Castiel laughs, making me smile. I've always liked his laugh, it reminded me of a waterfall, or covering up with a blanket fresh out of the dryer.

"Dean, do you know how long I've liked you?" He asked. I shrug.

"How long have we known each other?" He asks.

"Um... Two years?" I say, shrugging.

"Yeah... About a month after that. You know... At first, I thought you were a little stuck up, full of yourself, ya know?" He says, sipping his beer.

I'm taken aback. "Really?" I ask. He nods.

"Well... Yeah. You actually seemed straight. Always winking at the girls who gawk at you, sometimes peeking at me. But I paid no attention to that." He explains.

"Well... I'm like a small bit straight." I say, smiling.

"So, you're bi?" He asks me. I shake my head. "Pan."

He nods. "You know... I'm really glad you're not straight." I say, chuckling.

"Yeah. Me, too. So do you want to get really drunk. Or do you want to just have a few drinks." Cas asks, finishing off his beer and waving the bartender over.

"Oh... I don't know." I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Come on. I'll try my hardest not to jump your bones." He says, laughing. I blush and sigh.

"You know what?... Fine. Let's have some fun."