deeper into the act.

“But y’all are too classy for that nonsense, right?”

A chorus of no's and boo’s fills the room, next to him Gabe cups a hand to his mouth and shouts, “Hell no we’re not classy!”

Dean laughs with his whole body, head tipped back, and his mouth open wide, it a gorgeous sight. Castiel sighs quietly, the hope of seeing Dean laugh like that again fluttering around his ribs.

"That's what I thought you’d say! Alright, but I'm only going to tell the really bad ones.”

The crowd applauds and hollers as he takes a sip of the water on a stool next to the microphone stand. Turning back to them he looks out over the audience, “So does anyone know what the difference is between hungry and horny?”

The crowd teeters in a whisper of giggles. No one’s expected to answer but just knowing Dean’s going to throw the punchline out and the anticipation of what it could be is enough to have them all grinning.

“Well, it’s all about where you’re gonna stick the cucumber!”

Hannah lets out a loud laugh next to him and slaps a hand over her mouth in shock. She's not the only one however, the crowd is already chuckling riotously.

Dean shakes his head at them, “I warned you they were going to be bad. Okay, here’s another one. What do tofu and a dildo have in common?”

He doesn’t give them as much time to think it over on this round because half the audience is still laughing from the previous joke.

“They’re both a good meat substitute!”

Castiel can feel his cheeks warming as he smiles wider. It may have been the alcohol (though this was only his second beer) or the mob like energy of the theater because the jokes themselves weren't too scandalous. It was definitely his delivery, Dean continues to strut from one end of stage to the other, flirting shamelessly with anyone he could make eye contact with.

“Hey, how do you spot a blind guy on a nude beach?”

Castiel actually knows this one, a bad joke from a former colleague. But it's still fun to look over at his friends unsuspecting faces.

Dean quickly adds, “It’s not hard.”

The crowd laughs and boos all at once. The jokes are terrible and funny, mostly because Dean looks so damn happy to be telling them. The warmth on Castiel’s cheeks radiates down and hugs his chest. He flips open the top button of his collar and loosens his tie.

“What does a bungee jump and your first girlfriend have in common? The ride’s too fast and if the rubber breaks, you’re fucked!”

Inias has his head on the table, crying with laughter and Hael is covering her face with a paper napkin. They're all red, faces pulled tight from smiling so hard. Whatever the next act is, it’s going to have a tough time following Dean. He was killing them; you could feel it across the whole room.

Dean wipes at his eyes, shoulders shaking at his own bad jokes, “Okay y’all that’s about my time. I have one last joke for you then I want you to give a big round of applause for the enchanting Rowena!”

The crowd is already cheering but Dean waits patiently to tell his final joke. Cas is on the edge of his seat; whatever Dean was going to say was going to be so stupid and silly. He couldn’t wait to hear what it was. Dean holds the mike very close to his mouth again, the room becomes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and Cas swears he can hear his own heart beating in the silence of the hall.

“What is the difference, between two dicks and a joke?” Dean asks the question in a much more seductive voice than he had before, his eyes land on Castiel, holding him to the spot. He's burning up, the heat he felt just watching Dean, laughing at his ridiculous jokes is too much. Dean licks his lips and Castiel bites down on his tongue to keep from moaning.

Dean smirks, “I can’t take a joke.”

Castiel’s heart stalls in his chest, but Dean’s grin is quick to return as the crowd lunges to its feet. Cheers and applause rising louder and louder. Dean takes a short bow and exits the way he came. A loud whistle pierces through the fog surrounding Castiel and he startles out of the trance he’d been under. Gabe has got two fingers in his mouth and he whistles again as Dean jogs past their table, making a beeline for the bar.

The crowd is still standing as a fiery redhead in a long sequin gown makes her way to center stage. She picks up the microphone Dean left behind and raises it to her lips.

“Let’s all give our favorite boy-toy another hand!” Her musical lit reminds Castiel of the Highlands he visited backpacking through Europe. Sounding much too sophisticated to use the word boy-toy as a compliment.

