Deans POV

I woke up to popcorn covering the living room floor and Cas to the right of me wrapped up in a large blanket. God he's so cute, I thought to myself as I smiled.

Wait...

What?

I mean yeah Cas is my friend but I do NOT like him like that

god dammit...

I threw my head back and groaned as these thoughts swirled in my mind.

I looked over at him again, turning away quickly as I imagined waking up next to him every day for the rest of my life.

What was making me think like this? I hadn't been drinking...

I then called Matthew.

''Dean-o!''

''Hey Matt''

''What can i do ya for?''

''Huh?...''

''Forget it, eh what can I do for you?''

''I got nothing to do, wanna go to the bar or something?''

there was a pause...

''Yeah, sure, when?''

''We could go now if you want.''

''Yeah sure, I'll meet you at Greenbays Pub, ten minutes.''

''Aight, See yah.''

I shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbing my keys. Sober me is going to regret this later...

'Dear Cas,

I've gone drinking with Matt I'll presumably be drunk within a few hours so it'd be much appreciated if you could pick me up later

That idiot who lives with you, Dean

I then drove down to the Pub.

It was noisy and crowded, but hey that wouldn't matter when I was drunk off my ass in a few hours.

''Hey dude.''

''Sup Dean?''

''Not much.'' I said as we walked to the back of the bar to shoot some pool.

3 hours and 5 beers later

''Dudee, I've got the best ideaa!'' Matt said as he racked up the Que balls.

''Yeah? whats that?''

''We should get our haIR DYED!''

''woAH, Yesss, what colOR?''

''bLUE BLUE!'' He said enthusiastically. ''or maybe green,...Purple, ORANGE!''

''Dude, dude, dude...PINK!'' I suggested.

''Pshh GGgaAYY''

''I am BI SEX U ALLLL so imma DoO THIS!'' I slurred getting up and walking out the door, Matt following.

Since it was a small town the hair salon was just a half-mile down the street, so we walked to the salon ready to get our hair dyed.

The lady began to dye our hair.

''Thiss shitts permanant rightt?'' I asked her as she draped the black cape like thing (that made me feel like batman) around me.

''Oh Yes, very permanent.'' She assured us.

Sitting down once again She began to put the dye on our hair.
I smiled as she removed the white towel over my head revealing my pink hair.
"Hair gel?" I asked
She nodded before spiking up my hair making it look hella cool
The events that took place afterwords I was to drunk to remember...

Cas's POV
Upon reading deans note I sighed in frustration before walking down to the bar.
"CASSYY" Matthew, now with striking neon green hair, said upon embracing me in a hug.
"Hey Matthew, assuming it's a safe bet to say Dean is near by?"
"Ah, Dean-o AHAHAHA....Yeah over there dude"
I nodded as I saw him shooting darts, but had to do a double take when I saw his bright pink hair.
"What the hell Dean..." I sighed as I walked over to where he was.
"Yo CAs, mah man, my Homi my Broo, my Sexy motherfu-"
"Okay, that's enough, come on Dean we gotta get home.
"Buzzkillllll" He groaned.
"Aw, I'm hurt Dean." I scoffed shoving him into the back seat of the impala.
"Don't worry I still love you cAssy."
He said touching my face.
I groaned
Do not say it if you do not mean it , jackass
I then drove back to our apartment leading him inside to his room before slouching on the couch.
It was a few hours before I heard from him again.
"Hey Castiel..." He called out.
Grabbing water and some Advil I went back into his room, setting them down on his table drawer before beginning to walk out of the room again.
"Wait!" He called out after me.
"What?"
"How bad was I?..." He asked hesitantly and quietly.
"Pretty bad." I said quietly not looking at him, turned the other way.
He sighed. "Did I say something? Did I hurt you?..."
I laughed. "Nothing important, Dean"
"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned.
I said nothing
"What did I say Cas?"
I clenched my fists. "It means nothing important, Dean"
He was quiet now.
"If I said something hurtful I'm sorry, you know I am"
I walked out of the room.
Why was I mad at him? I was the idiot who was in over his head.
My phone then started to buzz, clearing my thoughts.
"Hi, this is Charlie from the Hair salon, We found a wallet here with this number in it"
"Does it say Dean Winchester?" I asked sighing.
"Yes, is this him?"
"This is his roommate, I'll be down to pick it up"
"Thank you sir, good day."
I then drove down to the salon.
"Thanks." I said as she handed me the wallet.
"The dye..."I said "that's not actually permanent, right?"
"It'll come out with a little bit of water." she said winking. "I get customers like that all the time, I wouldn't feel right otherwise" she said shaking her head.
I nodded "Thanks again."
I then went back to the apartment to find Dean in the bathroom scrubbing the pink out of his hair.
I sighed as I threw his wallet on the counter before going back into my room.
I decided I should call Matt just to make sure he made it home okay.
"Hey Cassy."
"Hey, did you get home alright?"
"Yeah dude, it's chill, how about gay boy?"
"Excuse me?"
"Dean, did he make it home?"
"Yeah, yeah, but why'd you call him gay boy?"
"He made a big deal about it, said he was like bisexual or something like being half gay I dunno man."
I then hung up the phone quickly.
What the hell
What. The. Hell.
I then put my hands over my face and sighed.
"Knock knock" Dean said on the other side of the door.
I opened the door. "Yes?"
He just looked at me.
His emerald green eyes stared into mine, I then looked at him closer.
His light brown hair messed up, sticking up, some hair falling over his eyes. He was propped up against the doorframe, his white long sleeved shirt loose and half unbuttoned, his Dark blue jeans tight against his skin.
Something about this man when he was drunk turned me on so bad, hell even when he wasn't drunk he still..
My thoughts were interrupted by his voice speaking to me.
"Cas..."
I quickly looked up at him.
"Dude, whatever I did..." He began.
"Please just, tell me what I did, so I could fix it..."
But you see that would require me saying I got pissy because you said you loved me when you didn't mean it, leading to a series of questions I'd rather not answer right now
My thoughts were interrupted by his hands jerking my chin up to him. His green eyes staring so intently back at me every instinct in my body was telling me to go for it...
So I did