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It was bright and cheerful in the Men of Letters bunker. For the first time in recent memory the world was not ending, nobody was addicted to anything, and nobody was going to hell. Add to that the fact that they finally had each other and a home, and the Winchesters were finally in the black.
Mostly the brothers hung around the bunker (which Dean had started refering to as Heaven South because of the abundance of celestial being hanging around drinking his beer). They cought up on sleep, Sam explored the lore with a childlike glee, Dean taught Castiel to play Mario Cart, Chuck continued to write, but would not show anyone what he was up to. He had even gotten back together with Becky but had the decency to not bring her to the bunker, although she and Sam were back on good terms it was decided that it might be best if she didn't know where he slept. It was also decided that dating God might be a little overwhelming for her and not to tell her unless she asked. Even Crowley would stop by for an occasional game of poker, or pool, or to take Dean out Karaokeing.
Things went on like that for about two months, with the boys going on an occasional hunt, and assisting other hunters by phone when needed. Dean kept complaing the he was far too young and good looking to be either Bobby or Rufus, and Sam just kept rolling his eyes at him.
Some of you may know that a month is like a year to a hunter, and as the days passed the boys grew more and more fidgety. For Sam this meant long runs, and workouts that would make a man 10 years younger than him cry.For Dean this meant getting in more and more frequent tifts with Cas. They were not fights, mostly because Cas never fought back, he just got more and more logical, which pissed Dean off that much more. It was amusing for everyone else to watch for about a day, then it was just annoying.
One day Chuck had enough, he looked imploringly at Sam, and with a nod of Sam's head and a blink of Chuck's eyes, Dean and Cas went from sitting in their matching recliners (gaming chairs damn it) to them both standing far too close together. There was a moment of shocked silence, then an "Oh hell no" from Dean, and a slightly confused almost whimper from Castiel, but neither of them backed away. The silence stretched on for about 10 seconds, with neither of them moving closer or farther away. It was finally broken by Chuck, who let out with "Oh for the love of Me, get on with it already" and with another blink Cas had his mouth pressed chastely to Dean's. Both of their eyes were wide in what appered to be shock or terror, or maybe both. Another blink from Chuck and they were both back to standing far too close to each other, lookig at each other as if to gauge the others reaction. Then with what would forever be remembered by Sam to anyone who would listen as an act of supreme masculinity Dean took Cas's face in his hands and kissed him. Firmly and decisively, and to Cas's credit it only took him a beat to kiss back. Then with another blink from Chuck they were gone, leaving just him and Sam in the room. Sam looked at him and asked "Cas's room or Dean"s?" to which Chuck replied "Neither, they are in the honeymoon suit at the Hilton by the airport. I figured they might need a little privacy". Sam looked eternelly grateful as he remembered the crappy soundproofing in the bunker.