Honestly, I think that Dean is too stubborn to ever make a move, and Castiel is too focused on work to do it, so this is one of the few ways that I see Destiel happening.

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UPDATED! Mostly minor changes except for the middle, but much-needed.

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Alcohol

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Sam had gone out for dinner. Their motel was in the middle of nowhere, so he had to drive a town over to get good food. Dean was sitting on his bed, puzzling over their current case, trying to put it together.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air and a figure appeared.

"Cas?" Dean asked, though he knew by the trench coat that it was him. It had been a while since he'd seen the angel.

Cas turned around and walked over to Dean, stumbling over himself on the way. His eyes were unfocused and his movements uncoordinated. "Hey Dean," he slurred, "Heard you needed some help with the case."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Are you drunk?"

Cas shrugged dramatically, admitting, "I might be," and started to lose his balance.

Dean leapt up and grabbed his shoulder to steady him. "Seriously, Cas?"

Cas chuckled and Dean sighed in exasperation. "Dude, we really need your help with this. If you were gonna get plastered, the least you could've done is tell us."

The case they were on was rough, and Dean had secretly been hoping for backup. To be honest, he was just too stubborn to ask outright.

Dean realized his hand was still on Cas's shoulder and took it off. Cas looked at his shoulder, then at Dean. There was an odd look in his eyes, but he looked away and started walking to another part of the room, muttering, "No. No. Stop," to himself.

Dean's eyebrow quirked up, and he followed the drunken angel, "What is wrong with you?" Cas ignored him, So Dean took the angel's shoulders and spun him around.

"Cas! What's your problem?"

Cas looked into Dean's eyes in a way that made Dean feel really uncomfortable. Then Cas's eyes moved a few inches down, studying another feature of Dean's face.

Suddenly, Cas's arm shot out, pulling Dean's face toward him. Their lips touched, and Cas's eyes closed happily. Dean's eyes opened wide and he pulled away.

"What the hell, Cas?"

Cas's eyes burned with something, then. Determination, or maybe hunger. He grabbed Dean again, pressing their lips together with more force.

This time, Dean shoved him away. But before he could say another word, his body was shoved to the wall by an unseeable force. Dean looked at Cas and grumbled, "You can't walk without falling, but you can do THAT?"

Castiel stalked over to Dean, who was now stuck against the wall. Once again, he pressed his lips to Dean's. For a brief moment, Dean tried to move away, but of course it didn't work. His heart was pounding in his ears.

Then Cas pulled away to look at him. Dean's mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. He and Cas had just kissed, really kissed and he'd… kind of enjoyed it. How could that be?

Cas let go of Dean and stared at the ground.

"I shouldn't have come."

Dea could tell Cas was about to leave, so he grabbed the angel's trench coat with his hands.

"No, wait. Stay."

He'd meant it platonically, because he didn't want Cas going around drunk and upset. (The dude had some pretty spectacular powers that could cause serious problems if he used them while not in his full mind.) But when the words came out, they certainly didn't sound platonic.

Cas's eyes took on that look again, and now Dean knew it was longing.

Alcohol had a tendency to strip away your inhibitions, and Dean wondered if that's what this was. And if it was… How long had Cas felt this way about him?

Cas leaned towards Dean again. Dean was still up against the wall, but he was free to move away if he wanted. Apparently, even in his drunken state, Cas didn't really want to force himself on the hunter. Dean supposed the first three kisses had been more of an impulse thing, and Cas looked embarrassed to have pinned Dean against the wall like that.

Cas moved his lips to within a centimeter of Dean's, making it Dean's choice to close the gap.

And Dean kind of wanted to kiss Cas again.

Dean closed his eyes and tipped his head forward, finally letting the kiss happen. His reasoning should've kept him from doing so, but Dean abandoned reason. He didn't want to think about this, he just wanted to do it. It felt good to do something crazy and impulsive, as he usually had to think things out much more.

Dean moved his lips against Cas's, and couldn't help but feel like it was the first real kiss he'd ever had. Sure, he'd had a lot of kisses before, but this was entirely different. There had been few kisses in his life that even held a candle to this one. This was… loving. He was used to it all being about lust.

Dean felt the angel smile into their kiss. His mouth involuntarily curled into a similar smile.

Dean's stomach was twisting in on itself, constricting and making him feel lightheaded, like he'd forgotten to breathe. Had he? Suddenly, Dean couldn't remember when he took his last breath. He pulled back a centimeter and breathed, then immediately resumed the kiss.

Their mouths moved together, and Cas sucked on Dean's lower lip, eliciting an unexpected groan from Dean. His mouth opened, as did Cas's, and their tongues crashed together, exploring and tasting one another.

Dean remembered that his arms were free and hanging at his sides. For a moment, the thought crossed his mind to push Cas away, to reclaim his heterosexuality. But he was too far gone. He couldn't turn back now, and he didn't really want to.

Dean's thoughts were silenced as Cast's mouth moved to Dean's jaw and began working on it. Dean sucked in a startled breath and breathed, "Oh my God, Cas." Cas didn't seem to notice.

Dean pulled the angel closer, so their bodies were smashed against each other. Dean took fistfuls of the trench coat in his hand and met Cas's lips again. Cas groaned, "Finally."

Dean's hips were grinding against Cas, and both were moaning and panting. Dean felt hot all over. His heart was beating a million miles a minute. He had never been so turned on in his life. Apparently, Cas was experiencing a similar feeling, and his hips started bucking forward.

Dean finally found some resolve and pulled away, though he was shaking. Making out with another guy was one thing. Feeling another man's stubble brushing against his cheek, clutching a flat muscular chest instead of one with breasts, even grinding their hips together and feeling Cas's hardness, that was all stuff Dean could handle. But now, it was getting out of hand. This was all happening so fast and Dean needed to stop it before he ended up taking it up the ass. Because, to be honest, there was a moment there where he thought he might not even mind.

Breathing heavily, he said, "Cas, I don't… I can't… we can't…"

Cas's eyes sobered for a second. He opened his mouth, but couldn't seem to find words. "I should go," he finally decided. Cas disappeared into the air and Dean groaned.

"Damnit, Cas."

Dean's body was going haywire, so his did the only thing he could think to do. He went into the motel bathroom and locked the door, before using a practiced hand to take care of himself. It happened quickly, and Dean couldn't help but imagine Cas doing similar things to him. When it was over, he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying the angel's name.

"Damn angels." He muttered.

Dean cleaned himself up and straightened his clothes. He walked out of the bathroom about the same time that Sam walked in the door with dinner.

"Hey Dean," he greeted. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

Dean suppressed the memory of what had just transpired and replied, "Not really. What did you get?"

"Hot wings."

Dean almost laughed. "No shit? I was actually having a craving for those."

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