do you think cas watches dean and sam bandage themselves up with wrap and band aids when they get hurt after fighting monsters? when cas gets hurt when his grace is failing and he’s covered in cuts from a fight with a demon and little traces of his grace are pouring from those wounds, cas looks at dean and says quietly, “can you patch me up?” while gesturing to the bandages. dean immediately crouches down next to cas and he’s so so so gentle as he wraps cas’ wounds with bandages and puts a little band aid on cas’ cheek where a knife caught him and he murmurs softly, “there. feeling better now, angel?” cas smiles and nods his head, still so close to dean that they’re sharing the same breaths. “much better. thank you, dean.” and from then on, even when cas gets his powers back and he heals quickly, dean will still bandage him up and ask tenderly “feeling better now?” and cas will kiss him in response

dean would get embarrassed and nervous about kissing cas for a long period of time, muttering “we’re not teenagers making out” and cas will shake his head, drawing dean back in until their lips are just barely brushing as he replies, “we’re not. stop thinking so much. shut up and kiss me” and between one kiss and the next, dean realizes it doesn’t feel like making out, just chasing cas’ mouth over and over again because it feels so right

cas would absolutely spend weeks learning how to make a sweater at home to give it to dean as an early christmas present and dean would act all cool and be like “thanks cas” and then would disappear into one of the bunker corridors and cry while pressing his nose into his new homemade sweater because it smells like cas

dean 100% tells cas a million times not to make his birthday a big deal and that he doesn’t really care about celebrating, and cas absolutely ignores that and treats dean all day by stealing dean away to give him kisses and he orders burgers and cake and he has dean’s favorite zeppelin songs playing around the house all day and it’s just so domestic and it’s simplistic and yet over the top at the same time and dean loves every moment of it

cas can sense when there’s a thunderstorm coming, and he’ll go sit outside on the porch so he can watch the storm roll in. he thinks dean doesn’t notice him slipping outside, but dean can always tell when cas is no longer in his radius because the angel is distracted by the incoming storm, and he’ll make cas some honey tea and take it out onto the porch so they can sit side by side and watch as the lightening strikes and the rain starts to fall

dean and cas having an argument about something in the middle of a case and cas warns dean he needs to move and dean stubbornly crosses his arms and glares at cas, muttering, “not fuckin’ happening.” cas moves forward and snags dean by the waist, hoisting dean up in one smooth motion that happens so fast dean doesn’t even see it coming until he’s manhandled and caught up in cas’ arms. dean wants to argue and get defensive, yet all that happens is a soft shaky gasp falls from his lips and his hand wraps around cas’ bicep, and all dean’s mind can do is think ‘oh god oh god oh god, he’s so strong’

dean and cas are so used to reaching out and casually touching each other with a hand on the shoulder or a casual bump of the hips. it isn’t until they finally get together that dean suddenly realizes they’ve already had that level of casual intimacy for years. bumping shoulders and dean leaning into cas as they walk or pressed together on the couch, or cas’ fingers grazing against dean’s wrist or dean’s hand settling on cas’ lower back. it’s why leaning in to kiss cas feels so easy, so natural. because for years they’ve had this intimacy, they just hadn’t put a name to it until now. “together,” cas murmurs agains dean’s mouth. “together,” dean repeats, chasing cas’ lips in another kiss.

dean absolutely loves to step up behind cas, wrapping his arms around cas’ waist and dropping his head to place soft tender kisses to cas’ shoulder. “hey handsome,” dean murmurs. cas tilts his head to try and catch dean’s lips in a kiss, but dean drops his head to rest his forehead against cas’ shoulder blade instead; pressing another kiss to the back of cas’ neck. cas hums softly, lacing his hands with dean’s as he reverently whispers, “dean”

whenever dean wants to kiss cas, he glides his thumb across cas’ lower lip before leaning in and kissing him. when cas wants to kiss dean, he trails his fingers down dean’s temple and linger on his cheek before he kisses dean

