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Dean blinked open his eyes, adjusting to the dim light in his room. The room was cold, Dean could see the white snowy scenery through a small sliver of his curtains. There were a few inches already laying on the ground and new snowflakes were making their way down from the sky.
Despite the frigid air in the room, his body was engulfed in a warm heat. Dean shifted his gaze from the window to the mess of dark brown hair directly under his chin. Dean could feel the slow puffs of air on his naked chest. One arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, holding him close to the body beside him.
Dean took slow, deep breaths, desperately trying not to wake the body beside him. Didn’t want it to move. He’d been wishing for a moment like this for years. And finally he was beside him, close to him, holding him, sharing a bed with him. Dean didn’t want to burst the perfect bubble he was in right now.
His body ached. But it was a pleasant ache. The one you got after a good and thorough fucking. And oh, was it good. Nothing his wildest dreams could ever have imagined.
Castiel shifted slightly and Dean held his breath. After a few seconds he settled again. Dean thanked all the gods he didn’t believe in that he could enjoy this moment for a little while longer. He gazed down at Castiel, a small smile appearing on his lip.
Castiel – or Cas – was his best friend. They had known each other for seven years. Dean met Cas in his first year of college. Charlie had dragged him to some freshman party and abandoned him after ten minutes for some hot girl on the dance floor. Dean had gotten his beer and made his way through the house, ended up in the basement with all the stoners and a football match playing on the flatscreen on the wall. Dean had seated himself beside Cas and they got to talking. The rest was history. They became friends and Dean crushed hard and fast on Cas. The other never seemed interested though, so Dean kept his feelings a secret.
Until last night.
Charlie hosted her annual Christmas party. Lots of booze and good food. Dean brought his signature apple pie. Dean’s place was only a few blocks from Charlie’s apartment so he invited Cas to crash there for the night, knowing they would have a bit to drink. They had stayed so long though that Dean was almost sober by the time they left. Cas and Dean huddled close on the way back, the snow just starting to fall, the temperature below zero already.
They stumbled up the stairs, made their way through the door and were shedding their layers. Cas was taking off his shoes and lost his balance. Dean caught him, bringing their faces inches apart. They shared puffs of warm air for a few moments. Dean could see Cas’ eyes flickering around his face, finally landing on his lips. He didn’t know who moved first but the next moment they were kissing. Cold hands grabbing each other, exploring each other's bodies.
Everything happened so fast. When they were finally naked, Cas bent Dean over the side table by the door. He got the lube and condom out of Dean’s wallet (always prepared, you never know what will happen) and opened Dean up quickly. They fucked rough and hard, but Cas took the time to still make feel Dean loved and comforted. Neither of them lasted long and after cleaning themselves up, they had traded soft kisses in bed until they fell asleep.
Dean startled out of his reminiscing when Cas let out a long yawn. He stretched himself like a cat before settling back against Dean. Dean held his breath for a second and then felt Cas stiffen slightly.
Tired, blue eyes looked up at him a moment later.
“Good morning,” Dean breathed in the little space between them. Cas gave him a small smile back, before pulling away and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, turning his back to Dean.
“Do you…” Dean faltered, watching the muscles on Cas back move. “Do you want some coffee?”
Cas actually turned back to Dean, a fond expression on his face. "Gladly. Thank you, Dean.”
Dean could feel the blush coming to his cheeks, so he turned to the other side of the bed and picked up some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor before making his way into the kitchen.
The mess of their escapades was still at the front door but Dean ignored it for now and started on the coffee. A few minutes later he had prepared two cups, black for him and milk and sugar for Cas. He picked them up and brought them to the living room, where he spotted Cas sitting on the couch wearing yesterday’s clothes.
They sat next to each other, a safe distance apart and sipped their coffees. Dean put on the TV for some background noise, a Scooby-Doo rerun was on.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Cas said, putting his empty mug on the table. “I should get going. Chores and all.” His smile felt forced but Dean tried not reading too much into it. Neither of them had mentioned their night together and Dean wouldn’t be the first one to do so. Apparently, Cas was avoiding the topic as well.
“Yeah, sure,” Dean replied.
He set his almost empty mug down as well accompanied Cas to the front door. “See you at game night at Charlie’s?” he asked when Cas stepped out of the door.
