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“Back against me. I’ll show you the next move.” Cas settled his back against Dean’s chest, head almost resting against his shoulder. Dean brought Cas’s arm up, lacing his hand around Dean’s neck. Dean brought his hand up to rest on Cas’s, and then slowly grazed it down the open expanse of Cas’s side. He’d done this move with Anna a thousand times. The response from Cas however was quite different. Almost immediately, Cas squeaked, bringing his arm down protectively to his side.
“What was that?” Dean smirked.
“Nothing.” Cas eeped, voice an octave higher than usual. Dean leveled him with a look that said “don’t lie to me.”
“Again.” Dean said, firmly. He returned Cas’s arm to the same position as before. He paused for what was only a moment’s time, but felt like an eternity to Cas. As soon as Dean’s hand began trailing down his exposed side, Cas squeaked and pulled his arm down again. “Cas.” Dean warned, but the mirth laced within the single word negated any seriousness Dean was trying to convey.
“I’m sorry.” was all Cas could manage in his flustered state. His cheeks were tinged pink with embarrassment and he was avoiding Dean’s gaze at all costs. He was so busy trying not to look in Dean’s direction he didn’t notice the look on his face, nor was he prepared for the two strong hands suddenly wrapping around his sides to lift him up. Cas yelped as he was thrown over Dean’s shoulder and carried in a fireman’s hold from one side of the room to the other. A minute later, he found himself thrown to the bed so quickly he was dizzy from the change in equilibrium. By the time he got his bearings, it was too late. Dean had him pinned and was tickling him ruthlessly. Cas tried to stop him, but every time he reached for Dean’s hands he changed targets, pinching randomly from his knees all the way to his neck. He tried to plead with Dean to stop, but he was laughing too hard to get a coherent thought out. Through his laughter, he could hear Dean’s chuckles of his own.
Cas decided to change tactics, trying to sit up enough to reach Dean’s mouth with his own, thinking maybe he could distract him enough to get him to stop. He reached his target, pressing his smiling mouth to Dean’s, but apparently Dean was enjoying this way too much to be deterred that easily. Cas kept trying to kiss him, laughter spilling into Dean’s mouth as they kissed sloppily, Dean’s fingers still dancing softly over Cas’s belly. After a few minutes, Dean stopped tickling, kissing Cas lazily as the last remaining giggles worked their way out. Dean took in Cas’s disheveled look, hair a mess, cheeks still flushed pink, and he hummed appreciatively as he wrapped Cas in his arms and squeezed tight.
This was what love felt like.