The five of them take their seats again, wiping eyes and sniffing noses in tandem. From his vantage point, Castiel has a good view of the bar and can see Dean fist bump a burly man in a newsboy cap. Castiel continues to watch, ignoring whatever the woman on stage has to say. He couldn’t recall ever being this drawn to someone without speaking to them directly. Dean smiles to a few other people sitting closer to the bar, but most of the attention is still focused on the show.

Now out of the spotlight his features seem even softer, his smile more genuine, his movements less brash. It was an act after all, he didn’t expect Dean to behave that way all the time, but something about the way he delivered a few of the jokes has Castiel second guessing everything.

“Cassie,” Gabe whispers, “Whatcha lookin at?”

Pulling his focus away from Dean, Castiel turns to his brother, “I’m sorry what?”

There’s a chorus of snickers around the table and Castiel can feel his ears growing hot against his head. Caught red handed, he toys with the label on his beer bottle, turning his attention back to the woman on stage. Except now that he’s not focused on a certain handsome comedian, he can see the woman isn't actually a woman. She's small in stature, even with the four-inch heels peeking out from her dress, but her shoulders are too wide. Her frame is delicate but angular. And the jaw line, it’s far too chiseled. He has an Adam's apple!

“Are we at a drag club?” he hisses to his friends.

Hael snorts and Inias rolls his eyes, “Took you long enough!”

“You didn’t even try to Google it Castiel?” Hannah sighs.

He blinks at them like an owl, and no he hadn't so much has done anything but ask Gabe if the Uber could pick him up last because he had a late class tonight. He knew there were several drag bars in the city, Lawrence was getting quite the reputation for its LGBTQ community. Several of his students were petitioning to have a pride parade in the spring and it sounded like they had a lot of signatures from local businesses. They had even asked him to sponsor a campus club to help with youth outreach. Yes, there were only two openly gay teachers on campus, but still he had been flattered when they asked him.

“I... I didn’t even think about it.” he stammers, “So it’s like a cabaret thing?”

Four heads nod in agreement as their host, Rowena, banters with the crowd over some anecdote. Castiel tries to listen but his thoughts keep turning back to Dean. While his friends watch the stage, he peaks over again at the bar. Dean is leaning on the server side, elbows propped up on the shiny wood. Completely enthralled with whatever story Rowena is telling. Castiel feels a little pang of guilt, he should be paying attention. They paid good money for these tickets and this is just the kind of event he’d been talking about attending. Sparing one last longing glance at Dean he turns back to the stage in time to hear Rowena deliver a punchline of which he has absolutely no clue what it means.

Grousing to the crowd, “And he says to me, completely earnest, Miss Rowena there’s no such thing as fifth base. And I just thought, oh you poor sheltered boy...”

The audience roars as Rowena smiles knowingly at them, Castiel can't help but sneak another look at Dean and to his surprise he sees him covering his face. He looks mortified and Castiel can practically see the blush on his cheeks from here. His cock twitches appreciatively in his pants, the thought of Dean blushing from head to toe while Castiel worships his naked body is enough to have him adjusting himself under the cover of the tabletop.

“Thank you very much, up next we have some musical entertainment from my very good friend Ruby!” Rowena bows demurely and exits the stage to a standing ovation.

Rising with the rest of the audience, Castiel claps with enthusiasm. Trying his hardest to pay attention to show before him, he scolds himself anytime his thoughts venture over to the bar area. But if the four times he’s caught himself doing it in the last twenty minutes and the way his slacks are starting to tighten every time he sees Dean smile is any indication, it was going to be a very long night.

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Two hours later their entertainment for the night had run the gamut of talented to unusual and back around to funny again. He couldn’t remember having a more enjoyable time at any show, possibly ever.

