"That's- that’s my sweatshirt," Dean said breathlessly, looking up at Cas from the kitchen table as the Angel rubbed a sleeved-fist across his eyes and shuffled past Dean as if he hadn’t just done something monumental. Something so profound it shattered the ground Dean stood on.
"It's comfy," Cas mumbled, reaching out for the coffee pot. “Warm. Got it from the dryer.”
Dean blinked once, twice in shock before he could actually process what Cas had done and what it meant for them. How they really were together now. “You took my hot clothes from the dryer and just decided to wear them?”
“Mhm,” Cas hummed tiredly, cut off by his own yawn as he poured himself a cup of coffee. The sight was unbearably soft, sleepy and oh so inviting. Dean stepped up behind Cas, wrapping his arms around Cas’ waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck in sheer adoration. “I didn’t know we were at that point in our- you know, where we wear each other’s clothes.”
“Do you not want to be?” Cas asked quietly, shifting in Dean’s arms until they were chest to chest; the coffee mug in Cas’ hand radiating hot tendrils of warmth between their bodies.
Dean plucked the boiling mug from Cas’ grip and took a sip as he contemplated the question, letting the coffee burn across his tongue before he leaned in to kiss Cas; the taste of coffee transferring between their mouths. “I want everything with you.”
Cas smiled softly, pressing a sleepy kiss to Dean’s lips. “That makes this my sweatshirt then.”
Stealing another sip from Cas’ mug before handing it back, Dean kissed Cas again; slower this time so he could linger in the warmth their embrace had created. “Looks better on you anyway, sweetheart.”
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on the wedding, cas ties his tie backwards and dean fixes it... at the altar. they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t realize the rest of the room watching them
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