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“You’ve never been with a woman?” Dean asked, flabbergasted. Cas shook his head from his seat at the two-person table, chair turned sideways to face the room.
“Wow. Okay. I know two things for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. And two: I’m not letting you die a virgin,” Dean stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. “Come on.”
“Dean,” Cas grimaced.
Halfway across the room, Dean turned to look at him. “Well? You comin’, Chuckles?”
Cas didn’t move.
“Bad idea?” Dean asked, crossing his arms.
“I don’t want to lay with a woman, Dean.”
“A man then?”
Cas frowned, staring him down. “I don’t want to lay with a stranger, Dean.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Not for everyone, okay. What do you want to do on your last day on Earth, then?”
Cas pressed his lips together and stared at his shiny black shoes. Shoes covered in scuff marks he occasionally has to miracle away.
“Cas?” Dean frowned, moving closer.
“You,” he said.
“Huh?” Dean said intelligently.
Flushing, Cas shrugged, a very human gesture. “I want you, Dean. Like Bert and Ernie.”
He glared at Cas but the angel refused to make eye contact, looking very out of his depth. For the first time since Dean met him, Cas appeared sheepish, cheeks red. He appeared human.
All the defensive energy Dean usually felt around the angel rushed out of him, leaving him mentally stumbling but certain.
He licked his lips. “Cas,” he started, almost gentle.
Cas made eye contact. “Dean,” he replied just as softly.
“I’ve never been with a man before—“
Cas’ eyes widened. “Dean, you don’t have to.”
“I know,” Dean brushed him off. “And usually I wouldn’t, but I did say I wasn’t going to let you die a virgin,” he grinned lopsidedly. “And I plan to make do on that promise.”
Slowly, Cas rose to his feet. He took a hesitant step towards Dean. “Is this really something you want, Dean? I don’t want to force you into anything.”
Dean rolled his eyes, scoffing. “You’re not forcing me into anything.”
Cas stared at him.
He sighed. “I don’t know what I want. But I know what you want, and I—“ he paused. “I’m happy you’re alive,” he said, “let me do this for you.”
“Okay,” Cas smiled, eyes crinkling.
“Great, now get your feathery ass over here and kiss me.”