“I don’t think the son of a bitch is gonna show.” Dean muttered, fingers absentmindedly playing with his flashlight.

Castiel had to agree with his best friend. “I’m afraid you’re right. We should’ve seen something by now…”

They’d been sitting in the dark room for hours, on a dusty old couch, waiting for the ghost that supposedly haunted the place to make an appearance. Three teenagers had disappeared near the old mansion over the past months, and Dean thought it would be a case worth checking out.

“We’re gonna stick around for another hour, and then we’re out of here.” Dean decided.

Castiel would be lying if he said he minded; alone time with Dean was his favorite thing. They were sitting rather close, and they’d been chatting about everything and nothing over the past hours. Dean had even laughed at Castiel’s jokes, even though Castiel doubted that they were any good. Regardless, Dean’s laughter was contagious, and Castiel found himself laughing along more often than not.

They fell silent for the first time that night, and Dean suddenly smirked at Castiel, a mischievous spark in his green eyes.

“So, what should we do to pass another hour?” He began conversationally. “Wanna make out, Cas?”

Back when Castiel was still an angel, this would’ve gone over his head. However during his time as a human, he’d learned a couple of things; he knew that Dean was joking. Dean was teasing him, trying to get him flustered. And maybe Castiel’s cheeks heated up at the mere thought of kissing Dean, but two could play that game, and Castiel wasn’t about to lose this time.

“Actually, Dean… I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” He replied in a deadpan manner, looking Dean straight in the eye.

Castiel grinned smugly when it were Dean’s cheeks that flushed pink. Winning felt good.

What Castiel hadn’t been prepared for, was Dean’s comeback.

“Awesome.” Was the only word that came from Dean’s mouth before he leaned in, kissing Castiel right on the lips, causing Castiel’s heart to skip more than just one beat.

When Castiel felt how Dean’s strong hands cupped his face to steady him before he deepened the kiss without hesitation, he concluded that winning felt good, but that sometimes losing the game was even better.