Dean stared at Cas in that way he does all the time, like he's imagining them fucking each other senseless. Cas had noticed that Dean looked at him this way from almost the moment they met, and had begun to reciprocate with a look of pure yearning. So basically, they had intense eye sex every day.

Well, Sam was getting tired of the lack of action. If they were going to gaze at each other like that, it might as well have been because they'd just been fucked out of their minds, right?

So on that particular day, Sam decided he had to take a stand. During one of their usual eye fuckings, he shoved Cas into Dean's arms, feeling like he had accomplished something important.

Dean embraced Cas to make sure he didn't fall, securing his arms safely around Cas' waist. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable and stiff, and he could tell by Cas' composition that he was feeling the same way. Oh god, was he really analyzing this man's posture now? Not man, he corrected himself--gay ass angel boy was the more correct term. Oh hell, he was not making it easy to keep from making out with him right on the spot.

Fuck it all, Dean went for it. He plunged his face onto Cas' and they had an extreme match of mouth wrestling. Dean's tongue slithered seductively between Cas' lips, and fought for dominance. Being new to this experience and not knowing how to react, the angel was easily won over.

When Dean finally pulled back for a breath, he found that Cas was utterly bewildered and wide eyed in shock. "Dean... A-are you... The pizza man?" Cas managed to sputter out through his practically numb (and ever so slightly chapped, in the way that drives everyone insane) lips.

Dean chuckled handsomely, shaking his head. The vibrations of his laughter jarred through Cas like an unstable roller coaster that was about to fling children to their deaths. He was going to lean in for another go, but he noticed that Cas' mouth was hanging wide open--he was still awestruck about that kiss. Dean gently brushed Cas' not-so-clean-shaven chin so that his mouth was almost closed, but he still had that lip part that conquers all others in the realm of fuckable faces.

Sam stood off to the side, giving the boys thier space. He grinned to himself. His OTP was finally canon, and he couldn't be more elated. He had planned out this moment for so long, playing out every detail in his mind. What could he say? Destiel was like a cold--extremely contagious and everywhere you looked.

He disengaged himself from his thoughts to find Dean making out with Cas again. Sam sighed in content. His brother was really the go-getter.