[ He makes a noise in the back of his throat in agreement; living and existing are sometimes two very, very different things. Still, Cas is real, tangible - warm as he pulls Dean in, lips brushing so softly, a ghost of a kiss. ]
I'd be happy to.
[ His voice is low, warm - a rumble in his chest, need bubbling back up to the surface, fingers tightening on Cas' hand as he reaches with his other to cup the back of his head, slide his fingers into soft dark hair, guide Cas in the rest of the way.
A proper kiss - they're exposed, but it can't be helped, Dean can't stop himself, denying any of this is stupid when they were granted this almost hallucinatory second chance.
They're real. This is real. It is and isn't a dream, but Dean feels in the pit of his belly that regardless the terminology used, this is real. Cas is real, he's warm, he's here - Dean can still hardly believe it.
He kisses him like it's their last, tasting his lips, hand sliding free of Cas; hair in favor of cupping his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. He kisses him again and again, devouring him, stealing Cas' breath, barely allowing either of them to breathe before he's diving back in, tracing his tongue over soft lips, hungry, ravenous, desperate. ]
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I'd be happy to.
[ His voice is low, warm - a rumble in his chest, need bubbling back up to the surface, fingers tightening on Cas' hand as he reaches with his other to cup the back of his head, slide his fingers into soft dark hair, guide Cas in the rest of the way.
A proper kiss - they're exposed, but it can't be helped, Dean can't stop himself, denying any of this is stupid when they were granted this almost hallucinatory second chance.
They're real. This is real. It is and isn't a dream, but Dean feels in the pit of his belly that regardless the terminology used, this is real. Cas is real, he's warm, he's here - Dean can still hardly believe it.
He kisses him like it's their last, tasting his lips, hand sliding free of Cas; hair in favor of cupping his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. He kisses him again and again, devouring him, stealing Cas' breath, barely allowing either of them to breathe before he's diving back in, tracing his tongue over soft lips, hungry, ravenous, desperate. ]