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domestic bliss with a kiss

Kiss #18 - Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

Leaning against the dryer, Dean began to unload the clothes into a basket, feeling the warmth from the machine slowly seeping into his back. Cas was propped up on the counter opposite from him, slowly matching pairs of socks and folding shirts that Dean handed up to him. It was simple and easy, and God, how did Dean end up here? Where the mundane task of doing laundry with Cas by his side was something that Dean absolutely loved.

Domestic bliss.

That’s what Sam had called it. Or, well, that’s how he’d phrased it when he’d called Dean and teased him mercilessly a few days ago. Dumbass little brother. Even though, yeah, maybe Sammy was right. Because Dean actually was blissfully happy, sitting here folding warm clothes from the dryer with Cas by his side.

This was their life now.

Renovating their new home and doing chores together.

Well. Sometimes it was more like Dean was doing the chores while Cas watched.

“You’re doing it again,” Dean said, flickering his gaze up from the basket of clothes to lock eyes with Cas.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me,” Dean replied, watching the way Cas’ eyes softened into this tender little expression that made Dean’s heart ache with affection.

Cas shrugged, even though a gentle little smile danced across his lips. “Can’t help it.”

“Oh yeah?”

Dean watched in surprise as a light pinkish hue dusted across Cas’ cheeks. Was Cas actually blushing? Dear God, why was that so endearing?

Cas hummed quietly, darting his eyes away from Dean as he shifted his pile of folded shirts into a separate basket. “You look…” Cas trailed off, as if he were searching for something specific. Finally, he seemed to settle on whatever he was looking for. “Content. You’re just… it’s this… I can’t tear my eyes away from you.” Cas paused, gaze finding Dean’s again as he murmured, “You’ve never looked more attractive than you do right now.”

Oh.

Now that was surprising.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath, heading spinning at the revelation. He’d been called attractive hundreds of times by dozens of people. Hot. Sexy. Pretty. Handsome. Yeah, he’d been called a lot of flattering things over the years.

But this?

This was earth-shattering. Ground-breaking. Breathtaking.

Oh God.

Dean was so ridiculously in love he was seeing stars.

Dropping the rest of the laundry into the basket without any order, Dean stood up and crossed the room until he was standing between Cas’ legs; pressing Cas further into the counter as he slipped his hands up those muscular thighs and squeezed softly with his thumbs.

Cas let out a little stuttered breath, eyes flickering down to Dean’s mouth as he licked his own lips.

“Attractive, huh?” Dean murmured, leaning in close until he was breathing Cas’ air.

Nodding slowly as if in a daze, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck to pull him closer. “So attractive I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

Feeling himself go weak at the knees, Dean grabbed hold of Cas’ thighs tighter. “C'mere and kiss me,” Dean said, looping his hands around Cas’ tie and tugging him forwards until their lips met.

Cas immediately deepened the kiss, licking his way into Dean’s mouth until they were both shuddering against each other. Caught between desperate touches and lingering softness, the kisses morphed so quickly that Dean felt dizzy. One second Cas was kissing him as if he couldn’t get enough, and then he was easing back, just barely slotting their lips together as he tenderly held the kiss with soft little brushes of plush lips.

They kissed long and slow, as if there was no rush; no need to be doing anything else except exploring each other’s mouths.

Somewhere after the tenth kiss- or was it the fifteenth?- Cas went pliant against him, letting Dean direct the next kiss.

Shifting his weight, Dean chased Cas’ mouth, turning the gentle kissing into something teasing as he licked his way along Cas’ lower lip.

Cas gasped against him, his fingers sliding up to tug on Dean’s hair at the sudden shift.

Oh, God yes.

Dean pushed a little further, feeling Cas’ legs pressing more firmly into his hips as ran his tongue along Cas’ teeth before pulling back again to chastely peck Cas’ mouth.

“You know,” Dean said, murmuring the words against Cas’ mouth. “Maybe we should go test how clean those new sheets are on the bed.”

A shudder ran down Cas’ spine, and Dean felt Cas’ breath stutter out against his lips until he was drinking in Cas’ air.

“What about the laundry?” Cas asked, breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Dean traced their lips together again.

“Forget about it,” Dean muttered, moving in to kiss Cas again. But at the last second, instead of properly kissing him, Dean huffed out a rush of air against Cas’ lips before blowing a breath into Cas’ mouth; pulling back quickly with a smirk.

“Dean,” Cas startled, emphasizing Dean’s name with a sharp tug as he attempted to chase Dean’s mouth.

“You wanna kiss me? Come and get me,” Dean teased, throwing Cas a wink before he darted off towards their bedroom.

Cas immediately chased after him, catching up to him in their room before snagging Dean by the waist.

“Well hi handsome,” Dean said, nudging his nose along Cas’ jaw with a grin. “Did you want something?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Dean.”

Dean laughed as Cas’ mouth claimed his, biting and desperate and oh-so-good.

The rest of the laundry lay forgotten on the floor of the laundry room. Not that Dean cared. Not when Cas was kissing him, tugging him down onto the mattress until the clean crisp sheets were a rumpled mess.

I’m so disgustingly in love that I can’t talk about it to anyone irl, so y’all will just have to put up with me simping on here cause if I don’t talk about them every 5 minutes, I’ll simply explode

luna adriana / jane austen / leo tolstoy / haruki murakami / dejan stojanovic / haruki murakami

I just realized.. I’m exactly like Dean emotionally-repressed Winchester. I‘m creating intricate rituals just to touch their hands for a moment, I hold onto their coat, I drink waaay too much even though it’s ruining my health, all just because it makes me feel a little closer to them and helps me be a little more open and show them just a tiny bit more honestly how much they mean to me.. Although I’d never actually confess my true feelings.

I am usually SOOO cas-coded, but how I am with that person REALLY brings out the Dean in me. I just love them so much and I’d literally fight hell and god for them, the only thing I wouldn’t do is let the know how I feel. I just wish I could do more for them. They’re not in the best place mentally and I wish I could be what they need and help them, but I also don’t wanna pressure them into talking and I want to know they’re okay but they have a hard time talking about their feelings so I’ll never really know and I’m worried about them and there’s just nothing else I can think about than them.

I even started writing poems. Like.. a LOT of poems. I just really can’t deal with all this love for them, I see them almost every day and I always push my feelings down as deep as possible but they keep bubbling up and I just don’t find the right outlet.

I keep forgetting that something happened after they defeated god in 15x19 and Dean brought Cas back and married him..

I still can't believe we got that as a finale. Like...how? It doesn't make sense.