Apr 18, 2017
16: New Years
Why don’t we drink champagne all the time? It’s so fizzy and happy. He hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud until Dean laughed.
“I think it’s about time we cut you off, honey bee.”
“Have I told you the thing about the monk and the stars before?”
“Three times.” Oh. A glass of water was folded into his hand in place of the crystal flute. “Only a minute left.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean hummed and leaned into his side, hips pushing against against the edge of the countertop. “I think my resolution is to kiss you, more.”
“Well, then. I think we’d best get started, huh?” As Dean pressed their lips together to a soundtrack of fireworks, Cas knew how the monk felt; he was tasting the stars.