“Of course,” Cas replied with a warm smile. Then he gave Dean an awkward wave and made his way down the stairs. Dean stared after him until he heard the echo of the front door closing.
Dean closed his own door and leaned against it with a loud sigh. He should’ve just talked to Cas. Things already seemed awkward between them and letting himself contemplate the situation would only make things worse. They did talk about their thoughts and feelings but could both be avoidant as fuck when it came to certain topics. And this would be one of them.
Dean needed to talk to Cas at Charlie’s game night.
・❋・
They did, in fact, not talk at Charlie’s.
Cas had avoided Dean all night. Only spoke to him if necessary. Dean could feel Charlie’s eyes on him the whole night. She would definitely ask about their weird behavior.
・❋・
The next few weeks went by in the same way. They hadn’t really texted except for strange friendly niceties. They had barely spoken. They hadn’t even met up to hang out at all.
Now it was the week before Dean’s birthday. Cas couldn’t make it to Charlie’s game night, so after Benny, Garth and Dorothy had left, Charlie made Dean sit on the couch and put a nice glass of whiskey in his hand
“Now talk,” she demanded.
Dean swished the whiskey around in the glass for a moment before downing the whole thing. Without a word Charlie refilled it and looked at him expectantly. Dean gazed down at his whiskey and cleared his throat.
“After your christmas party Cas and I…,” he faltered and dared to look up at Charlie, whose eyes were widened it suprise.
“You and Cas?” she asked.
“Yeah. He slept over at my place. We were both slightly intoxicated but he must’ve remembered everything clearly, I did.. He, uh…,” Dean could feel his cheeks heating up, “we fucked and then kissed until we fell asleep. Next morning I wake up basking in us finally being together but he’s acting all weird. Neither of us mentioned what happened that night and we have barely spoken since.”
“Does he know you have feelings for him?”
“What?” Dean felt he’d been doused in a bucket of ice water.
“Oh, cmon. It’s pretty obvious you both are down bad for each other,” Charlie smirked.
“What? Really? Cas too?”
“Well, yeah. You’re my best friend, Dean. I could see it the moment you met the guy. Heart eyes from the start. Cas is a little more reserved but it’s been obvious for a while. You should really try to talk to him.”
“It’s not that easy,” Dean complained.
Charlie raised her brows.
“It’s not! He’s been avoiding me. We have barely even messaged.”
“Well, have you tried to initiate a convo?”
“Kinda hard when Cas tries to find excuses not to be in the same room as me,” Dean scoffed.
“Be upfront then. Say you wanna talk or meet up. Don’t wait for him to come to you. Take things into your own hands!”
Dean narrowed his eyes at Charlie. It was all easier said than done.
“Give me your phone,” Charlie insisted.
Reluctantly Dean did. Charlie punched in his code and her fingers flew over the keys. A ‘whoosh’ sound let Dean know she had sent a message.
“What did you do?” Dean asked with suspicion.
“Helped you out. Don’t say I never did anything for you.” She handed the phone back to Dean.
[Dean: 09:43 PM] Do you have time to meet this weekend?
“Charlie,” Dean sighed.
“It will work. Trust me. He can’t just ghost you.”
Dean put the phone into his pocket and finished the rest of his whiskey. Then said his goodbye’s to Charlie and made his way home.
He was just settling into bed when there was a sound of a new message. Dean grabbed his phone off the nightstand.
[Cas: 10:52 PM] Sure. Saturday at 6 @ the roadhouse okay?
[Dean: 10:53 PM] Great! See u then
Feeling a little lighter, Dean settled back into bed. He hoped Charlie was right. He couldn't imagine losing Cas. If Charlie was wrong and Cas didn’t have any feelings for him, Dean at least hoped they could be friends again. It would be hard at first but it was better than never speaking to Cas again. Dean just had to deal with his feelings in silence.
With a deep breath Dean pulled his blanket up and went to sleep.
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
・❋・
Dean was anxiously sipping his beer waiting for 6 PM to roll around. He had picked out a booth in the far corner, away from Jo’s nosy ears. He drummed his fingers on the table, watching the door as he waited for Cas to appear.
