Hello, I'm really sorry that I haven't written in such a long time, but yeah, sorry! This chapter is also complete shit but at least I wrote something, so yes. Please review so I know if I should bother writing another chapter or not, it would mean a lot if you did! But it's fine if you don't want to as well, have a good day :)

One beer, two, three. So cold that they leave his hands damp and watermarks on the table underneath. He has given up grading the papers, well, that's not completely true, he scans through them and writes a grade that he thinks will be appropriate. He can't find it in him to care, not tonight at least.

The student, Castiel, sits opposite him and drinks as well. Dean was at first surprised that the waiter would serve an eighteen year old a beer, but he shouldn't have been. Nothing about that kid is normal, at least nothing that Dean has yet discovered.

There are so many barriers and wrongs that he has crossed in the small hours of darkness, drinking with a student is just one of them. Thank god he has lived in New York, so he can at least hold down his liquor. So he can act like he isn't drunk, and is that not the same thing as being sober? He can't tell anymore, that should be the first warning sign one might think. But it's hard to be on guard when the kid in front of you is drunker than you are, that's at least what Dean thinks. Castiel is not really the one you should compare yourself with when wanting to know if you've been drinking too much, anyway.

"..so he was just standing there, holding the stick in his hands and I'm driving, right? And so I scream for him to get out of the way and he doesn't, so I hit him, with the car! And yes, he hasn't called me after that, but I did tell him to move." Cas slurs so much that Dean almost can't hear what he's saying, but he laughs anyway. The noise ringing loud in the now almost empty diner. Before Cas opens his mouth again, Dean picks up his wallet and put some cash on the table, paying for both of them.

"This was fun," he says, "but I need to go. It's school tomorrow and I need to look somewhat presentable." he jokes.

"Yeah, yeah." Cas says, following Dean outside and nodding a short goodbye to the waiter who has started to put away their empty bottles.

It's cool outside and almost too dark to see anything. There's only a few streaks of light hitting the ground, making it easier to walk without tripping over your own feet, without it Dean would unquestionably have tasted the pavement this evening.

"You're not driving, are you?" he hears behind him just as he reaches his car. He swirls around, not prepared for Cas to have followed him outside, or all the way to his car.

"No, just dropping off a few papers so the bag won't be so heavy." he answers, impressed with himself that he manages to get out a sentence that sounds okay. That all of the words seem to have been pronounced correct and in the right order, before leaving his mouth and drifting off into the air.

There's a moment of silence and then he can hear a faint good being spoken somewhere in front of him, but the light doesn't reach all the way across the parking lot and he can't see clearly. Just the diner a few meters away and one truck standing with its light on, otherwise it's empty in the parking lot. Not a soul in reach, other than he and Cas of course. But he doesn't have time to ponder if that was what he really had heard before there's a pair of lips being pressed just on the edge of his own, and then directly on his. Finding their way in the darkness with only one miss.

Before knowing what's really happening, Dean is being pushed back against his car, hitting it with a low thud. He is so surprised that he doesn't move, not even when fingers starts traveling up his body. Cas seems to decide that he shouldn't press it when he gets no real reaction, instead he moves his lips from Deans and draws a line from the edge of his mouth down along his jaw. Stopping just beneath it and Dean obeys without thinking, leaning his head back and giving the boy full access to his throat. He can feel Cas' tongue licking and sucking, moving down across his throat and stopping this time just above his collarbone. Yeah, that is going to leave a mark.

This is wrong, flies through Deans head seconds before he grabs Cas' shoulder and with a little pressure pushes him around so that he no longer is turned to the car, Cas is. With a smirk, he presses his mouth against Cas' lips, feeling the satisfaction fill his body when the boy kisses him back. He claims the boy's mouth, pushing his body against Cas' with such force that he wouldn't have been surprised if the boy had staggered, if it hadn't been for the car. A soft moon is suddenly filling the air and Dean smiles against the boy's mouth, enjoying the reaction he gets. Cas tastes like alcohol and Dean doesn't care, he is too intoxicated and he figures that he tastes just the same.

After a while, Dean pulls away, breathing heavily. When he opens his eyes, he finds that their lips are inches from touching, and he can hear that the other boy is out of breath as well. Cas' eyes are still closed and his hands are grabbing Deans shirt, trying to pull him closer. Dean falls against him, his body pressing against Cas', and that's when he feels how hard Cas is. Well, he probably had felt him earlier, he just hadn't really processed it. It sobers him up a bit, enough for him to push himself away from the boy and mutter something that sounds like this was wrong and don't be late for school tomorrow before he quickly turns around and walks away. Leaving the turned on boy with his back against the car, and with messy hair all alone in the parking lot.