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A/N: A little sweet Dean drabble for you all. :)
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“Sam, what the hell are we doing here?” Dean asked impatiently, wandering after his brother towards the expansive building ahead, weaving through the rows of parked cars. “I’ve got shit to do.”
Sam scoffed. “When I found you in your room you were asleep, drooling on your pillow while the DVD menu for ‘The Karate Kid’ was playing on a loop.”
Dean glared at him. “Yeah. And? You interrupted!” Sam only rolled his eyes and said,
”You’ll see.”
Cas turned sideways, trailing behind the Winchesters, and slid between two closely parked trucks. “Yes. I am also wondering what purpose you have in bringing us here.” The angel glanced up at the building, which was spilling warm light out onto the dark asphalt in an orange glow. “It smells of stale popcorn and dirty gym socks.”
Sam laughed. “Well, it’s a college rec center so that’s accurate, Cas.”
”Of course it’s accurate. I can smell every individual organic molecule—“
”Yeah, yeah, yeah! You’ve got angelic super-smelling powers. We know!” Dean cut him off irritably. “Seriously, Sam. If I wanted to pick up co-eds I could have just headed over to the campus sports bar.”
They finally stepped into a crowded, noisy room. It was alive with vibrant conversations and laughter and the air did smell like popcorn and something sweet. Dean immediately noticed the red plastic cups almost everyone was holding.
”Oh, so there IS alcohol here? Excellent…” He made a beeline for the nearest concession stand while Cas took in the atmosphere.
”Everyone seems very excited. What is happening here?”
”It’s winter formal for the university this weekend. They’ve got a ton of events going on. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. I mean, Dean never really got the ‘college experience.’”
”Are you referring to binge drinking and casual sex? Because I think he’s quite familiar with that,” Cas retorted, furrowing his brow at the younger Winchester.
Sam thought that over for a second. “…Yeah. Not exactly what I meant but I take your point.”
As if on cue, Dean returned and shoved a cold cup of foamy beer into Sam’s hand. “Alright. Why are we here? Is this a case? Haunted college building? I’ll get the EMF—it’s in the car—“
Sam grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him back. “Would you just stop for five seconds? It’s not a case. I just wanted to give you a little taste of the whole college thing. You know, because you never got to do it…”
Dean stared blankly at his brother for a long moment. “That’s sweet, Sam. Would you also like to give me my corsage now and weep gently into my shoulder while the marching band performs ‘My Heart Will Go On’?”
Cas furrowed his brow. “That was oddly specific, Dean.”
”He actually loves that song,” Sam said conspiratorially.
”No, I don’t!” Dean denied, looking affronted.
”You sing it in the shower every day!” Sam retorted.
”Hey, it’s better than that—that musical song you hum to yourself when you’re taking your morning sh—“
”Why are we here?” Cas pressed again.
Sam shrugged and sipped his beer. “Just a night off. I thought it would do us some good. Come on. Let’s check out what’s going on.”
They wandered around past various food carts and games. Cas stared for a long time at a giant stuffed penguin hanging from an arcade game before commenting loudly that the bottles you were supposed to knock over were super-glued to the shelf.
Suddenly a wide grin grew across Sam’s face and he stared straight for a table nearby. Dean was stunned in surprise for a moment and his stride faltered, but he quickly regained himself and strode after Sam and Cas.
”Well, if it isn’t the Winchesters and my favorite seraph!” You grinned at the approaching trio. “Surprised to see you here! Figured it wouldn’t be your scene.”
”Hello, Y/N,” Cas greeted you. “Technically, I’m not a seraph. Seraphs are six-winged beings who—“
You laughed and shook your head. “I know.” You smiled at Sam. “Nice of you to stop by. Hi, Dean,” you said, hoping your cheeks weren’t coloring already.
”Hey, Y/N,” he replied with a crooked smile. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously as you took in that boyish charm.
Sam read the little sign on the table next to you and pointed at it. “Really? Seriously?”
You laughed and nodded. “Seriously.”
”You look like you’re doing well.” Sam laughed, look at all the folded-up bills in the payment box.
”Well, it’s for a good cause,” you said, grinning.
Sam dug into his jeans for his wallet. He took out a one-dollar bill and dropped it into the little clear box with a slot in the top. “Alright. There you go!”
You smiled at him and leaned toward him over the table, placing a quick peck on his lips.
Cas watched in confusion. “What— What just happened?” His brows heavy, and he glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eyes, trying to make out his reaction.
You smiled at the angel. “It’s a kissing booth, Cas. I’m raising money for cancer research.”
”So… people pay you to kiss them? You should be careful, Y/N. You could catch something that way. You really shouldn’t kiss strangers…” You could see that his concern was sincere.
”Don’t worry, Cas,” you laughed. “I’ve only been giving out pecks on the cheek. You all are a special case.”
Cas looked relieved. “In that case—Sam. Give me a dollar.” He nudged Sam who laughed but handing him another dollar from his wallet. The angel shoved it into the little box and you leaned forward and gave him a peck, smiling at him good-naturedly afterward.
Your eyes found that Dean’s were already on you. “How about you, Dean? Kiss for charity?”
He laughed gruffly and shuffled his feet, hesitating while he tried to find the right response.
Sam watched his brother for a moment and then nudged Cas. “Come on. Let’s go make more trouble for the games ripping people off.” The two walked away and you and Dean both watched them go.
Dean cleared his throat. “A dollar seems like a real bargain. You should be charging way more.” He took a stack of bills out of his wallet and shoved them into the little payment box.
You looked up at him. “Wow. Thanks, Dean. That’s—that’s really generous. Now, where would you like your kiss?” you asked him, knowing that your cheeks were burning red now.
He waved a hand at you and cleared his throat nervously. “That’s—that’s alright. You don’t have to—It’s for a good cause.“
”You have to have a kiss!” you said, starting to lean toward him over the table. “Those are the rules.” He laughed, downplaying it, and ignoring the sudden fluttering in his stomach and the warmth rising in his chest.
Before he could really think of what to say next he felt himself being pulled to you like a magnet. Your hands gently grasped his jacket and you pulled him to you, landing your lips firmly on his and—and fireworks.
You felt him unmistakably kissing you back and one of your hands slid around his neck. Dean couldn’t believe this was happening… and he couldn’t believe that you weren’t pulling away immediately. The moment seemed to slow as he felt your lips soft against his–
And then… Dean dropped his beer. It sent a cascade of foam and fizz down to the floor and the sound and splash of the spray pulled you both apart. Your heart was racing, and so was Dean’s.
For a long moment, you both could only glance at one another, holding each other’s gaze, and then look back down at the mess between you. Dean finally laughed nervously.
You smiled and bit your lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drop a beer.”
He pulled his eyes away from the puddle on the floor and they landed back on your face. He felt suddenly out of breath like he’d just been running for his life. “Yeah, well, uhh—“ he rubbed a hand nervously across the back of his neck. “There’s a first time for everything,” he said.
You grinned at him and he returned it with a crooked smile again. “And hopefully a second.”
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