Five agonizing minutes later Cas strolled through the door. His dark hair was messy and windswept but he looked as beautiful as ever. As if Dean was a beacon, Cas eyes immediately found him and he came over, sliding into the seat across from Dean.
“Hello Dean,” Cas said, taking off his jacket.
“Hi. You want a beer?” Dean asked. Cas nodded in the affirmative and Dean flagged Jo down and ordered Cas a beer and refill for himself. Now that Cas was here, Dean’s nerves had settled a little.
They made small talk until Jo brought over their drinks.
“So,” Cas started, “did you just wanna hang out or did you wanna talk?”
Right to the point then.
“Actually I wanted to talk about the Christmas party. Or rather what happened after. I know it made things awkward between us. And I don’t or rather can’t continue like this. I need my best friend back, Cas. Like things were before that night.”
Dean looked up at Cas, a crestfallen look flickering over his face but changing into a neutral expression a second later.
“Like before, right,” Cas replied, his tone stoic. “I want us to be friends again as well.” A smile spread across his face but it looked forced.
Dean felt like he had messed up somehow. Wasn’t being friends what Cas wanted? It didn’t seem like he had the same feelings towards their night that Dean had, despite what Charlie had said the other day.
Trying to lighten the mood again he said, “Okay, that’s good. Then let's order some food and play some pool!”
And so they did. Dean ordered them both some burgers, extra pickles for Cas and extra cheese for Dean – his treat. The least he could do for Cas. After they had finished they played a few rounds of pool, Dean winning most of them.
It was nearing 10 PM when Cas decided to get home.
“See you on Friday for the party?” Dean asked.
“Of course, Dean. I wouldn’t miss your birthday,” Cas’ smile was warm and fond. Dean couldn’t help himself but give him a tight hug as their goodbye, having missed being close to Cas.
Dean settled back into his seat and watched Cas leave. Someone plopping down on the other side of his booth startled Dean back into the moment.
“God, you’re so smitten,” Jo teased him with the biggest grin.
“Yeah, well. We’re nothing more than friends though. At least we’re talking again.”
“Charlie told me about that. Also that she told you to be upfront with Cas. The guy is as smitten as you, Dean.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at her.
“Can you two stop gossiping about me? And he’s not.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, standing up. Before she left, Jo turned around. “You should just fuck him again. Maybe he will get it then.”
Dean spluttered on the beer he was sipping. Jo let out a laugh and turned to get back to the bar.
She was right. Maybe he should fuck Cas again to get his point across.
・❋・
His birthday fell on a Saturday. Charlie had come over to his apartment to prepare for the party, mostly decorating the kitchen and living room. They placed bowls with snacks in both rooms and Dean stocked up the fridge with beer and soda.
Slowly people trickled in. Cas was not among the first ones to arrive but Dean tried not to overthink it.
Dean was one beer down when Cas finally arrived. Him and Charlie were in a fierce game of Mario Kart so he only threw a wide smile at Cas, getting one in return before Cas turned to the kitchen for presumably a drink. Dean brought his attention back to the screen and had to admit defeat to Charlie, who was already zooming through the finish line.
After the first game, Dean played another round with Ash and then Jo. At some point Cas had joined Charlie in the living room, cheering them all on. Their eyes caught a few times, making Dean’s stomach swoop every time.
Following his second lost round, Dean went into the kitchen to get a new beer. There he got roped into a conversation with a girl Ash had brought, Julia, who was very touchy but didn’t seem to be interested in more.
From the corner of his eye, Dean saw Cas entering the kitchen as well. He turned to him, throwing Cas a wide grin, motioning him over.
“Hello,” Cas greeted Julia, formal as always.
“Cas, this is Julia. Julia, this is Cas,” Dean introduced them.
“Oh, the best friend?” she asked. Dean’s gaze swung back to her. How much had he talked about Cas?
Cas only chuckled. “I guess, yes,” he smiled. “Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to have a moment with Dean. I’d like to give him my present.”
“Yes, of course. See you later,” Julia excused herself and left the kitchen.
“Can we go somewhere private?” Cas asked.
“Sure.”
Dean led him to his bedroom, closing the door behind them and turning on his bedside lamp for some light.
“Why’d you need privacy for your present?” he asked.
“I don’t. There’s something else I need to talk to you about?”
