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Once they had finished the pasta puttanesca Castiel had cooked they quickly found each other’s arms again. They had slow danced to the soft music playing on the radio while the pasta cooked and kissed gently every time they passed each other as Dean set the table. Now, with the dishes neatly put away in the dishwasher and the big pot filled with water, a problem for another time, Dean felt Castiel’s arm circling his waist from behind, his nose burrowing into the soon too long hairs at Dean’s neck. Dean slid his hands along his husband’s arms, lacing their fingers together and leant into the embrace. This was truly heaven.
They had tried watching the latest episode of the new series they were following, but they were both too distracted by the other. They had lasted all of ten minutes before Dean reached over to turn off the TV, leaning over to steal a kiss on the way. One kiss turned to many, and the sofa was exchanged for the bed, declarations of love kissed into Castiel’s clavicle, Dean’s shoulders, Castiel’s eyelids, Dean’s jaw, their breathing heavy but in tandem, their hands finding each other over and over.
Castiel laid on Dean’s shoulder tired and happy, their legs intertwined, one hand exploring Dean’s face as if for the first time. He let his fingers walk across Dean’s cheeks, stopping to draw patterns in the constellations of his freckles, before continuing down his jaw, running a soft thumb over his lips. He looked up and found Dean watching him, Dean’s hand softly stroking along Castiel’s back.
“You’re beautiful, Dean,” Castiel whispered, letting his fingers run over Dean’s forehead, lightly brushing away stray hairs. “I’m so, so lucky.”
Dean smiled back at him, sleep threatening to take over. He hugged Castiel harder before repositioning them in a more comfortable sleeping position.
“I’m the lucky one,” Dean mumbled into Castiel’s hair, “You’re magic, Cas.”