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Castiel couldn't help it. He watched the way Dean's face was lit up by the steadily declining sun and he couldn't help himself. He couldn’t help the smile that slowly made it’s way across his face, lit up his eyes, and crinkled them at the corners.
Oh, Father, what have I done.
Only the tip of Dean's nose, his eyelashes and his forehead were bright enough for him to see, but it was enough, Dean Winchester was so beautiful. He was beautiful in the dark, form highlighted by slivers of moonlight caressing his body, he was beautiful when he'd just woken up, sleep-heavy eyes blinking slowly at Castiel, his mouth stretching into a lazy smile. Dean Winchester was beautiful in every moment of the day, and Castiel knew that this arrangement they had was a temporary one, and that it was going to burn out, but the shooting star of their love was so bright right now, and Dean's laughing, grass-green eyes, and the freckles dusted across his cheeks and nose were the most perfect things Castiel had ever seen.
And he was so in love with Dean Winchester in that moment.
Castiel reached for his waist, tugging him in.
Dean stopped in the middle of his sentence and curiously leaned into the touch while he chuckled against Cas' neck, "What are you doing?"
Cas sighed into his neck, bringing both arms around his back, "I love you."
Dean grinned a shit-eating grin into Cas' neck, "I know." He hugged him tighter, pressing a soft kiss right below his ear, taking a deep breath, "I love you too."