Ruby sang a medley of showtunes that everyone in the room seemed to know but him. Next came a contortionist who not only folded themselves in knots but also juggled glass dildos. A statuesque queen named Victoria led them all in a Lizzo themed karaoke type sing along, which had his tablemates startlingly impressed by Castiel’s knowledge of the lyrics. A duo traded increasingly vulgar insults in what felt like a roast of every major celebrity Cas had ever heard of (and plenty he had not). And finally, they’re caught up to now with a Cher impersonator contest that’s looking to be a stalemate.

Castiel is exhausted and horny, and his friends are all stinking drunk. Somewhere around the time Ruby was singing about a group of men who ‘had it comin’, Gabriel had sprung free of the booth and came back from the bar with a double round of tequila shots. Castiel begged off after the first shot, tequila wasn’t his favorite and even if they had a designated driver, he was getting too old to get rip roaring drunk at a bar. A sentiment his friends did not share in the slightest as the first round quickly became a second, and then a third.

But as his traitorous eyes make their way over to the bar for what seems like the hundredth time, he sort of wishes he was a little more inebriated. Maybe the liquid courage would have helped him work up the nerve to go say hello to Dean by now instead of just mooning over him from afar. It certainly could have given him a case of whiskey dick, so he didn’t have to worry about sporting an erection in front of his friends.

Besides liking the show, it had been an utter joy to watch Dean for the last few hours. He was the perfect audience member. He laughed at all the jokes, sang along to every song, and gasped appropriately when the juggler tossed a rather large dildo high in the air and caught it with only their left foot. He was literally the most sexy and adorable thing Castiel has ever seen. But fat lot of good that was doing him if he couldn’t even get out of the damn booth to do anything about it.

“Something bothering you Castiel?” Hannah slurs with her cheek propped up in her fist.

He toys with the saltshaker left on their table, avoiding her glassy stare, “No, why do you ask?”

Inias snorts and it starts a fit of giggles around the booth, “You’ve been sighing for the last hour.”

“You’re drunk and your eyes are closed, how do you know I've been sighing?” Castiel retorts.

“Our ears ain’t closed baby bro,” Gabe points, slightly cockeyed, at Castiel’s chest, “You’ve got it bad.”

The creeping heat is back along his skin, it starts at the base of his neck and works its way up to the tips of his ears. They were completely right, but he was not about to give them the satisfaction of knowing that. Or embarrassing him any further for that matter.

“I think it's time for all of you to go to bed.” he scolds.

Gabe puts his hands flat on the table, his eyes suddenly stone cold sober and predatory. Castiel swallows audibly. Gabriel may look good natured, he may seem aloof, but the man was a freaking shark. As the state’s District Attorney, he had the highest conviction record in twenty years. It really put an unfair advantage on arguments over holiday plans or what to get their mother for her birthday.

“Castiel, I think you’re right.” Gabe purrs, “We’re all pretty tired, and it's been an awesome birthday. I truly appreciate you all coming out and spending it with me.”

There’s a chorus of your welcomes from Hannah and Inias, Hael has fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder and is already snoring demurely. But Cas doesn’t respond, he knows what game his brother is playing. Whatever he’s about to say next will surely be to Castiel’s great disappointment or embarrassment.

“And since you seem so keen on whatever’s going on behind me right now,” he points to the bar behind him, grinning like the proverbial cat who got the canary, “why don’t you go settle up our bill?

Castiel’s eyes flash over again to the bar, instantly finding Dean in the crowd of people. He's cashing out a couple who look to care more about being wrapped up in each other than they do about paying their tab. But the other bartender is free, he’s wiping down the counter on the far side of the bar. He could run right over and pay; he’d never even have to say a word to Dean if he didn’t want to.

He just has to move his ass, right now!

“Sure Gabe, my treat. Happy Birthday.” He winks unexpectedly at his older brother and jumps out of the booth. Striding across the bar he already has his wallet out ready to handover what will no doubt be an exorbitant amount of money.

