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The Beatles Can't Fix This One||Dean and Cas

Dean frowned, hating to see how excited Cas was at the idea. “Are you kidding me? I can’t even hold your hand in public out there without being terrified that you’re gonna get your ass kicked tomorrow at school. There’s no way getting married is even an option.” 

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Dean laughed back toward Castiel, wrapping his arms around him again, glad to have him there, closing his eyes as he did so, leaning their foreheads together again. He’d missed Cas during work, but it was better that he had the job. “Yeah, well, you’re good for me, so you’re lucky enough to have me sticking around.” He smiled as he kissed him lightly again, breathing out as he saw the look on his face shift slightly, knowing that he was probably thinking about the rest of the world and Dean lifted one hand to rest gently against his chest, resting their foreheads together. Who cared what the rest of the world thought.

Cas' grin dimmed to a light smile, and he leaned forward to rest his head on Dean's shoulder, facing the man's throat. He pressed slow kisses to his shoulder, and rested his hand atop Dean's chest, smoothing it up slowly to settle upon his shoulder. ''It's so stupid,'' He mumbled, tugging lightly at the longer tufts of hair along the nape of Dean's neck. ''They're stupid. Saying we can't... kiss in public. Saying we can't love each other- it's ridiculous.''

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Dean nodded his head quietly with the words that Castiel was speaking, closing his eyes and bringing his hands up from where they had been on Castiel’s waist to wipe the tears away from his eyes, and then placing them back where they had been before. “Alright.” He said, wishing that he had a reason to give Cas for the fact that he had just broken down into an inconsolable wreck, but he had  nothing, “Thank you for coming in,” He said softly, flickering his eyes up to meet Castiel’s.

''You don't have to thank me either,'' Cas murmured, peppering Dean's cheeks with kisses. He ran his fingers through the man's hair for a final time, and kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips. His worry had died down, and was replaced with something resembling relief.

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Dean smiled as he wrapped his arms around the man on top of him, leaning forward to kiss him again with the words, leaning their foreheads together, pressing soft kisses against his forehead, down his nose, and against his lips again, “I love you too,” Dean said with a beaming smile, leaning their foreheads together and breathing out softly, pulling away so that he was able to see his entire face, the big smile, the happy everything. “God, I love you,” He said as he leaned down to kiss him again. Cas was more than he could’ve asked for, even if they were stuck to only showing it when they were alone.

Castiel's giggling commenced. His baby blues were focused intently upon Dean- nothing but Dean- and they were glazed with an intense adoration held only for the man before him. ''You're so good to me, Dean,'' He whispered, grinning lightly. Dean was peppering him in kisses, and though he loved him for it, he wished they could do the same outside of their apartment. They wished they could do so without being hated, without the fear of being beaten, or arrested, or having their jobs taken from them. What was so bad about it anyway? They were in love, what was so wrong about that? Why was that sinful?

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Dean breathed out as he felt Castiel continue to just hold him there, to pull his fingers through his hair, to just touch him, and hold him, and keep him safe and there. And calm him down. He leaned his head gently against Castiel’s, closing his eyes after a moment, calming himself down after a little bit longer, nodding his head with a small smile at the words, breathing calming down, and tears slowing. “Sorry,” He said softly. He knew he’d probably dragged Cas out of his studies, or something else that was important, and he didn’t even know what had happened, or why, but he had needed Cas to calm him down.

The apology was unnecessary, as far as Cas was concerned. He furrowed his brow and pulled away slightly, staring inquisitively at Dean. ''You don't have to be sorry,'' He murmured as if this were obvious, and cupped Dean's cheek gently in one hand. He wiped at one of the final tears with the pad of his thumb, wishing to clear them away. ''Everybody cries, Dean, it's not like you're automatically pathetic just because you cried,'' Cas shook his head, smiling somewhat. ''It's okay,'' He insisted, kissing Dean's nose.

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Dean smiled with Castiel’s words, nodding his head as he leaned down to meet their lips together again, “Looking forward to it,” He said with a smile, leaning away again so that he was able to see Castiel, the smile that had managed to take up his entire face, making the man look far more excited than he ever did, causing Dean’s own grin to widen with a laugh as he heard the words, “That’d definitely be nice. Take a bunch of new pictures, every year to have lots of good memories.” He smiled.

Cas beamed, admiring Dean's wolfish grin. ''I love you so much,'' He mused, his baby blues gleaming with ebullience. And God, was it the  truth. He loved Dean more than he'd ever loved anyone- he'd introduced him to things. He'd coaxed him out of his shell. If anything, Dean had taught him how to live, and Cas appreciated that. Dean, as far as Castiel was concerned, was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. The greatest thing that would ever happen to him.

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Dean grinned as he kissed Castiel back, relaxing his arms around him, loving having him there in his arms. He’d been needing that through the entire day of work, and now he had Cas again, smiling as he nodded with the words, closing his eyes as their foreheads stayed together, relishing all of Castiel’s soft touches to his face. He grinned after he had finished, flickering his eyes open and meeting their lips lightly again, “Mm, Cas, you know just how to romance me, huh?” The man teased, “A beach away from school and work, and being able to have loud sex without anyone noticing.” He grinned.

''I thought you'd like that,'' Cas mused, giggling as he did. He pulled away again- not drastically so, but far enough to look at Dean. A crooked smile pulled innocently across his features. ''We'll have to get your camera out again,'' His grin broadened at the thought. ''Gosh, remember the last time we went to the beach? Oh, Dean, I still have the pictures,'' Cas looked nothing short of ecstatic. ''We should make it tradition! Going to the beach every year, that'd be fantastic.''

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Dean relaxed slightly as Castiel moved into his lap, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist, looking up toward him as he tried to stop the tears, but unable to do so. He leaned his head against Castiel’s shoulder, holding onto him there as he calmed down enough to speak, “I don’t know.” he finally said pathetically, his voice drained as he lifted his head back toward Cas. “I was just thinking, and not really about anything that should’ve done this, and I just…” Dean shook his head as more tears fell.

Castiel's worry remained persistent, even as Dean gave his reasoning of uncertainty. Gingerly, he touched him- smoothed his fingers through the man's hair, brushed his fingertips along the man's cheeks- attempting, as he did, to comfort. He liked to think he was good at that sort of thing. As Dean shook his head, evidently giving up on his explanation, Cas shushed him and pecked his cheek. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder, and focused only on consolation. ''It's alright,'' He murmured, his voice slow, smooth, and he, again, ran his hand slowly through Dean's hair. ''You're okay, honey, I'm here.''

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Dean looked down as he heard Castiel speak his voice, and then he felt the tears come down harder as he walked in, looking up pathetically as he reached for the other man, not even sure why he was so upset.

''Sweetheart,'' Cas soothed, brows furrowed. His expression was one of evident confusion, but his concern was obvious nonetheless. It wasn't often Dean broke down like this, and so the fact that he'd been in here crying was... alarming, in a way. Cas settled himself promptly in Dean's lap, and curled his arms around the man's neck in an attempt to comfort. ''What's the matter?'' He whispered, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. Gingerly, he cupped the man's cheek, and wiped at the tears that just wouldn't stop coming.