"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."

Halloween Reverse!verse for dahliasheng. 

“Cas? Cas? C’mooooooooon.”

Castiel groans and closes his eyes. You’d think that, as an angel, the green-eyed being would be a lot more… angelic. But, in the two months they’ve been working together, Dean has only managed to be a heavenly pain in Castiel’s ass.

He’s curious about everything, spends an inordinate amount of time watching television, and has singlehandedly managed to use up Cas’s monthly data for porn. As if all this isn’t bad enough, the worst angel in the garrison has been hounding him for an entire week about Halloween of all things.

Castiel has, insofar, been successful in ignoring his questions about candy and modern celebration, biting back that if someone hadn’t used up all the data he could search for answers on the internet, but for some reason, Dean has fixated upon the tradition of dressing up. “But why? What’s the point? Cas? Cas? I’m gonna keep asking until you explain it.”

Eventually, Castiel had explained Halloween: costumes and all. Unfortunately, instead of silencing the angel on the matter, Dean had only become more incensed.

Apparently, he really wants to experience Halloween.

Apparently, he needs a costume a do that.

“C’moooooon, Cas. Cas. Caaaaaas.”

And so Castiel Novak, hunter of the supernatural, recluse and misanthrope extraordinaire, finds himself guiding an angel of the lord through a Halloween warehouse on a Sunday afternoon.

Dean looks like he is literally in Heaven.

He walks through aisles upon aisles of costumes, ‘oohing’ and ‘aaahing’ at the different fabrics and get-ups as he sifts through superheroes and monsters and historical characters. “Hey, Cas! Cas, check this out.”

When Castiel approaches, Dean places light-up devil’s horns on his head. He wriggles his brows and cracks himself up. Needless to say, Cas is ready to leave.

But then he sees the halo.

“Dean,” the hunter says distractedly, reaching for the sparkly white headband. The furry halo dances on the springs below it. Cas smirks.

“Yeah?”

“I know the perfect costume for you.”

He corrals the angel into the dressing room with a silky white toga before Dean can marvel at his sudden enthusiasm. He changes into the short white outfit without complaint, even slipping on roman sandals before he steps out of the makeshift cubical, clearly confused. “What am I supposed to be?”

Castiel slips the halo on his head. He plucks a pair of fluffy-looking wings from a hook.

Dean’s eyes widen comically. “Oh hell no! What the fuck is this shit?!”

Cas holds up the wings. “But, Dean, you’ll look so beautiful.”

Narrowing his eyes, he surprisingly slips on the feathery contraptions, pursing his lips as he raises a brow. “So?”

“So?” Cas repeats, puzzled.

“So, do I look pretty or what?”

Castiel chews his lip. Dean is gorgeous. The toga hangs off his shoulder just right, exposing one side of his freckled, bare chest teasingly. His legs are sure and strong underneath the skirt, and Cas is trying very hard not to think about how sexy the angel looks dressed as an angel. His nod in response to Dean’s question is jerky. “Y-Yes. You look… um, yes. Pretty.”

The other smirks. “I makin’ you nervous, Cas?” he teases, looking down at how he’s dressed. Green eyes slowly drag up to meet blue.

“No,” Castiel says, firmly. His fingers twitch.

Dean raises a brow.

And Castiel, 100% sure that he is not harbouring sexual feelings towards his in-house angel, goes to find another costume.

***

“This is ridiculous.”

“Lighten up, Cas. It’s Halloween!”

“I look ridiculous.”

It’s Halloween night, and Cas has taken Dean to a party. Where he’d normally hole himself up in the nearest motel and watch the news with the lights off, he’s now weaving between young, sweaty bodies, red cup clutched tightly in his hand. He’s too old for this, for one; he’s uncomfortable with the look the sexy cat has been giving him, for two; and for three, he’s dressed as flipping cupid. Yes, Castiel has springy, sparkly heart antennae protruding from his head, and is wearing the equivalent of a white loincloth. He’s got a quiver slung across his back and a cheap bow in his left hand. Dean finds this hilarious.

Cas is still trying to figure out how he got roped into wearing a quarter of a costume in the first place.

The pair find a more quiet corner and press themselves into it, Dean taking in the festivities while Castiel takes in Dean. He really is beautiful, and the silver sparkles one of the girls had pressed to his freckled cheeks upon arriving make his eyes pop. Dean smiles at a zombie who winks back. He hums happily. “I love Halloween.”