“Sorry ‘cher,” the second bartender holds a hand up as Castiel catches his eye, “I just closed out my register. You’ll have to wait for Dean if you wanna cash out.”

The bottom of Castiel’s stomach drops out with a watery thump. The universe giving him one last big F.U. so he’ll have no choice but to talk to Dean. Stepping closer to the other side of the bar to wait his turn, Dean’s waiting patiently for one half of the couple to stop sucking face and sign off on the receipt.

Or at least he looks patient till his fist slams down on the bar top, “Hey Romeo! You mind wrapping it up? Other people waiting to cash out.” Dean growls at the patron in front of him, customer service voice replaced by a low sound that shoots straight to Castiel’s already aching cock.

One of the men scribbles a hasty scrawl on the paper and they both walk away grumbling about how rude Dean had been to them. Castiel shoots them a glare on principle, they were the ones being rude.

“Sorry about the wait buddy,” that deep voice interrupts his stare down and has Castiel whipping back around to come face to face with Dean, “You looking to settle up your bill?”

Castiel nods, unable to produce words, let alone a single syllable like yes or no. Dean is infuriatingly more handsome up close in person. His features almost perfectly symmetrical, chiseled jaw coated with stubble that Castiel would love to have rubbing all over his thighs. His cheeks are dotted with freckles giving his rugged male persona a certain boyish charm. Not that he looked like a twink, Dean’s whole look screamed red-blooded American man. Flannel shirt snug over his biceps like he walked right out of a Brawny ad. Castiel felt his insides light up like a Christmas tree.

Dean smirks, that sinful bottom lip caught in his teeth, “You going to let me know what name its under or do I get to guess?”

Shit, he’d been staring again. And caught in the act no less! Dean was going to think he was a total creep, He stammers out an apology, “Sorry, it’s under Novak. Uh Gabe Novak.”

“You got stuck with the birthday boy’s tab huh?

He nods, remembering Gabe said he knew Dean. It only seemed inevitable Dean would know it was Gabe’s birthday, “Yes, curse of being the younger sibling.”

Dean’s eyes widen comically, “Oh shit, you’re John Keating!” He crows excitedly and fumbles Castiel’s credit card on the bar.

“No, my name is Castiel,” he frowns. Maybe Gabe had lied to him, and he really didn’t know Dean that well. Or maybe (much to his surprising disappointment) Dean was just a pretty face and the spark he felt was only a physical one.

Dean laughs, “Sorry. John Keating, from Dead Poets Society. You know Robin Williams... Oh Captain my captain!”

Castiel stares, this was not how he thought meeting Dean was going to go. For one Dean was still wearing his shirt. And furthermore, he had no what Dean was talking about.

“Wow okay,” Dean flushes and rubs the back of his neck, “not a big movie buff huh?”

Shaking his head, he tucks his credit card back in his wallet, eager to put this strange interaction behind him. He was just going to head home; maybe jerking off to the idea of Dean would provide him a better outcome than this disaster. He signs off on the slip and turns to walk away, shoulders falling dejectedly.

“Eileen Leahy.” Dean blurts out, and Castiel snaps around.

“You know Dr. Leahy?”

“She’s only the love of my life,” Dean grins even wider, eyes twinkling at Castiel, “unfortunately she’s shacked up with my brother.”

Castiel tilts his head to the side, maybe he was drunk because nothing Dean said was making any sense tonight. Dr. Elieen Leahey was a colleague and head of the Humanities Department. They’d worked together for a few years, and she was currently married (and very pregnant he might add) to a coworker of Gabe’s, a young attorney in the D.A.’s office named...

“Sam...” Castiel exhales roughly, finishing his thought out loud.

“Got it in one,” Dean cheers, “Sam works with your brother, Eileen works with you. And I’m the very soon to be Uncle Dean.”

“I can’t believe it. What a small world,” Castiel’s shoulders finally relax, and he rests an elbow on the bar, “I’ve been to their house, I can’t believe we’ve never met!”

"You and me both Cas, it’s got to be the biggest twist of fate.”

