Waking Up in Bobby's

      Dean woke up, hung-over, breathless, and aching in places he'd never knew existed. He was naked, but that wasn't uncommon. He had a nasty habit of getting wasted and then getting it on with the girl nearest to him, so he wasn't that put off. "Hello, Dean." As he recognized the voice, he realized he was very put off.
      He rolled onto his side, barely noticing the bruises on his arms and legs, and was face to face with the person (he used that term loosely) he least expected to see naked beside him. "Cas?"
      The man beside him-who was equally naked, but not as bruised-nodded and rolled so that he faced Dean, his hand falling in the space between the two. "I assume you remember nothing from last night." Cas's lips twitched as Dean floundered for an answer, and Cas gestured to Dean's bruised body. Dean examined the bruises for a few minutes, until he finally figured out what was odd about them.
      "Cas. These bruises are finger shaped." Again, Cas's lip twitched. ( Okay, pull it together man. This is Cas, your best friend. Just because you find him attractive-stop that!- does not mean you got trashed and did the nasty with him. This is Cas. He still hasn't figured out the pizza man.) Dean's thoughts did no good, and Cas's blue eyes roamed his all-too exposed body. Hesitantly-almost as if Castiel was scared he would break Dean- he put his hand on the hunter's torso, his fingers a perfect match for the bruises. "What the hell happened last night?" Dean hissed out, jerking back against the sudden pain.
      Cas moved his hand from Dean's side to his chest, inching slightly closer to the human. "You called me, drunk. You then proceeded to yell at me-although I'm still not sure why- and concluded your outburst by kissing me." Dean gulped, but Cas smiled, continuing. "One thing led to another, and here we are."
      "Define here," Dean groaned, putting a hand over his eyes as he rolled onto his back.
      "Naked in your bed." Cas dead-panned, hand not leaving Dean's chest as he moved so that he was pressed against the human. Dean laughed, then silenced himself as he realized that  Cas was waiting on him. "Dean…you seem troubled. If you wish to forget that this," Dean removed his hand long enough to see Castiel gesture at their naked bodies, and he'd be damned if the nerd didn't have a perfect six-pack, "I will let you." Cas's face was suddenly a mask, his blue eyes hooded as he took in Dean's reactions.
      "Wait-wait, wait wait!" Dean was instantly on his side again, one hand moving to Cas's thigh, noticing for the first time that Cas's legs were intertwined with his. "You're not getting me, Cas." Cas cocked his head, unable to stop his other hand from placing itself on Dean's leg, pulling it up a bit on his waist. "I don't regret this-I just don't remember a damn thing about it."
      Cas was silent for a minute. Dean honestly thought he had broken him until he found blue eyes searching his. "Would you like to replicate the events?"
      "Did you just offer to have sex with me?" Cas didn't answer, instead giving a curt nod. Dean smiled, taking Cas's face in his hands as he kissed him, positioning his body over Cas's.
      "You are much better than the pizza man." Cas gritted out as Dean broke away, gently biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder connected. Dean let out a short laugh, moving back up to kiss Cas again.
      "Happy Valentine's Day, Cas." Dean smiled, into Cas's lips, getting ready to take him again.
      "Happy Valentine's Day, Dean." Cas responded, his hands cupping Dean's face. "I am…I am glad to spend it with you."
      
      Sam and Bobby sat in Bobby's living room, Bobby reading a newspaper and Sam staring intently at the ceiling. Bobby flipped a page as Sam looked up at the ceiling, unable to keep himself from hearing the shouts and moans, and the creaking of Dean's bed. "Bobby?" Sam started as the noise picked up, grimacing as the headboard connected with the wall far too many times for his comfort.
      "Mmm?"
      "Didn't Cas sleep in Dean's room last night?"
      "Yupp."
      "So that sound is-?"
      "Yupp."
      "I think I'm going to be sick."