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It was just a run of the mill vampire hunt - that is, before five more vampires came out of nowhere and they had to make a run for it.
Grabbing Cas’ hand, Dean pulled him along and ran out the back entrance, with the blood-thirsty vampires trailing close behind them. They dashed down the street and through an alley; a quick look behind them told Dean that there was still a vampire on their tail, the echoes of threats and curses proved that the others weren’t that far behind. Suddenly, he yanked Cas down the next street and into the lobby of an apartment building not far from the entrance of the alley they just left.
The force of him yanking Cas into the lobby caused them to crash together and nearly stumble over one another as they went through the glass door. The bellhop at the front desk only looked at them disinterestedly before going back to reading his newspaper.
They took a second to let their brains and their lungs catch up before he realized that his hand was still tightly clasped in Cas’, but before he could think about what to do, the vampires’ shouts echoed through the glass.
“Dean,” Cas hissed to him, “why would you choose this place of all places to hide? There’s nowhere we can go where they can’t see us!” His hand gestured to the (quite obvious, thank you very much) glass door and wall that made up the front of the building, and they could make out the first of the vampires rounding the corner.
“Oh, like you had any better ideas?” He snarked, and Cas just rolled his eyes in response before his I-have-an-idea look dawned on his face. “What?”
“Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable,” was all that Cas said in reply. Dean was still extremely aware of the angel’s hand in his own.
The last of the vampires rounded the corner and they split up, three going left out of the alley and the other two going towards the right, towards the hiding hunters. Before Dean could say anything, Cas’ hand that wasn’t gripped in his own latched onto his shoulder and dragged him in for a searing kiss, one that was more like a kiss between two lovers who’d been separated for a long time, not one between himself and his (totally platonic) angelic best friend.
He froze from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss for what felt like forever, before he realized that he had to make it look real for the vampires that were looking to avenge the rest of their nest (most definitely not because he wanted to kiss Cas. Not one bit). For all he knew, the kiss could’ve lasted for hours or seconds - he ceased to notice the vampires that were hungry for their deaths, the bellhop that was sneaking glances at them with an almost pleased look, and the fact that he was kissing his (totally not platonic) angel best friend in the lobby of some random apartment building while on the run from bloodthirsty vampires.
Finally remembering that they were on the run from bloodthirst vampires, he broke away from the kiss - and Castiel, by extension - but hell if he admitted that he needed air as well.
Shaking his head to clear it of the fog of that kiss and all the thoughts that were demanding attention because of it, he scanned the street outside to check for the vampires. He could see the two that came their way a little ways in the distance, turning down another alley, while the three that went in the opposite direction were nowhere to be found.
He turned back to Cas, whose cheeks were flushed pink and a little satisfied smile turning up the corners of his mouth ever so slightly; it would be impossible to notice to anyone who didn’t know him as well as Dean did.
“It’s all clear,” he said, quite unnecessarily. He couldn’t take his eyes off the angel’s face, as if there was some gravitational pull holding his gaze there. In turn, Cas was looking at him in a way that he expected from someone deeply in love with the other. Almost by instinct, he grabbed the back of Cas’ neck and pulled him in for another kiss, and it wasn’t like two lovers reunited after being separated like the previous one, it was more loving and tender and definitely lasted longer than the first.
When they broke apart once more, Cas raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a look that he definitely learned from Sam. “I was just making sure that we were all clear,” He said breathlessly.
“I’m sure,” said Cas with every ounce of sarcasm the angel could manage - a trait he most definitely picked up from him, which was one of his pride and joys - and the small, crooked smile he always wore when bantering with Dean. Without another word, Cas grabbed his hand this time and pulled him back the way they came, towards the Impala and their ride home.
And if they delayed driving away to safety because they were kissing in the front seat; Well, that was no one’s business but their own.
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