Castiel grins and then slaps a hand to his forehead, “They were going to set us up!”

“Yup,” Dean nods but his lower lip pooches out into an insanely sexy pout, “And I seem to remember a one Professor Novak never setting a date. That ring any bells to you?”

Oh God, he did stand Dean up! Eileen had pestered him for weeks to just call her brother-in-law, but he hated blind dates and begged off with excuse after excuse till she let it go. That was months ago! He could have been seeing Dean this entire time, how could tonight get any worse?

“Dean, I'm sorry... I had no idea...”

“What? That I was a total smoke show,” Dean winks finishing the sentence for Castiel, “It’s alright professor, if I had known you looked like this, I might have pressed Eileen a little harder for your number too.”

Castiel preens at the compliment, silently thanking Gabe and his friends for planning this night. Having unknowingly missed out on going on a date with Dean, he wasn’t about to let a second chance pass him by. And he certainly wasn’t going to waste any more time.

“Is that a flirtation?” Castiel asks pointedly, his blood already humming from the look Dean is giving him now.

Dean leans on the bar, just two feet of oak between them. His eyes even more remarkable this close to Castiel, they downright sparkle with joy at him. The lights from the stage playing up the green, he can even see little hints of gold in them.

“Hell yes,” he confesses, “and it would also be a flirtation to say I want to have a drink with you, right now.”

“Your confidence is ridiculously attractive Dean.”

Smirking, because of course he knows it is, “Not so bad yourself teach.”

They continue to grin at each other, desire simmering so close to the surface, Castiel can feel it on his skin. It's thrumming through his veins, coursing through his blood. Dean was correct before, it was fate that brought them back together, after whatever stubbornness or carelessness kept them apart before. And Castiel sure as hell wasn’t going to let that chance slip past him again.

“So, about that drink?” Castiel inches closer across the bar, his hands a breath away from touching Dean’s.

He looks down at Castiel’s mouth heatedly, then back up into his eyes, “What about it?”

“Would we be having it at your place?”

Something dark and wicked passes across Dean’s face and before Castiel can second guess himself Dean’s on the move. He strides purposefully to the end of the bar, stopping only for moment to whisper something to his coworker. The burly man with the soft southern accent glances in Castiel’s direction and shakes his head fondly. Dean’s very quickly by his side, almost obscenely close, it steals Castiel breath.

“Come on,” Dean urges, his hand reaches out for Castiel’s, “you wanna get out of here?”

Castiel nods excitedly and Dean chuckles at his enthusiasm. Sparing one last look at his table of friends Castiel almost stops in his tracks as Dean leads him away. All four of them are standing around the booth, Hael still mostly asleep leans on Inias’s shoulder who’s giving Cas a double thumbs up. Hannah has her hands over her heart and her eyes are wide with joy. Lastly Gabriel, who knew exactly who Dean was and that Castiel had already forgone one opportunity for a date with him, just smiles knowingly. He lifts his still full glass in their direction and salutes them.

Castiel loved each of them dearly, but he is very quick to forget the lot of them so long as Dean Winchester is going to keep holding his hand so tightly. Dragging him through the still crowded bar, Dean weaves in and out of the throngs of people, ignoring hails and hellos from those who know him.

“Dean you can slow down,” Castiel chides, a stupid smile plastered on his face, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“If I stop for one, we’ll have to talk to all of them.” Dean says over his shoulder, turning briefly to stare at him again, "And I want to get you alone, like yesterday.”

They make it to a service door and Dean pushes it open with his free hand, it leads to an alleyway with a few closed doors and a stairwell at the far end. The cool night air fills his lungs but its quickly expelled when Dean whips him around and shoves him against the back of the door. Crowding him against the cold metal. His thigh finding its way between Castiel’s legs almost immediately, pressing against his growing erection.

“God Dean!” Castiel groans, the heat of Dean’s body on his, a stark contrast to the door at his back.

