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Dean closed his eyes. He always felt a bit ridiculous doing this, but it got results, and that was all that mattered.
“I pray to Castiel to get his feathery a-”
He felt a breath of air and stopped. When he opened his eyes there was Cas, blue eyes gazing intently, hair slightly ruffled.
“Hello Dean.”
Dean stumbled back a step. “Dammit, Cas! Do you have to do that?!”
The corner of Cas’s mouth quirked.
“Yes, Dean.”
Dean sighed. “Could you maybe aim a foot or two away next time? Opening my eyes to find you six inches away is…”
Dean’s voice trailed off as Cas stepped closer.
“No, Dean.”
Dean froze as Cas closed the distance between them. Their lips were nearly touching when Cas asked, “Did you need something, Dean?”
Dean winked. “Just this,” he said, pulling his angel even closer. “Just you.”