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They just shared their first kiss. Cas is- BLISSED out, staring at Dean, glazed and glassy eyed like an awestruck puppy; didn't even know it was possible to feel this good and it's kind of overwhelming. So much so that-
"Cas, baby your trembling."
Cas uses his grace to immediately still the vibrations. As if he was just now consciously aware of them.
"Sorry" he says quick.
"No it's okay Cas I just- wanted to make sure nothing was wrong."
Cas pauses, because he really needs to try and word this right. But words aren't even his first language let alone sufficient enough for how he's feeling.
"The only thing..wrong, is how there's nothing wrong at all....I didn't…know it could feel like this. Existence, I mean."
And Dean well, he can't help it after something like that, he leans in and kisses Cas again..and again. Hint of desperation but mostly without hurry. It’s new it's brand new, but like everything with Cas, it feels extremely familiar, despite the celestial otherworldliness of it.
They separate, lean on each other, foreheads touching, both of them almost drunk off whatever is growing bright, and white hot between them. Sliding down behind their sternums, the same glow now behind both their ribs.
And by the way, they're beat. The hunt, and the aches thereafter, had been momentarily forgotten, but now are slowly blooming into awareness; like a bruise that forms hours later.
“Ok angel let's go bed whadya think.. I’m wiped"
Cas’ eyes widen. He thinks he hears Dean right but everything sounds almost muffled, hazy, far away. He’s still in the soft, downy fabric of the kiss and the feel of Dean’s flannel underneath his fingers. He simply nods, would agree to anything at this point, now that the realm of impossible just became possible.
Dean stands and holds his hand out for Cas to grab onto, and he pulls Cas to standing.
(one time, long ago, Cas was the one reaching his hand down, pulling Dean up to a new life.)
Dean leads him to his bedroom. Methodically and rather mundanely the nighttime routine starts. Both of them start stripping out of the day and out of their clothes. Cas still with a doped up languidness to his movements- slowly undoing his tie, sliding the trenchcoat off his shoulders and placing it over the chair, his eyes leave Dean for maybe a total of 14 seconds during the whole thing.
Dean is amused. Dichotomy to Cas' thick, syrupy fog, Dean is alight with a kind of electric buzz, skin prickling and he feels ALIVE for the first time in a long time.
Cas now standing in just his white tshirt and slacks, looks to Dean for a cue to his next move.
Dean is in his tshirt and boxers, pulling the covers down and fluffing the pillows saying,
"Ok Cas, you take the bathroom first, go ahead and shower-
(Cas starts making his way to the bathroom),
-I gotta switch the clothes over, Sammy said he forgot, AGAIN, but anyway.. I sleep on this side if- well if that's okay..but here, there's plenty of room for you... toothpaste and extra toothbrush is in there so-
—what?"
He looks up and Cas is in the bathroom doorway, towel in hand from the pile nicely folded on the counter. He’s staring at Dean like he truly cannot believe this is happening…
Dean chuckles, asks again "What, man?"
Cas breaks out into a genuine smile, maybe the first one in his life, and says the most honest thing he can think of in that moment -
"I'm just... very glad to be here Dean. With you."
And Dean’s ears go pink and he grunts out a little noise, half laugh, half throat clear, gives the pillow under his hand one more pat and says much less gracefully but with just as much honesty,
"me too, Cas....I- me too.."
And they stand there, staring at each other neither one used to this feeling of wanting /and/ getting at the same time...
"Now go hop in the shower buddy you reek of vamps.”