okay this looks bad

Dean crawls on top of him in bed, eyes flooding with blackness while he watches the way Cas’ pupils dilate to try and match.

He licks Cas’ jaw, bites under his ear. “The other angels don’t sin like you.”

"Morning After" - Digital Oil Painting

When you just have to kiss him because he looks unexpectedly cute wearing your clothes.

“Can we set a date for the wedding?” Cas asked over dinner, casual, calm, as if the question wasn’t the most important question of their lives (well, besides Dean asking Cas to marry him, obviously).

Dean dropped his fork, the sound of metal hitting the plate as Dean flickered his eyes over to Cas in surprise.

“Jack thinks a fall wedding would be nice,” Cas said wistfully.

“Jack said? You told Jack?” Dean asked.

Humming, Cas picked up Dean’s fork and handed it back to him, their fingers brushing as Cas’ touch lingered. “Was I not supposed to?” Cas asked, offering Dean his saddest soft eyes.

Linking their fingers together, Dean quickly leaned over to brush his lips over Cas’ knuckles before settling their joined hands on the table. “I guess that’s fine,” Dean teased lightly. “But I’d like to officially propose to you before we go telling everyone.”

The expression on Cas’ face softened even more as he utterly beamed at Dean. “You already know what my answer is,” Cas murmured gently.

God. When had Dean turned this sappy? When had he become the person who utterly melted just seeing Cas smile? Maybe it was when he fell in love. Or maybe it was when he knew this was his forever.

“I know,” Dean said, shifting his hand until he could rub his thumb over Cas’ ring finger. “Let me put a ring on you first, then we can decide a date for the wedding. Deal?” Dean asked softly.

Hey, hey. Dean. You good? You good?  I gotcha.  

So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh? Welcome to higher education.