Cas and Dean rushed into the dingy cabin and Dean slammed the door behind them. The monster outside howled it's rage, but couldn't penetrate the structure. "We should be safe in here," Dean said, leaning against the door which was inscribed with arcane symbols. "This is one of Bobby's cabins; the whole thing is demon-proofed."
Cas stumbled into the dim room and pulled off his trench coat which hung in tatters from his shoulders. "We may be safe inside," he said. "But we will have to leave eventually."
"What's it after anyway?" Dean grumbled, lifting the dirty curtain from the window to see the beast prowling outside in the dark.
"Me, probably," Cas replied, sinking down onto the couch.
"You?" Dean asked. "These things like the taste of Angel or something?"
"Virgins," Cas mumbled.
"Excuse me," Dean said, turning to face the fallen angel on the sofa. "You said virgins? As in...virgins?"
"Yes," Cas replied, lifting his head to fix Dean with his dark blue gaze. "This creature lives on the flesh of the pure, and since this body was remade..." his voice trailed off.
"Okay," Dean rumbled, shaking his head. "I guess we've ganked weirder monsters. So how do we kill it?"
"An olive stake through the heart," Cas replied.
Dean looked incredulous. "Olivewood? We're in Minnesota for Christ sakes. Where are we supposed to find an olive tree?"
Cas shrugged.
The two men scoured the small cabin, which took all of ten minutes, but there was no olive to be found. "Alright," Dean said. I'll call Sam and see if he can bring us what we need." He flipped open his phone and held it aloft, searching for a signal. "Damnit! No service." He sank down on the couch again, as another tremor shook the walls, the beast trying to gain entry. "Too bad you lost your angel mojo and can't zap us outa here...What do we do now?" Dean asked in frustration. "Will it go away eventually?"
"I doubt it," Cas replied. "Now that it has the scent, it will wait for us to come out."
"So what do we do? We can't stay here forever, there isn't even any booze in this place."
"Well," Castiel said, avoiding Dean's eyes. "The monster wants virgin flesh, and if I wasn't a virgin..."
Dean sprang up from the couch and started pacing the small room. "No. No way, Cas. I see where you're going with this and my answer is no."
"It might be the only way, Dean."
"We'll go out and fight it," the bigger man said, still pacing. "Olive or no, we'll try to make a run for it."
"You saw the beast," Cas replied. "It will tear us apart before we make it out of the clearing. We don't even have any weapons."
Dean ran his hands through his short brown hair, his green eyes a little wild.
"This is the only way," Cas said, staring steadily at Dean from where he sat on the sagging couch.
Dean breathed out a long breath, "Ok," he said. "But we NEVER tell anyone, you got that?" He jabbed his finger at the angel, who nodded. "And I get to be top."
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Dean stood in the center of the small room, listening to the monster outside and shaking his shoulders out like he was preparing for a fight. Cas rose from the couch and approached him slowly. "I...I've never done this before," Cas mumbled, his deep voice soft and his eyes shy.
"Of course you haven't," Dean growled, "that's our problem!" he sighed, when he saw the angel drop his eyes sadly. "Look, I'm sorry Cas, but this is just weird for me. I guess I've never done this either."
"What would you do with a woman?" Castiel asked, raising his eyes again.
"I guess I'd kiss her," Dean mumbled. The angel raised his face expectantly and Dean sighed again. He reached his big hands out to grasp the angel by the shoulders before leaning forward to press his lips against Cas's. Dean resisted the urge to pull away immediately, and closed his eyes. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, and he kissed him again, more firmly and opened his lips. Cas stood like a statue.
"Alright, I'm gonna need some reciprocation here, pal," Dean said, breaking away.
"As I said," Cas replied. "I've never done this before."
