Cas First Kiss Was When He Kissed Deans Soul - Tumblr Posts

Awww that was so fluffy and sweet and then you made it so deeply romantic it took my breath away💚💙

Dean realizes there is more than one first kiss.

There’s a first kiss, both of them leaning in nervously, Cas’ eyelids closing when his nose is almost touching Dean’s. Their lips grace each other hesitantly a few times, testing, tasting, their breaths warm on each other’s skin before Dean slowly moves forward slightly and their lips finally meet.

There’s a first heated, passionate kiss. Cas is pinning Dean against the wall of his own bedroom and it feels like he is a teen again, overblown by all the feelings he can’t explain; the heat pooling in his stomach, on fire, raging. He’s clawing and clutching onto Cas who takes off layer after layer of clothing, seems almost angry at the fabric for standing in between him and Dean. His teeth bite on Dean’s bottom lip and he whispers that Dean is his, forever.

There’s the first kiss during sex, they’re too loud and too messy and too sweaty, and their noses are bumping together and Dean laughs in between his frantic breaths. He grips onto Cas’ shoulder as he pushes Dean into the mattress, kisses the wind out of their lungs. Dean forgot that it could feel like this, he forgot that he could feel this loved.

There’s the first kiss right before falling asleep, slow and lazy and gentle. Dean whispers sweet nothings against Cas’ lips curving into a smile. Cas runs his fingers across Dean’s chest, kissing back with half-lidded eyes. They sleep in peace.

There’s the first good morning kiss, half-asleep and smiling, pressed into the column of Dean’s neck, his jaw, skin mellowing under the warm touches.

There’s the first accidental kiss in front of Sam, who walks in and can’t stop grinning for the next few hours. There’s the first deliberate kiss in front of Sam and though Dean still feels nervous, having Cas nuzzle his nose against his cheek is worth it.

There’s the first light and fleeted kiss when Dean leaves for groceries, featherlight and sweet, the first ‘please come back to bed’ kiss left in the back of Cas’ neck, Dean’s arms wrapped around his waist, the oh so careful first kiss left on the back of Dean’s hand, just below the patched up wound.

There’s the first greasy burger kiss in a snack bar Dean knows he’ll never see again, but he will always remember the ketchup on Cas’ cheek.

There’s the first sticky ice cream kiss that leaves Cas grumbling and Dean laughing, and he kisses Cas again and again, right there on the parks’ bench, grinning mischievously until Cas is laughing too.

There’s the first kiss that catches him by surprise, he’s right in the middle of a sentence and Cas just cuts him off with his mouth, then continues to look at him with honest interest.

There’s the first kiss in the rain, soaking their clothes and hair as they stand and forget to care, there’s the first kiss in the snow, wrapped in coats and scarfs. Cas smells like Christmas, tastes like sweet apple cider and is the only warmth Dean needs. They say the hottest fires burn blue, and Dean understands when he looks into Cas’ eyes.

There’s the first kiss in the Impala, slow and lingering because Sam isn’t there and they can spend the entire night here if they want to. There’s the first nose kiss, the first Eskimo kiss, the first forehead kiss, the first kiss tracing all Dean’s freckles until below his waist.

There’s the first ‘I missed you’ kiss, they’re ripping off clothes and grabbing into each other’s jeans in a motel bathroom somewhere miles away from home, Dean can’t help but moan Cas’ name and prays they didn’t wake up Sam.

There’s the first soothing kiss, slowly taking care of every single tear left on their cheeks. Dean whispers I love you over and over and Cas tells him he never cried before. Dean tells him he’s beautiful.

There’s the first ‘I thought I lost you’ kiss, frantic and messy and dirty, surrounded by demon corpses, they taste blood and salt and dirt, they’re out of breath and close to tears, but they’re alive.

There’s the first make up kiss, after a fight with raised voices and slamming of doors. Dean apologizes but Cas tells him not to, that it’s okay, that they need to fight so they can learn and move on. Dean knows he’s right.

There’s a first kiss all the time, and Dean remembers each. He treasures every memory, loves them equally. One night, after their first kiss outside under the stars, he tells Cas. Voice low, hand holding Cas’ hand, and when he looks at Cas, he is smiling.

“I remember my first ever kiss,” Cas whispers and he gently puts his hand on Dean’s chest. “The day that changed my life.”

Dean waits, knowing the kiss Cas refers to, their hesitant kisses, their sweet confessions.

“It was in Hell when we met,“ Cas says and Dean does a double take, slowly sitting up to see Cas better. “When I pulled you from hell and I put you back together again—I kissed your soul that day. You had been torn, defeated, frightened, ripped apart. But your soul was still breathtaking.”

Dean stares, dumbfounded, barely able to see Cas’ full expression in the dark. Slowly, Cas leans down and moves his hand, looks up at Dean and kisses his soul again. For a second time.