Dean smirks, running his nose along the shell of Castiel’s ear, “You’re so fucking sexy Cas, come on make some more of those pretty noises for me.”

Castiel leans into the sensation, keening softly, “I want... I want to...”

“You what Cas, what do you want?” Dean whispers hotly along the side of his face. God, he smells so good, like whiskey, and cinnamon, and sweat, Castiel inhales deeply into his neck. Memorizing the scent in an instant.

“Want to kiss you, want to taste you.” Castiel sighs, his eyes slipping closed with pleasure.

Dean, clearly happy to oblige him, drags his lips across Castiel’s jaw searching out his mouth. Capturing it in a scorching kiss. A kiss full of teeth and tongue, Castiel can only ride out the waves of pleasure crashing through him, tangling his fingers in Dean’s hair and tugging the other man’s head. Pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Dean moans into his open mouth, pressing his body impossibly closer to Castiel’s. His hands teasing up the hem of Castiel’s shirt, squeezing his hips between strong, hot fingertips. Grinding his pelvis up into Castiel’s hardening cock.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Dean breaks their kiss, pressing the words into Castiel’s skin with his mouth. Licking and sucking at his throat, Dean angles his head to get a better vantage point.

Castiel’s breath hitches as Dean’s teeth scrap his collar bone. When did his shirt get unbuttoned? Sometime during their kissing Dean managed to pop the first two buttons on his dress shirt and is already making his way down his chest. His mouth kissing fire across Castiel’s skin.

“Dean, let me,” Castiel gasps as teeth close around his nipple, “let me touch you.”

Lips on his chest curve into a smile, “You can touch all you want sweetheart.”

Releasing the hold on his hair Dean straightens to give Castiel better access. Running his hands back around to the front, Castiel wastes no time getting Dean’s pants unbuckled and his fly undone. Shoving his hand down the front of Dean’s underwear his hand closes around his rock-hard erection, marveling in the soft heat wrapped around solid muscle. Dean groans into the hollow of his throat.

“Fuck Cas,” Dean bites back another moan, “I’ve been waiting all night for you to get your hands on me.”

Stroking him faster now, Castiel grins into Dean’s hair, his heart racing, “I’ve been waiting all night to touch you. It’s been incredibly distracting.”

“You’re... you’re telling me. Do you know how many bottles I dropped watching you?”

Castiel’s chest expands even further; he hadn’t been alone in his misery tonight. Dean watched him, wanted him just as badly. Knowing they wanted each other and were both waiting for the other to make a move sends a wave of bliss through his whole body. He'd never admit it out loud but thank God for Gabriel and his stupid birthday.

“Kiss me again.” Castiel begs, and Dean angles his head up to crush another hard kiss on his mouth.

Dean’s hips rock into his fist harder as their kisses turn to gasps in each other’s mouths, “Cas... Can I suck your cock?”

The cock in question, which had been unfairly left alone but for a few hard hip thrusts, strains against his zipper, already weeping with joy. Castiel catches Dean’s earlobe between his teeth, “I’d like that very much Dean.”

Releasing Dean from his grip, he slides his hands up his chest and around his shoulders as Dean drops quickly to his knees. Tearing his shirt the rest of the way out of Castiel’s pants, Dean makes quick work of his fly and underwear, pulling Castiel’s achingly hard cock out into the light. The cool air hits its but he only has a moment to hiss at the sensation before Dean unceremoniously sucks the head into his perfect mouth.

His tongue swirls around the head and presses on the underside at the vein there. Licking up his shaft, his other hand finds Castiel’s and grabs it tightly, leading it to the back of his head slowly. Castiel cards his fingers through Dean’s hair and grips the crown tightly, realizing Dean wants his own bit of manhandling and relishing in the opportunity to do so.

Dean moans around the head of his cock and takes Castiel deeper into his mouth. His tongue is hot and wet, Castiel takes his other hand and traces the faint outline of his cock through Dean’s cheek. Eliciting another hum of arousal from Dean, Castiel’s hips lurch forward of their own volition. Fucking deeper into Dean’s mouth.