“What is it?” Dean asked, leaning against his dresser, watching Cas who was still standing by the door.
Slowly, Cas walked over to him, closing the space between them until there were only a few inches separating them. Dean could feel Cas’ breath on his lips.
“I lied the other day,” Cas said. Dean looked at him, curious. “I can’t be friends with you.”
Dean felt like the floor was ripped from underneath his legs.
“What?” he whispered, too shocked for more. Cas could probably see his turmoil, because he reached out a hand to Dean’s shoulder.
“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” he soothed, rubbing his hand over Dean’s arm. “That night, it meant more to me than I wanted to admit. I can’t go back to being just friends with you, Dean.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
Dean let out a choked chuckle. “That’s, huh, that’s great.”
“Great?”
Now Cas was confused.
“Yeah. I feel the same. I thought being friends is what you wanted so I didn’t wanna suggest more. I’ve had feelings for you since forever.”
A wide, gummy smile spread across Cas’ face, making the whole room light up.
Without another word, Cas slowly leant in. The hand on his shoulder moving up to cup Dean’s jaw, his other hand landing on Dean’s hip.
Dean closed his eyes, and a moment later, soft, warm lips touched his. They moved in sync immediately. Cas pressing closer, pushing Dean against the dresser. Dean let out a moan and kissed Cas with the same energy.
They made out like this for a few minutes, Dean’s dick already halfway to hard and from the feel of it, Cas was in the same situation. Dean had just pulled Cas closer, wanting to get them both out of their clothes when a loud knock startled them apart.
“Dean,” Charlie’s voice came through the door, “do you still have ice or do I have to run over and get new one?”
Dean let out a breathy laugh and leaned his forehead against Cas’.
“If there’s nothing in the freezer, you have to get new ice.”
“Okay.” A moment of silence, then, “Are you coming back out soon? And Cas, too?”
Dean’s eyes widened and his gaze flickered between the door and Cas. Cas’ eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Yeah, we’ll be out soon. Cas is just giving me his present,” Dean called back. He heard the sound of fading footsteps and let out a relieved breath.
“Stop laughing,” he chided. “Now I actually need you to give me my present.”
“Of course, Dean,” Cas said and peeled himself away from Dean, taking all his warmth with him. He walked over to a bag beside the door and pulled out a square present, wrapped in blue paper. He held it out for Dean to take.
Dean walked the few steps up to Cas and took the present from him. He unwrapped it slowly, his jaw dropping when he saw what’s inside.
“Cas,” Dean gasped, “this is too much! This must’ve cost you thousands.”
“I actually got a really good deal on Ebay,” Cas said sheepishly.
“Well, this is amazing!” Dean flipped the signed Led Zeppelin album over, admiring all the signatures.
“Thank you so much.”
Dean could see a blush coming up on Cas’ cheeks, so he leaned in for a kiss and really showed Cas his gratitude for the gift.
Shortly after, they parted and made their way back out to the party, enjoying a few more hours with their friends.
Charlie was the last to leave. Dean and Cas both said goodbye to her at the door and Charlie threw him a wink before she turned to leave.
“Are you gonna stay the night?” Dean asked.
“If that’s alright,” Cas replied.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have asked,” Dean laughed.
He pushed himself off the wall and took Cas’ hand to pull him towards the bedroom. Dean gave the mess of the kitchen and living room a quick glance, but decided it was tomorrow's problem. Tonight he would focus on Cas.
They stumbled into the room, the bedside lamps giving it a warm, orange glow.
After Dean closed the door behind him, he turned towards Cas and pulled him into a soft kiss. Cas let out a soft moan against Dean’s lips and pulled him closer by the hips. Dean felt Cas’ growing erection against his hip. Cas was probably feeling something similar.
Dean gently steered Cas towards the bed, not breaking the kiss. When he met resistance, he gently lowered Cas to the bed. Cas looked up at him, his pupils blown and lips kissed red. Dean watched as Cas slid up the bed, never breaking eye contact with Dean. Dean followed Cas, crawling towards him and straddling his lap once they reached the top of the bed.
They resumed the kiss, Dean grinding his ass on Cas’ erection, still two barriers of clothing between them, but Dean was able to pull some toe curling sounds out of Cas.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, “let me take care of you, please.”