Castiel is not jealous.

The hunter slumps back against the wall, giving a polite nod to the dark-haired girl eyeing him up. She raises a brow and bites her lip. He blushes and looks away. He hates Halloween.

“She was cute, man.”

Cas’s blush flares up and reaches his ears, his chest turning pink as he clears his throat, shrugging. “I’m not, ah, I don’t—”

“Don’t swing that way?” Dean asks casusally. “It’s cool. All God’s children.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Castiel nods, quickly and awkwardly taking a sip of the beer in his cup. He keeps his eyes down, pressing himself even further into the wall. Dean frowns. “Hey, you okay?”

Cas nods.

“So… what kinda things do you do at a party like this?” The angel is slowly nursing his drink, eyeing Cas curiously as the other man shrugs.

“Drink. Dance. Canoodle. Parties are cesspools of bacteria and bodily fluids.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“What crawled up your ass and died? C’mon Cas, this is supposed to be fun!”

“Well, it’s not!” Castiel snaps. “I don’t… I don’t enjoy the socializing and the drinking and the staring, alright?!” He’s frustrated, but regrets his outburst the minute Dean’s green eyes widen almost impossibly. “I just… I’m not interested, Dean. I’m going to go home. You can partake in coitus with whomever you choose. Just… catch a ride back from them. I know you hate flying.”

And Cas makes his exit.

***

“Hey, wait!”

Castiel doesn’t look back, fishing the keys of his Prius from the side of his boot. He’s opening the door when it’s suddenly slammed shut. “Cas, wait.”

Castiel sighs. “Dean, I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, I just—I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you hate parties.”

A frown. “I don’t hate them,” Cas says indignantly. “You’re making me sound like I hate having fun! I just—mmph!”

Dean, for all his expert flirtations, is much less knowledgeable about kissing. His mouth is hard and unforgiving against Castiel’s, the angel pressing and pressing until his human counterpart manages to push him away. “What are you doing?!”

Dean blushes furiously. “I just, um. I mean… I wanted… it’s Halloween!”

“And?!” Cas demands. “That’s no excuse to attack someone! That’s not okay, Dean!”

The angel is clearly confused. He shuffles on the ground, rubbing at the back of his neck as he frowns. “But… we’re at a party…” he says. “We got dressed up and we were drinking.”

“And then I was leaving.”

“But we didn’t do any of the other party stuff! We didn’t get to… to… you don’t want to kiss me?”

Castiel’s cheeks turn red. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“The point is that you didn’t even ask me! There was no mood, no warning—you didn’t let me finish speaking, you just… you just went for it!”

“But people do that all the time!”

“In porn maybe!”

When it finally clicks, Dean looks extremely sheepish. “Oh,” he murmurs, embarrassed. “Sorry. I, um, I guess I got carried away.” A breath. “It’s just that I was really lookin’ forward to this, but then you weren’t having fun and I really like your costume and I wanted to do all the normal human stuff with you, and I guess it all just… I guess it got away from me. Sorry.”

Castiel narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You… want to do all those things with me?”

“Yeah, I kissed you, didn’t I?”

“But… why? There are people who are way more fun inside. Younger people who like drinking and having meaningless sex and dancing like hooligans.”

“I don’t know, Cas,” Dean sighs. “I just like you, I guess. This whole ‘free will and feelings’ thing is kinda new to me.”

For a moment both men are silent, their breaths puffing out in visible clouds in the cool night air. Castiel is about a minute away from shivering his skin off when he finally gathers up the courage to speak. He sets his shoulders.

…And promptly leans forward, pressing a quick, soft kiss to Dean’s mouth. The angel frowns when he pulls away and surges forward more harshly, soon learning to follow Cas’s more delicate example. When Castiel pulls back for good, Dean whimpers. “Dean, I don’t like Halloween,” Cas says. “I don’t like dressing up in candy-coated versions of real monsters and pretending everything is okay …But I like that you wanted me to be here.” Castiel takes a deep breath. “Can we go home?”

Dean nods, leaning forward for another kiss. He wraps his arms around Cas tightly, carefully pressing him up against the car. In the distance, someone wolf whistles.

They don’t actually leave the party until a half hour later.