it becomes a little nighttime tradition that every time cas takes his tie off at night, dean will grab both ends of the tie hanging loosely around cas’ neck and he’ll gently pull cas closer until he can steal a kiss… or two- or maybe three

everyone assuming dean and cas are together until it gets to the point even sam is like, “ask your angel boyfriend, or are you two still hiding behind the whole “we’re just best friends” cover?” and dean goes through a mixture of annoyed and frustrated and mortified expressions before he finally grumbles, “you know what? fine! I will!” and sam gets this massively triumphant grin like “ha! I knew you and cas were hooking up,” and dean flushes and stumbles out an aborted response before hightailing it

cas is the one to lean in for a kiss; soft and tender and sweet against dean’s lips. but when he goes to pull away, something yanks at dean’s heartstrings. he grabs at cas, holding him steady so they’re breathing each others air. he’s not ready for the kiss to end. “one more,” dean murmurs against cas’ mouth, stealing another kiss. “one more,” he repeats a few seconds later, making cas smile against his lips. “one more, one more, one more.” and cas pulls dean closer, keeping his mouth against dean’s as he murmurs back, “you can have as many kisses as you want, dean. forever.” this time, cas kisses him deep and slow, as if there was no rush and nothing else in the world except them with their lips pressed together. “one more,” dean whispers, and cas kisses him again.

their first kiss is awkward; fumbling and nervous as dean doesn’t know if cas likes being kissed and cas is unsure if he can kiss dean. the second and third kisses are equally as floundering, both of them hesitant and graceless as their lips clumsily crash against each other and dean breaks the kiss with an embarrassed huff. at that point, they were both too ashamed to try again. days go by with dean and cas avoiding each other, but then evening rolls around and they’re watching a movie together, pressed up against each other, and dean makes a move. the fourth time they kiss… dean leans in close, lips against cas’ cheek as he murmurs, “just let me…” and cas nods subtly. when dean presses their lips together this time, it isn’t stiff or faltering. this time, it’s soft and slow; mouths melding together as they sink into each other on a breathy exhale. when dean breaks the kiss this time, he brushes his nose against cas’ then pecks cas at the corner of his mouth. “better?” dean murmurs quietly. “much better,” cas replies, chasing dean’s lips into another perfect kiss.

dean humming a song under his breath as he’s doing something and cas quietly mumbles the song title without looking at dean. it catches dean by surprise and he turns and gives cas this proud little smile. “yeah, cas,” he murmurs. and then it becomes a little thing for them, like dean will just start humming songs all the time and waits for cas to hear and guess the song, and they share little fond smiles when cas gets it right

there’s something about the way that when dean wakes up, there’s always a steaming mug of hot fresh coffee by his side of the bed. it’s like a little secret love language that cas tenderly gives him from the minute dean wakes up. the best part is that cas always sneaks back into bed, wrapping his arms around dean so that when dean wakes up, there’s the smell of coffee in the air and the warmth of cas’ body pressed against his side. dean repays the favor late at night, when cas is tucked up on the couch with a book in his hands. he’ll put a large hot mug of honey tea down next to cas, drop a lingering kiss to cas’ forehead, and then settle down next to his husband. cas always gets this fond smile on his face, settling one hand on dean’s thigh as a thank you, and dean will place another kiss to cas’ jaw. the day starts with a warm mug… and it ends with one, too. life, dean thinks, as he distracts cas from his book with stolen kisses, is pretty damn good

“kiss me if you love me,” cas said softly, lying next to dean on their bed. dean automatically leaned in to press their lips together, but cas stopped him with a hand on dean’s jaw. “kiss me twice if im the love of your life.” this time, when dean closed the gap between them, cas let him. dean took his time kissing cas, long and slow and tenderly delicious. one kiss. two kisses. three. when dean pulled away, cas had a dazed look in his eyes are he murmured, “you kissed me three times.” dean smiled softly, brushing his thumb across cas’ cheek. “three kisses for three words. marry me, cas?” cas was the one to lean in and kiss dean this time. one quick kiss and one lingering kiss. “yes, dean.”