"Well, Cas," Dean whispers, out of breath, just as much as Castiel currently feels, he presses his forehead against Cas', keeping him pinned against the wall of the desert hallway, right next to the door of his room, because he couldn't wait until they were there to feel Castiel's lips on his again.
It's glorious, tentative at first on both their endings, just like their first one, rapidly deepening as their hands grew bolder, as their need to be close grew stronger.
"First night on Earth." He kisses the corner of Cas' mouth, then his cheek, anywhere he can reach, not stopping on a particular spot for long, "what do you want to do?" Dean knows well what he wants to do, but he also knows well this time around things have to be different, he owns that to Cas and also to himself. This isn't a quick roll in the hay that will end with a rushed morning farewell.
This is forever, so he won't rush Cas or himself into anything they aren't ready to do yet.
"It hardly is my first night on Earth," Castiel replies, tilting his head to the side to give Dean access to the side of his neck.
Dean rolls his eyes, "I know that, but it feels like it, doesn't it?" He moves back a little and stares into Castiel's eyes. First night on Earth, their first night together like this, the first one of many, the first one of their forever, "we have had enough last nights on Earth, it's about time we flipped the script."
Castiel nods staring right back at Dean, he doesn't say anything, just smiles, a small, secretive thing, like he is holding onto a secret he won't tell Dean about.
"I always wondered," he replies, voice solemn, "what this would feel like."
"What? Kissing? Look, buddy, we both know you-"
Castiel cuts him off, shaking his head, "all this inside me being requited, finding its own mirror where it had been looking for it for the longest time."
He had seen it on Dean's movies. Even if love wasn't a central piece of the plot on them, with a few notable exceptions, it was always there and it was always requited, wonderful and full of joy. Always there, just like in the world around them, in so many ways, in so many forms, so special and painful at the same time.
And he wondered, in his darkest hours, in his moments of solitude, when he was away and he couldn't stop missing Dean, when he was close, watching him flip some pancakes at the stove, and he couldn't stop missing Dean anyway.
He wonder what it would be like to know that if he were to call Dean on the phone just to tell him he loved him, if he were to reach out and take Dean's hand away from the pan and his mind away from breakfast and everything else that could be worrying him so they could share a kiss, that Dean would just say it back, kiss him back, love him back.
"Well then," Dean smiles at him, giving him more room to move away from the hard press of the wall against his back, "is it good? Is it what you were expecting?"
And while his tone is light and his smile doesn't fade away Castiel can see right through him, he can see his doubts, always wondering if he is enough, for those around him, for the world.
As if he wasn't the most amazing thing Castiel has ever seen in his long existence.
Castiel nods, lifting both his hands to cradle Dean's face between them, he gently pulls him closer, getting him to lower his head just enough so he can kiss his forehead.
"I love you." He whispers against Dean's skin.
"I love you too." Dean replies back without missing a bit. Castiel grins widely.
"I could have never imagined it would feel as incredible as this."
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