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Destiel

Dean sighed. "Not at all. But now you're Human baby...you need to look the part. Besides, I need new shirts..." He mumbled.


He kissed the top of Cas' head.
 
Dean smiled. He walked out into the library.


"Sammy! Lets go. We're buting Cas some shirts."


"Why can't he just wear your stuff?" Sam whined, looking up from his book.


The comment made Dean turn and rake his eyes over Cas, thinking.
 
" I like the idea and look of you wearing my stuff." Dean murmured.


Sam grinned and returned to his book.


Dean stalked up to Cas and tilted his chin up a bit to meet his lips. The kiss was slow and soft.
 
Dean nipped at his lower lip, pulling it slightly. His hands reached up and pushed the trench coat off his shoulders.
 
Dean's hands fumbled on Cas' button down, pulling apart the buttons as he moved them back towards the bed.
 
Castiel rested against Dean a while later, a blanket covering the both of them. His eyes were closed, his dark hair askew. His hand rested gently in the hunter's waist, arm drawing across his stomach.


»JW
 
Dean had his legs tangled with Cas, his own hair tousled significantly. His cheeks were still a light pink and his green eyes were currently taking in his sleeping lover.
 
Dean smiled and slowly got up, careful not to wake Cas. He needed some water. He slipped on some boxers and headed out to the kitchen.
 
Dean stood sipping his water in the kitchen, completely and blissfully happy. It was close to midnight and everyone was asleep in the bunker, save him. He took the rare moment to revel in the silence.
 

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