"A fork, Cas?" Dean laughs, watching the angel attempt to dissect his pizza with a plastic fork and knife set. For whatever reason he just keeps them on his counter which could either mean he hates doing dishes (Dean wouldn't blame him), or just doesn't have any dishes - although considering the size of his house, a lack of cutlery would surely make no sense. But Dean doesn't judge.

"Well aren't you supposed to eat with forks?" he questions tensely, wide blue eyes resembling a deer in headlights.

"Not with pizza, although generally yes." Dean replies with a gentle laugh, plucking the cutlery out of Cas' hands. "Try just picking it up and chowing."

Cas nods, awkwardly picking up and folding the pizza in half, before taking a monstrous bite - which leaves Dean wondering if he's that good at fitting so much pizza into his mouth what else could he fit a lot of? Before he can ponder it further a blush settles on his cheeks and he has to turn away to stare at the cat lounging on the back of Cas' couch to calm down.

"That's better." Cas remarks, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve, before freezing. "Oops." He looks down at his grease covered suit, before shrugging. "I never wear it anyhow."

"Why not?" Dean immediately questions, leaning on his elbows to gaze at the angel...

Who merely shrugs. "I don't know, I mean I'm an average...human, and the most luxurious thing I have is the liberty of working at a gas station a few days a week."

Dean just quietly laughs, his shoulders shaking being any real indication of his amusement. "I meant don't you go to parties?"

Cas ponders this for a moment. "I don't get invited to them," he concludes, "and they seem largely overrated, honestly."

"Overrated?" Dean looks personally offended. "You've just never been to a good party then, have you?"

"Can't say so, no."

"Well, you should come to a party with me this weekend - lots of good things that I don't care about, football, nachos and alcohol." He offers, before pursing his lips. "Okay well the last two I like, but I'm not football's biggest fan."

Cas laughs, shaking his head. "Fine, I'll go - although I can't say I'll enjoy it."

"Get wasted and you surely will."

He laughs again. "Good luck with that."

"Oh come on," Dean nudges closer to Cas, mouth pursed in a childish grin. The angel's heart beats only the slightest bit faster. "You're not telling me you've never drank?"

"Well, not really, no." He admits, and just like that it's every teenager's worst crisis - does he do it to seem cool, or forever be dubbed the wimp? It's the edge of a cliff, or possibly atop a fence - either choice could change things drastically. "But there's some in the house if you want."

Dean cracks another grin. "Atta boy - don't worry, I'll keep you from doing anything too stupid."

"Like what?"

"Get the booze," Dean jokingly demands before the angel can change his mind.

***

Said angel, as it turns out, doesn't like alcohol.

Sure his fingertips buzz and maybe the room's spinning a bit, but it's not fun. It burns his throat and honestly if he had to put a name to what he was tasting he'd more accurately call it "crocodile butt".

Dean however, is on cloud nine. Giggling and swaying, his foggy green eyes crinkle around the edges whenever he cracks up again.

Cas laughs with him, because it's infectious. Maybe it is fun. He should've rebelled more often with Gabriel when he had the chance.

"This is fun." Cas states, squinting at the slightly deeper, and more rough tone his voice has taken on.

Dean notices it too, letting out a snort at it.

Cas narrows his eyes in confusion, even going as far as tilting his head to the side. "What?"

"Jeez Cas, you hit puberty!"

"I can assure you I reached sexual maturity at a healthy age," the angel states, pouting when Dean cackles and wheezes harder.

"Surely!" Dean quips, "Although might I say I'd like to be the judge of that."

"Dean, there's no way you can, unless you're a time - oh." Cas immediately flushes, deep pink highlighting his cheeks and nose bridge. "Dean!"

"Sorry Cas." Dean pushes himself off the other man's shoulder (to Cas' disappointment), before asking: "Wait, you're not a virgin, right?"

"A virgin what?"

"Y'know," Dean's eyes widen, "you've - ah - done it before, right?"

Cas frowns at Dean's strange language and suddenly awkward demeanour. "It? As in - oh." He can't help but flush. What does he say? I personally haven't but the person I'm possessing does in fact have a kid? That just doesn't flow. "No, not really."

"Not really?" Dean asks, still wide eyed and now leaning back on the angel's shoulder. "Sorry if I'm being too nosy."

"It's fine," he reassures, "and it's complicated."

Dean nods slowly. "But you are, uh, interested in men, right?"

Cas just nods, because really who cares. His father certainly doesn't - that's what bugs him about Christians. They just see something different and feel the need to outcast it simply because it was written in a book that got lost in translation. God himself doesn't care - just ask his second husband.

"Good," Dean blurts, before quick as lighting, reaching up and pulling the angel's lips to his.

If Cas said there wasn't anything special about this, he'd be lying.

It's like fucking ecstasy.

The colours from Dean's soul illuminate his entire living room in a kaleidoscope of bright blues and pinks, meadow greens and sunshine yellow.

Fire - or maybe it's electricity - jolts its way through Cas' body, centring mainly at his lips, which now seem cold without Dean's chapped lips against them.

His bright green eyes are anxious, scanning the angel's face.

Who just gapes, before grinning and pulling Dean in again.

This time it's not a gentle, quick kiss. It's Cas learning everything there is to know about why humans love it. He's practically seeing stars, and when Dean's tongue presses ever so slightly against the seam of his lips he quite literally feels giddy.

And so they stay, in their own little euphoria, even if it's only for a little while.

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almost wrote smut (not for this chapter duh) but then I realized I'm bad at it oops I also cut the kiss off because how am I supposed to make it sound good??? mm spit n teeth clashing yummy yummy

(Unless you actually want me to write that in pls let me know)

So, sorry for the late update, as y'all know my surgery has kinda left me fifty shades of crippled, and the drugs they gave me won't let me stay awake for some reason. So I had trouble pooping this chapter out :s

Also don't drink, it's not fun, just general warnings because most of my readers are probably like 14, yada yada yada