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Nearly a year since Seamus had seen him, far too long.
He hadn’t even known if he was alive until Dean appeared in the room of requirement.
Seeing him there was like a breath of fresh air, reassurance that some things could still be okay.
“Dean?” Seamus asked, but he was already running towards him, and hugging him like his life depended on it. He smelled like the ocean for some reason, but that didn’t matter. His arms wrapped around Seamus, and it felt right.
Then, before Seamus knew it was happening, Dean was kissing him. That felt right too.