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Dean and Sam carry castiel into their motel room. It is the first time that he has been injured enough to need to be sewn up, but not too badly injured
that he would die. They fix him up and put him in one of the beds to sleep. When he wakes up, dean is sitting in the chair next to him. He had been
waiting up all night; he looks worried and has bags under his eyes. He is bent forward and leaning on his hands, so he doesn't notice when Cas opens
his eyes. "Hello dean" dean responds, "Cas I was really worried about you, man", having the weight off his shoulders, dean leans forward and meets
Cas's lips with his own. It was unexpected for both of them, it lasted just a second, and both their eyes were wide open. Dean pulls away "oh god, I
don't know why I did that, sorry Cas" Cas looks at him, staring at his lips, " Dean, I must convey that I found that sensation to be surprisingly
pleasurable" before meeting dean's golden whiskey and emerald eyes, with his own Bombay blue eyes, and he saw dean noticeably relax but then clench
his jaw when murmurs "yeah, so did I"