Work Text:
It had been a long time since Dean had seen Seamus. Too long.
When he climbed through the portrait to the room of requirement there were loads of faces turned curiously in his direction, but he only had eyes for one.
“Dean?” Seamus started running towards him.
He could hardly move, but when Seamus crashed into him, there was one thing he could do.
With his hands on Seamus’ cheeks, Dean kissed him like he’d done it a hundred times before, ignoring the hoots and hollers from those around them.
And for a moment, amongst the chaos, everything was perfect.