“Ok, ok.” Dean whispered back, giving Cas one last kiss before he pulled away and took off his shirt, tossing it to the side.
Cas pulled Dean back down for another kiss and grabbed Dean’s hips before changing their positions in one smooth motion, so that he was on top of Dean now.
There was so much love and adoration in Cas’ eyes, Dean’s heart stopped for a beat.
Cas leaned in close, pressing a kiss to Dean’s lips. Before Dean could even get into it, Cas pressed soft kisses all over Dean’s face.
“Cas,” Dean whined, embarrassed by all the attention.
“Shh,” Cas whispered back, now at Dean’s ear and pressing a soft kiss there. “It’s your birthday, you deserve all the worship I can give you.”
Dean could feel the blush spreading all over his body.
Cas continued kissing his way down Dean’s body. Over his throat, sucking at his pulse point for a few minutes. Then down his chest. He took one of Dean’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it, the other one getting the same treatment but with Cas’ fingers. Dean’s back arched and he let out a loud, long moan.
Cas popped off his right nipple. “You like that,” he smirked.
“Shut up,” Dean said, pressing Cas’ mouth down again.
Cas let out a chuckle and continued his mission for a few more minutes before starting his way down again. Soft kisses continued down to the top of his jeans. Gently fingers opened the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Cas slid down the bed and dragged Dean’s jeans with him. Not wasting time he did the same thing with Dean’s boxers, letting Dean’s hard dick spring free. There was already a drop of precome at the top.
Dean looked up at Cas’s hungry gaze. His eyes swept over Dean’s bare body. Licking his lips, Cas looked back up at Dean and their eyes locked for several long moments.
Breaking their staring contest, Cas quickly got rid of his clothes and Dean barely had time to admire Cas’ body, all tanned and muscled because the next second Cas was on top of him again, heated skin meeting heated skin. They both let out twin groans when their erections met between them.
Cas gradled Dean’s face between his hands and leaned down, meeting Dean in a heated kiss, tongues playing with each other, teeth grazing each other.
What felt like hours later, Dean leaned his head back, escaping Cas’ tempting lips.
“Cas, please,” he whined, “I need you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the–”
“Bedside drawer!” Dean interrupted Cas’ breathless stutter.
Cas leaned over Dean and for a moment Dean got his revenge on Cas’ nipple before he pulled back.
“How do you want to do it?” Cas asked, all sincere.
“Like this, I wanna see you,” Dean replied.
Cas nodded and grabbed one of the pillows to put it under Dean’s hips.
Dean heard the click of the bottle of lube and a moment later a cold finger was pressing against his rim. Cas circled it for a bit, placing his other hand beside Dean’s head so he could kiss him again.
Successfully distracted Dean barely felt when Cas slipped his finger inside. He pumped it for a few minutes while their mouths and tongues danced together.
Dean leaned his head back and breathed out a “more” before resuming their kiss. Cas didn’t waste any time and slipped his second finger inside. He moved them both in and out, switching to scissoring them and repeating the process. Their kiss got more uncoordinated, Dean too blissed out by having Cas’ fingers in him. He hadn’t even hit anything go–
“Oh my god,” Dean moaned. Cas had finally found his prostate and wasn’t going easy on him. “Hurry up! I need you.”
Cas didn’t even give him a snippy retort. He leaned back, adding more lube to his fingers and then three of those long fingers were inside of Dean. Dean would’ve been embarrassed about the sounds he let out but he was feeling too good for that.
Suddenly wet heat engulfed his dick, Cas wrapped his lips around his head, sucking gently. He bobbed his head a few times and started perfectly timing his fingers with it. Dean felt heat spreading in his stomach, his muscles constricting. The stimulation was getting too much and after a few minutes Dean grabbed a handful of Cas’ hair and pushed him away. Cas looked up at him, his blue eyes wide and his pupils blown out. He looked as debauched as Dean felt. Hair sticking up wildly, cheeks pink, lips swollen. Dean needed him inside as soon as possible. As if he could read Dean’s mind, Cas removed his fingers from Dean’s ass (Dean did not whine, not at all).
Grabbing the condom, Cas put it on his cock, then grabbed the lube and used a generous amount of it. He placed the bottle back on the bed and shuffled between Dean’s legs, cock in his hand.
