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Destiel drabble #1 I guess

Dean was packing his clothes from the dresser of his room in the Men of Letters bunker into one of the many, many duffel bags he had in his possession. He was getting ready for a ghost hunt that he and Sam were on the way to. He shoved his clothes into the bag and went to grab some of his essentials for hunts: his sawed-off, the demon knife, salt, a lighter, gasoline, you know, the classic essentials. As he turned to put the last item into his duffel, a tousled, black-haired, trenchcoat clad man- no angel, stood in front of him. Within kissing distance. "Cas what the hell" Dean muttered walking around Castiel to put the final necessity into his bag. He could feel Cas hot on his heels and shook his head. "Personal space, Cas, we've talked about this." Dean sighed. "Probably way more than we should have." Cas grabbed Dean's arm and looked at the righteous man in front of him. "Sorry, but Dean, I don't understand..." He started. "You don't understand a lot, but what is it this time, Cas?" Dean asked, turning around to face the angel. "I don't understand why you're so touchy about personal space when we had intercourse last night." Castiel tilted his head, confused. "Son of a bitch, Cas, you can't say that, you idiot. What if Sam hears?" Dean gave Castiel a small kiss and looked around. "Dean, that will not be a problem, seeing as how your brother could definitely hear you last night. You are pretty loud when you're the one getting fucked." Castiel mentioned offhandedly. "Cas!" Dean's face flushed and he looked away from his angel boyfriend. "Why don't you tell me how loud I am?" "Dean, when will you ever listen and learn? I love that fact. I love you. I didn't see it until I was human, but now I do. I always did." Castiel turned Dean's face back to his. "Dammit, Cas, I love you too." Dean mumbled and kissed his pretty boy angel.