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He held something in his hands that looked like a doll, and he also held an ornate knife. He looked up for a moment and his wonderful blue eyes were almost red with what seemed to be blood. Castiel seemed to not see Dean.
"I love you too," Dean muttered. With the last of his energy, he lifted himself up a bit in Castiel's grasp and kissed him, smiling softly at the small gasp Castiel made against his lips. Then, Castiel kissed him back hard, his hand moving to cradle the back of Dean’s head, holding him close. Dean felt warmth where they were connected, spreading through his entire body, and despite his eyes being closed, he could see a soft glow around them. Dean let out a little gasp as he pulled away, his wounds completely healed. Castiel looked down at him, his eyes shining and clear, a soft smile on his mouth.