Their eyes locked and without breaking contact, Cas guided his hard length into Dean’s hole. They let out deep twin moans again. The stretch was different than Dean remembered but he relished the slight pain, the feeling of being filled was overwhelming but so good. Keeping eye contact, Cas moved until his hipbones met Dean’s ass.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Dean’s heart melted. “Yes, more than good. Please move.”
And move did he. Cas took one of Dean’s legs over his arm, placed his hand on the other one beside Dean’s head, leaning over Dean. He rested his forehead on Dean’s and they breathed each other's puff of air for a moment. They’re pressed so close together, Cas’ overheated body blanketing him. The stretch on his hole and his leg the good kind of pain.
“Cas, please,” Dean whispered, “I need you.”
Cas hips stuttered at the words. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them again they were glassy and lust filled. He started a slow rhythm, more grinding than actual thrusts but Dean came undone all the same. The constant pressure against his prostate is maddening. Dean let out moans, pants, whimpers. He already felt the telltale tingle in his stomach.
“Cas,” Dean begged.
The word is enough for Cas to switch to a slow and steady rhythm. Dean’s dick trapped between their barely separated bodies. Dean threw his head bag in a loud moan, stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling detached from his body with all the emotions and stimulations knocking into him.
When he looked down again, Cas’ face was close. Looking down at Dean, watching and observing him like a bug under a microscope. A small smile flittered on his face and he leaned down to kiss Dean again, keeping his rhythm up.
Dean felt his orgasm building up. Like a tidal wave. Rolling in, building up.
“I’m close,” Dean said, voice wrecked.
Cas gave him one last kiss and then pulled back. He grabbed Dean’s leg again, having put it down to reduce the strain while being so close together. Having a good grip, he started thrusting more roughly.
After a few well aimed thrusts Dean felt himself clench around Cas, a loud cry escaped him and he came untouched for the first time in his life. Through the daze of his climax he heard Cas let out a deep groan before locking up and coming as well.
His leg was put down gently and Cas eased himself down slowly, not caring about the cum on Dean’s stomach, now painting both their bodies. He rested head beside Dean and they both caught their breaths for a few minutes.
Dean felt Cas’ softening inside him. Cas groaned and pushed himself up, disposing of the condom by tying it up and letting it fall beside the bed.
“Dude,” Dean sighed.
Cas lifted a brow and glanced at Dean while climbing back beside him.
“You just had my cock in your ass, don’t call me dude,” he chastised.
Dean felt his cheeks heat up and turned his head on the pillow to look at Cas, now settled beside him, laying on his side.
“I did,” he said, “that was probably the best sex I ever had.”
“You don’t need to butter me up, I’m already in love with you,” Cas said shyly.
Dean’s heart skipped a beat.
“In love?” he repeated.
Cas’ eyes widened for a second before a fond look took its place. He gently placed his hand on Dean’s hip, his fingers tracing patterns on Dean’s skin.
“Of course. I thought that was obvious. Probably since the first time I met you.”
“Oh,” Dean replied.
“It’s fine if you don’t feel the–” Cas started but Dean placed a finger on his lip before he could finish the sentence.
“Cas,” he said, “I’ve been in love with you since the first time my eyes fell on you. Apparently we’re just two dumbasses.”
“It seems to be.”
Dean leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and full of love, neither of them up for another round, just wanting to feel the touch of the other.
When they were both out of breath, they separated but kept their foreheads touching.
“I love you, you idiot,” Dean said.
Cas gave him a warm smile before placing another soft kiss on Dean’s lips, pulling him closer.
As much as Dean had stressed about his birthday, it had turned out to be the best he ever had. Finally, he had Cas at his side.
・❋・
When Dean woke up the next morning, there was a warm body blanketing his body. He looked down at the messy sex hair that greeted him and smiled. This time it would not be awkward. Cas would not leave. He hoped for many more mornings in bed together, sharing their morning coffee. Building a life together.
Dean pulled Cas closer, his grumbling vibrating through Dean and placed a kiss on Cas’ head. Cas tightened his grip on him and mumbled something indecipherable.
“I love you,” Dean whispered, still feeling giddy saying those words.