"Cas, have you ever had a staring contest?" Dean asked. He and the angel were sitting on the couch in Rufus's cabin. The TV was on with low volume, and they were the only ones in the house. Sam was on a grocery run, and probably at the Library on his laptop, too. Bobby was outside working on a car. Neither of them knew that Cas was there; neither trusted him because they suspected he was working with Crowley.

Cas looked over at Dean and shook his head. "I do not know what that is."

"Simple. You and another person stare at each other, and whoever blinks first loses." Dean explained.

"I thought you said staring makes you uncomfortable."

"There are exceptions to every rule buddy. Come on, let's do it."

"Do what?"

"A staring contest, Cas."

"Okay." Cas said. He locked eyes with Dean.

"Shut your eyes, and when I count to three, stare. Got it?" Dean said, closing his eyes.

"Yes." Cas said, and shut his too.

"One, two, three!" Dean said, and they opened their eyes.

Dean was surprised at himself after a minutes passed. He'd been sure that he would've blinked by now. Instead, he had found himself almost instantly mesmerized by Cas's vibrant blue eyes. Since they were at a close proximity, the hunter could see how the angel's eyes glinted in the sun, and how the sun caused a slightly different shade in the areas it didn't reach.

Suddenly Dean wished he could be closer to those eyes. So close that he could almost touch them with his own. In his mind's eye he began to imagine that scenario. Not just the closeness of the eyes, but of Cas in general. Of feeling the warmth of Cas' body radiating against his own. The feeling of the angel's lips on his own. The feeling of Cas kissing every inch of his skin. The feeling of kissing every inch of Cas' skin.

Cas stared right back, similarly caught by Dean's green eyes. He thought of every time he'd looked at Dean. Every time he had looked into those eyes, and how much he wanted those eyes to never leave him. For that strong, green gaze to remain with him for eternity. And for that gaze to look at him the way it was now. With love and happiness. With lust and friendship. He'd been waiting too long for Dean's eyes to look at him this way. It made him feel "warm and fuzzy" inside, mixed with a raw hunger he had felt only in Dean's presence.

Cas took the opportunity to tempt Dean. Without blinking or taking his eyes from Dean's, he played with his shirt collar nonchalantly. He saw Dean's eyes flicker to his hand, and he blinked. Neither commented though; the staring contest was forgotten. Cas wet his lips, slow enough that Dean would notice. The hunter swallowed and shifted his legs a little. Green and blue eyes still remained glued to one another, however. Cas dropped one of his hands to his leg and rubbed his knee.

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He practically threw himself onto Cas, straddling him and pressing his lips to the angel's. Cas met him with the same wildness, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and pulling the hunter close. He used his tongue to gain entrance in Dean's mouth, and after a minute they broke apart, both breathing heavily. Dean dragged Cas to his feet using his tie, and then semi-roughly he pushed him back onto the couch underneath himself and began unbuttoning the angel's shirt as he kissed him.

As soon as there was bare skin, Dean's lips traveled from Cas' down to his collar bone. Dean nipped at Cas' skin, causing the angel to grunt. Cas gripped the hunter's back, loving every kiss and bite that he felt.

Suddenly Cas pushed Dean off, his eyes wide with fear.

"Cas?" Dean asked in a hoarse voice. He was immediately alert.

"Sam." Cas replied, just as gruffly. Then the angel disappeared. Dean raced to the bathroom, and just as he shut the door, he heard the front door open and Sam call out,

"Dean?"

-end-