Kissing lesson by Lentine
„Dean, tell me how to kiss a girl“? Cas asked curiously as they were driving back to the bunker. The both Winchesters lifted their eye brows up automatically and exchanged a quick look with each other, Sam suddenly having a hard time not to laugh when he realized his brother was suddenly blushing sligthly. Dean shot him a glare.
“Why”? He ignored Sam and with a smile turned his attention back to the angel who watched their behavior confused. “Is there a one you would like to kiss”? Dean teased him. His voice sounded light and amused but he couldn’t help the weird feeling in his chest by imagining Cas fell in love with someone and that someone was a girl.
Cas seemed to not pay attention to Dean’s tone of voice while Sam on the other side chuckled even harder since he recognized the little twitch in it. Sometimes Dean wished he would stay as the only child.
Cas narrowed his eyes slightly at the question: “You know I’m an angel. I don't have such desires. I was just curious but anyway never mind”, he replied feeling little frustrated and pretended the absolute non-interest in that topic anymore. His stare directed out of the window, apparently busy with something else. Dean had to admit that this was pretty cute. He would have told him how to kiss a girl, sure. Maybe he would even show him, but that was little off guard in this moment. If his annoying little brother wasn’t sitting in this car with them making it incredibly embarrassing he wouldn't mind show Cas exactly how to kiss someone.
Dean shrug his shoulders, showing Sam he can stop making faces now, the show was over. He concentrated on the road but hearing Sam’s silent laughing was the last drop.
“Shut up Sam”! He snapped at him for being such a child.
They drove the rest of the way in an uncomfortable silence but Dean soon got used to it. Couple times his eyes wondered to the retrograde mirror but Cas never looked back, so he gave it up.
Back at the bunker they said their good nights and went all each other’s way into their bedrooms since today was a really tough day even for them and even for Cas who maybe didn’t need to sleep but close his eyes and rest somewhere save was so tempting that he stayed.
Dean showed him one of the free rooms little away from where theirs were but Cas didn’t mind at all. He thanked him and then gave him one of those sad humiliated looks which always left Dean asking himself if it’s just his thought or is he really trying to say him something this way.
Dean went to his own bed too, at first.
He just couldn’t get the question out of his head. Always stopping in his memories on that for-help-screaming stare Cas gave him just a moment ago, doing his best to fall asleep.
Dean had no idea how he got out of his room again and all of a sudden was knocking on Cas’ door. He still had no idea what he was doing when Cas let him in and he walked through the room and sat down to him on the bed.
It was when Cas’ eyes met his in the dark when he realized it and it was too late to do anything about it.
“Hey, don’t give me that look”, he whispered and reached out to put Cas' hair away from his forehead. Cas' breath hitched as he felt Dean's fingers touch his lips suddenly, lifting them softly up into a smile.
"Dean", he said, wanting to warn him but it came more as an invitation. Not that Cas didn't want Dean to touch him like that. He did. There was nothing he wanted more at the moment but he didn't usually get what he wanted so he caught Dean's hand in his and pulled it away from his face but not having the strength to let it go again, he stared at their entwined hands and then at Dean, asking him a silent question.
Dean smiled at him and Cas realized his eyes smiled as well. It looked pretty.
"Why are you here, Dean"? Cas asked.
"Not really sure but I thought about your question later. I guess this sounds pretty awkward but I can tell you, no show you how to kiss a girl, if... if you're still curious", he explained him and gave him a hesitant smile.
Cas' eyes widened and he could feel his breath was much faster all of a sudden. He was supposed to get some rest but an opportunity like this didn’t come every day so he returned him the smile.
"Sure", Cas assured him, trying not sounding too excited, getting himself into the sitting position so their eyes were on the same level. Just as their lips but that was an unimportant detail.
Dean couldn’t stop smiling when he realized what he got himself in to. Ok, this was perfect excuse to kiss the angel.
"Alright, so the first rule is to be gentle. You can't never be wrong by being gentle. Chicks love it. Do you know what I mean"? He began hoping for the answer he wished he might get.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before so more no than yes”, Cas answered shyly.
He took a deep breath and he leaned forward very patiently, stopping so close to Cas’ closed mouth that their lips were almost touching. He has never thought that Cas’ blue eyes could look even more beautiful but they’ve never been so close actually for Dean to admire it fully. It was fascinating how deep and intense the blue was, just calling out for him to drown in it.
Cas’ breath was out in a second. He didn’t know what to do, what Dean expected him to do.
“Breathe”, he reminded Cas smiling. Dean challenged them how long will they last like this, not making any move but it was already clear it won’t be long. He wanted to taste it slowly, enjoying every sensation of it.
“Just focus on my lips”, he breathed out and ended the small gap between them so easily that it felt like winning the world in that moment. He has never kissed anyone so gentle in his life, reminding himself it’s an actual angel he is kissing. Well, he kissed Anna but it could never be compared to this. Cas had always made his own category, because none could ever beat Cas. Dean was slowly examining Cas’ mouth with his tongue, holding back the moan when Cas’ lips parted a bit, letting him in. Cas' mind was blown, it just got off and he had a hard time to focus on anything else like his breathing. Dean wanted to turn on the angel but he needed to repeat himself this was just a lesson, doing exercise. Being tender and delicate didn’t involve fucking gently Cas' mouth with his tongue. It was supposed to be more like making love than anything else.
Cas let himself be kissed and God knew how much he actually focused on Dean’s lips. They were everything he could feel.
He fought the urge to tug his hands in Dean’s hair and bring him closer or move them lower to Dean’s hips so he could touch him the way he has dreamed of for so damn long. He needed to touch him so badly but instead he held still, sensation of Dean’s lips on his was enough to make him forget about anything else. Nothing he has ever experienced caused him to think that maybe heaven wasn’t what he was taught about thousands of years, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was precisely this.
When Dean pulled away, breathing fast, Cas winced at the sudden loss. He wanted to surge forward and smash their lips back together but this was only Dean teaching him being gentle, nothing personal. One way or another Dean’s pupils were blown up and his lips glossy. At least Cas wasn’t the only one with his cheeks flushed.
“Have you caught it”? Dean managed to say between catching his breath again.
Cas nodded and his eyes wandered off to Dean’s lips, knowing how it felt being kiss by them. His thoughts were perhaps little too patent since Dean's grin was mischievous now. “You want to try it yourself”?
Cas didn’t bother answering and grabbed Dean’s face in his hands, kissing him with such excitement that he felt Dean’s laughter against his lips as he kissed him gently back. It was the sweetest thing.
He pulled back again and Cas winced at the sudden loss. “Shh, I want to show you something”, he calmed the unsatisfied angel.
“Lay down again”, he ordered and Cas obeyed immediately. Dean chuckled and leaned over him so Cas laid under him, eyes watching.
And that's how they got into heaven. Together.