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Dean walks into the Library, shiny golden ring on his left hand, right arm wrapped around Castiel’s waist. Sam looks up from whatever he was reading, taking in the sight with a shit-eating grin on his face. Dean knows what’s happening before he even says it.
“Hey Dean,” Sam says, his gaze flickering over to Cas. “Shouldn’t he ask for my permission or something?”
The bruise he gets from Dean punching him on the shoulder is well worth it.
