Castiel nods. It's not like either of them need to drink these days, but Castiel has found that food and drink is more than just sustinence. It is about taste and comfort and routine and yes, those are things he could stand to have right now.

"Yes, please."

"He's running it like a law firm, or so he has told me. I don't really know what that means but I expect he knows what he's doing. He seems to be getting on with it relatively well."

Cas takes a drink of the beer and watches Dean where he stands. He knows eventually that Dean is either going to address the kiss, or it will never be brought up again - unless of course Castiel attempts it again, which is of course something he is still trying to figure out for himself.

"I thought we had discussed what you'd missed already," Castiel starts off seemingly obtuse, but then he looks up and meets Deans eyes and looks oh, just the slightest bit guilty. "Or were you referring to when I kissed you?" And he knows he is, but he's mostly buying time. He's not really sure what to say about it.

"Don't play dumb, Cas."

He knows you know what he means, and he looks thoroughly unimpressed at the innocent ploy, because Cas was fully aware of what he'd done. Dean wasn't mad at him for it, though - it's more that he's just perplexed why out of the blue, why anything, really.

"You normally warn someone before laying one on them."

Castiel shrugged. "I wasn't sure if you would let me if I announced it first." Which sounds really awful, but he's fairly certain if Dean were really unhappy about it he could have made his displeasure known without much trouble. He doesn't seem angry though. "How did you feel about it?"

Nevermind the logic in that is absolutely absurd. I didn't think you'd let me if I asked so I just did, whatever. Dean rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to say something caustic when he knows it won't help anything. "I don't know, Cas." He hasn't got any idea how he feels about it past ridiculous that he'd just stood there, that Cas had done it like it was the easiest thing in the world and Dean could only stand there and gape.

"You shoulda said something."

Castiel didn't know what kind of a response to expect from Dean, so he supposes this really isn't bad considering it could have been much worse. In anycase he knows Dean is right, but he's not entirely sure that any other method would have gone over much better.

"I didn't know what to say."

Castiel still isn't sure what to say or how to say it. For all Dean is hard talking about these kinds of things, Cas is even worse for lack of practical experience.

"I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to bring it up and even if I had I would have expected you not to want to talk about it." It is Dean after all. "You have always dealt better with actions than words, so I thought I could show you instead."

The worst of it is that Cas is right. Dean hasn't historically dealt well with talking about it and he can't refute Castiel's logic, even if it makes Dean a little uncomfortable. Hell, he doesn't even know how anything would work, because he's pretty damn sure that God and Death aren't meant to be bosom buddies. Then again, when have they ever followed the rules? They can make them now, moreso than they ever have before.

Dean licks dry lips, and nods, tilting his chin up to watch Castiel. "Okay. So we'll-- hell, we'll work it out, somehow. Right?"

Dean's response surprises Castiel. He had not been hopeful for a positive reception at all, and so when it comes, all the former angel can do for a moment is stare at him with a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"Do you mean that this is ... something you wish to pursue or ... or that we will find a way to make it not become a problem between us?"

The tilt to his chin is almost stubborn, back straight, like he's daring Cas to take it back, now. He's followed Cas to the end of the world, pretty much, and would do it all over again, because they always, always work better together, not alone. Besides, they've got all the time in this world and a million others, they can figure this out. It's sobering to realize, honestly, that there is a lot less stress with this- they make the rules. That's what it boils down to, they're ultimately the ones that do it, he doesn't answer to anyone, and if he's a little attracted to his angel-turned-god, then well, screw it, he's gonna be.

"Little late for take-backs, Cas," Dean says smoothly, and shrugs, doing his best for casual and failing utterly, because what if Cas really does want to take it back?

"I'm not taking it back, Dean." Cas wonders if there is something wrong with Dean's mind from staying so long in the box. Why on earth would Castiel kiss him and then take back the sentiment behind it. As if it meant nothing. "I just want to know, to be sure I understood you."

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"Okay. So there's no problems, then."

Except for the fact that, well, you know, Dean's pretty sure a century is long enough to confirm that he's a little out of practice in the whole dating thing, and he's not even sure how the hell they do this. It's not like the most stereotypical way of doing things is going to help - picking up girls from a bar isn't anything close to this...thing with Cas.

Dean inhales, holds it, and shrugs. "We'll wing it. 's what we do, right?"

"It's what we do," Cas agrees. He isn't anymore certain how to go about this than Dean is, but he has faith that if they want this then they will make it work. He takes another long drink of the beer Dean gave him, keeping his eyes on the other man, and then sets it aside and walks forward towards him. "We seem to have a lot of time to make up for."

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"Yeah," Dean agrees quietly. Hell, it's unsettling to realize that everything around him is years older, that he's going to outlive everything around him, even the people he cares about most. Sure, Cas and Sam will live a long, long time but that doesn't mean forever. It's sobering in a way he doesn't want to consider. Still, he shoves that back too, there's always time to think about it later - right now, he's focused on drinking the last of his bottle, and exhaling. "We've got the time."

He can't hear Dean's thoughts but he can sense his anxiety. "Talk to me, Dean." They haven't truly done that for a while. Dean used to confide in him all his fears and doubts, but then Castiel broke his trust. Cas hopes that he can earn some of it back. "I know you have fears and doubts. You can share them with me."