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“Incoming!” Sam says with a smirk, eyes drawn away from his breakfast in front of the computer by the sound of feet pitter-pattering down the hall.
It’s the only warning Dean gets, but it’s just enough time for him to tighten his on his coffee mug and brace himself. Next thing he knows, he has an armful of grumpy, bedhead Castiel sliding across the room in his fuzzy socks to hug him. The coffee sloshes in the mug upon impact but doesn't spill.
“Hey babe,” Dean says softly, ignoring the dumb grin on his face and instead focusing on nuzzling the soft strands of his husband's hair.
Sam is watching them cuddle together at the kitchen counter from his position at the table, a delighted look on his face. It’s remarkably similar to the look he had when he first found out they were together as if he hasn't seen this every morning for the past couple of years. Dean looks up from his grumpy angel, using his free hand to flip his brother the bird.
Sam just chuckles.