Dean had only been out of the room long enough to pop another bowl of popcorn and to grab two new bottles of beer. Cas was still sitting on the couch with the blanket wrapped around him, but now he was holding a large brown book perfectly balanced in his lap as his fingers lingered tenderly along the pages. Dean knew instantly what the book was.
Smiling softly, Dean walked around the back of the couch and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Cas’ temple.
“Happy 6th month anniversary, my beautiful husband,” Dean murmured, tipping Cas’ head until he could meld their lips together. They’d probably said that phrase 100x already during the day, but Cas smiled just as loving against Dean’s lips. Dean’s treacherous heart leaped against his rib cage just as quickly as it always did when Cas kissed him that eagerly.
“I love you,” Cas responded, tugging Dean down onto the couch so they could kiss again. They spent several minutes lazily kissing, as if they were in no hurry to end the fervent touches.
Finally, Dean pulled away and shifted the photo album so it was leaning against both of their knees. He skimmed a finger over the edge of the picture Cas had been looking at and his heart did that little thing where it skipped a beat in his chest.
It was a picture someone had taken of them during their first dance as married husbands. Dean had his arms wrapped around Cas’ waist with one hand tucked underneath Cas’ suit jacket, and Cas’ arms had been looped around his neck; fingers twirling gently in the hairs at the nape of Dean’s neck.
In the picture, they’d been swaying in each other’s arms and looking into each other’s eyes adoringly. They’d both leaned in for a kiss at the same time, and the image caught the moment where their lips were just ghosting against each other. A mere fraction of a second where their mouths met in a whisper of a touch. So intimate and tender in the loving brush of their lips just milliseconds away from kissing each other properly. Whoever took the picture had captured it at the perfect moment.
“This is my favorite picture from the wedding,” Cas murmured, nuzzling his nose against Dean’s jaw.
Every time Dean was reminded of the wedding, he looked down at his ring to see if it was actually there. Real. They’d really gotten married.
Tracing the ring across the peak of skin on Cas’ hip where his shirt had ridden up, Dean tilted his head to press their foreheads together.
“Why is it your favorite?” he whispered, a lump forming in his throat as the emotions swelled up from his chest.
Cas hummed, reaching out to find Dean’s hand and locking their fingers together. “Because I remember that moment, on the dance floor in your arms. Everything else faded away and all I could see was you. You had just whispered into my ear, calling me your husband for the first time since we said ‘I do.’ And when your lips brushed mine…” Cas trailed off, fingers tightening as he squeezed Dean’s hand.
“When your lips brushed mine,” Cas repeated, his voice thick, “I felt like I was shattering in your arms. I’d never wanted to kiss you so desperately in my entire life. And then you kissed me and everything ached. My heart ached. My lips ached. My chest ached. I’d never felt a more overwhelming encompassing feeling of love for you. I didn’t think I could take another breath because I could feel your love on my lips and it felt… it felt…”
Dean swallowed thickly, fumbling and pulling Cas into a desperate kiss. Oh God. Dean was so in love he thought he might die from it. He kissed Cas and didn’t stop kissing him; chasing his mouth over and over again until they were both gasping against each other’s lips and Dean’s mouth tingled with the taste of Cas.
When he finally broke the kiss, the words came out cracked and raw. “This moment,” he said, tapping at the picture at the exact place where their lips met in a kiss, “was my favorite, too. You were so radiant. God, Cas. Everything about you… so beautiful. And when you kissed me, it’s like I felt your Grace meld with my soul. I was yours from that moment. Forever. I’d never been more in love in my life. With your lips against mine, in that moment, we became one.”
Tears sparkled in Cas’ eyes, and Dean pulled Cas into his lap and kissed him again; this time slow and achingly tender. “I love you, Cas Winchester,” Dean whispered against Cas’ lips.
“Please. Don’t stop,” Cas replied.
Dean wasn’t sure if Cas meant not to stop loving him or not to stop kissing him. But God. Dean could both love Cas and kiss him for the rest of his life.
“I won’t ever stop.” Dean kissed Cas again and again, offering his heart and his love to Cas all over again. Just like he would continue to do, every minute of every day, forever.
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