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Castiel sighed as he got to the bunkers door, relief coursing through his body.
He made it, he’s finally home.
When the angels fell, he immediately called Dean, who told him to get to the bunker as fast as he could.
He knocked on the door and almost lost his footing as it opened.
“Cas, holy shit.” Dean said as he hugged Castiel to him. The ex-angel stiffened as Dean pulled away.
“Cas, what’s wrong?”
“Dean…Is this how you look?”
Dean looked at Castiel strangely, while Castiel stared at him in wonder.
“Cas, you know me for years. You know how I look.”
“No, Dean.” Castiel, shaking his head, “I only saw your soul. This is the first time I’m seeing your physical face.”
He then reached over and cupped Dean’s face.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, making Dean blush. He then grabbed Castiel’s hand and gave a squeeze.
“Let’s go inside, Cas.” Dean said softly as he led Castiel inside, who felt hope for the future.