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Cas was leaning against the refrigerator in the kitchen while Dean, Sam, and Bobby were sitting at the table. They were discussing their plan to hunt a skinwalker who had snuck onto a Hollywood set. Despite their arguments, most notably from Dean, Cas had insisted on accompanying them. After the Apocalypse, he didn’t trust that they would be safe anywhere.
“This ain’t gonna be easy. Skinwalkers are sneaky, little creatures” Bobby crosses his arms.
“They’re humans too.” Sam sits up a little straighter, “Maybe we could catch him out, deal with him while he’s not a dog?” Cas calculates the risk of fighting the skinwalker in both his forms. They were pretty even, just a bit higher if he was a dog.
Bobby readjusts himself, “T’s not the killin’ that I’m worried about. Hollywood’s pretty tight with security.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Dean adds and Cas flicks his gaze to Dean’s face, “We’ve got the angel express to ride.”
Cas frowns gently, displeased, “I’m not just a means for transport.” He watches as Dean’s eyebrows jump up.
“We know Cas,” Sam is quick to soothe Cas’s hurt feelings, “We’re grateful you’re here to help us.” Sam throws Dean a cold glance. Dean snorts, still watching Cas. Cas stares right back, refusing even to blink.
Dean stands up and walks into the kitchen. Cas assumes he is going for a beer and prepares to move out of his way. Before he can move an inch, Dean trips on a rug that Cas is fairly certain hadn't been there a moment ago, and is falling towards Cas. His chest collides with Cas’s then his knees, and then their lips come together as Dean’s entire body is aligned with Cas’s. Cas freezes and so does Dean.
Cas feels his lips part slightly as stares at Dean and tries to comprehend the situation. It’s not that he particularly minds having Dean’s lips on his, he’s just certain that Dean did not intend for this to happen and was about to explode in anger and embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong. Dean jerks his body away and stares at Cas with an expression of disbelief on his face. Sam explodes with laughter at the table. Cas is actually slighted worried for him because of how violent it seems.
“Well, ain’t you two just the prettiest princesses at the ball,” Bobby quips, obviously amused as well. Dean’s expression morphs from disbelief to one of outrage.
“I can not believe that just happened,” Dean growls. Sam lets out one last laugh before managing to control himself. Bobby chuckles and shakes his head slightly.
Castiel isn’t embarrassed like Dean is. He’s just surprised and slightly curious. He feels the need to say something to that effect and begins with, “Dean…”
Dean holds up a finger and wipes the back of his mouth. Cas is actually a little hurt by that motion, “Don’t. That never happened.” Dean pushes Cas to the side and rips a beer out of the fridge. Then he stalks back to his chair at the table, plops himself down and proceeds to glare at the world, seemingly challenging it to make fun of him.