“Fuck Dean,” Castiel’s head falls back against the metal door, “your mouth...”

Dean pulls off and Castiel whines, “You like that sweetheart? You like fucking into my hot, wet mouth?”

“Yes!”

Hips stuttering again as Dean goes back to his cock, licking a bead of precum off the head. Gripping the shaft in his other hand, Dean strokes and sucks, drawing Castiel closer and closer to orgasm. Groaning with Castiel’s cock in his mouth Dean doubles the efforts of his fist around him. Castiel can feel his balls tighten up as his orgasm builds faster under Dean’s ministrations.

“I’m gonna...” he gasps.

Dean pops off, licking his swollen lips and looking up at Castiel with lust blown eyes. He strokes him faster, fist coated in spit and precum. His face utterly debauched from Castiel’s cock, “Come for me Castiel.”

The sound of his full name on Dean’s lips wrecks him even further. It only takes a few more licks and strokes before Castiel’s hips arch up further into Dean’s mouth and his vision whites out. Thrusting through his orgasm, he can feel the cum all but explode out of him and shoot down Dean’s throat. His head falls back again to the door, clanking hard around the roar of blood in his ears. Gasping for air, his hot breath releasing plumes of steam into the night.

“That was incredible,” Castiel sighs, looking back down at Dean still on his knees. He's licking the last of Castiel’s cum from him lips and the sight is enough to get Castiel hard again.

He grabs Dean again by the elbows and helps him stand, crushing his mouth with a kiss, tasting himself on Dean’s tongue. Reaching his hands down between their bodies, eager to continue stroking Dean to his own orgasm, maybe he’ll get his own turn at sucking cock tonight, he finds Dean’s no longer straining against his jeans. Breaking their kiss, he looks at Dean in confusion.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Dean’s cheeks immediately redden, and he looks away from Castiel’s concerned gaze sheepishly, “No you didn’t hurt me... I um sort of... finished already.”

Finished... oh. OH! Dean came just from sucking him off. Holy God, why was that so sexy? Castiel feels his own cheeks flush with pride, and he wraps Dean up in a fierce embrace.

He murmurs in the other man’s ear, “Well Dean, while I'm a little disappointed I didn’t get to see that, I'm extremely flattered.”

“Oh shuddup,” Dean grumbles, peppering kisses along Castiel’s already tender throat.

“I’ll do no such thing.”

Dean smirks into his neck, “Alright professor, so now what?”

Castiel stalls on the thought, now what indeed? He’d been waiting all night to get Dean in this exact position. And all things considered, it had gone way beyond his expectations. But what did he want now? He was absolutely going to get Dean’s number, and probably would not wait the customary three days to call him and ask him out.

“Well,” he starts, kissing Dean’s jaw till their face to face again, “I’d still really like to get that drink with you. If you want to go back to your place?”

The light that blooms over Dean’s face rivals that of every sunrise Castiel had ever seen. It warms him from the inside out, just knowing his words had that kind of effect on the other man. Yes, he was truly going to enjoy whatever happened between them going forward.

“I’d like that a lot, Cas. And then what?” Dean rubs his thumb over Castiel’s lower lip, already drawing a new wave of arousal from him in the process.

“Then you’ll have to decide on where you want to take me for breakfast, for the record I like pancakes and gallons of coffee.”

Dean grins and reaches down to grab his hand and pull it to his lips, “The coffee I can get behind, but what kind of psycho chooses pancakes over waffles?”

Castiel laughs at the question, his head spinning and his pulse galloping in his chest. Everything about their encounter tonight felt like kismet, all that talk about missed opportunities only to end up gasping in each other’s arms. It felt like a big cosmic joke, but one he was more than glad to be part of the punchline for once. Whatever the universe had in store for him and Dean, Castiel knew he was going to enjoy every minute of it.