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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.

The way Dean adopts the head tilt makes me melt a little inside😭😭😭

the more you love a memory

Wow, here we finally are! Here is my ‘Regarding Dean’ fic where Cas comes into the episode and Dean falls in love with him all over again! This has been such a journey, and I want to thank my amazing betas @googolplexicon and @wtfevenisausername for being my lifesavers and helping me every step of the way! I’m so excited to share this with yall and hope yall enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it!

Word Count: 15.2k

Summary:

“I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.” - Victor Nabokov

Castiel knows Dean will never fall in love with him, no matter how long he pines for him. But when a witch curses Dean to lose his memory and Cas is called in to help, Dean starts flirting with him. Cas tries to focus on the case, he really does, but he’s caught up in the whirlwind of feelings Dean is stirring up. When he steps into a diner to pick up a bacon cheeseburger, milkshake, and a slice of pie for Dean, he gets taken by the Loughlins instead, leaving Dean alone in the cold.

Dean doesn’t remember the beautiful man with the bright blue eyes, but he’s warm and smells like Heaven, and his voice is deep like gravel road under tires. When the pretty man says, “I’m Cas. I’m your best friend,” Dean’s inclined to believe him, but there’s something else there: a fluttering in his chest, a gravitational pull.

“Are we dating?” No, but I wish we were.

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