even though cas is back from the empty, even though they’re together… dean can’t bring himself to kiss cas. because that would make it real. that would make this.. make them… they’d finally cross that last unspoken line drawn between them for all these years. days shift into weeks and merge into months. and even though they sleep next to each other and cas will link their fingers together and dean will pull cas close into his arms… they still haven’t kissed. but see… the thing is. when they finally do kiss. when cas is the one who finally closes that last breath of space, pressing a chaste feather light kiss to the corner of dean’s mouth late one random wednesday evening… it shifts everything. cas takes a step backwards, moving away from dean, but dean darts his hand out, snagging cas’ sleeve and stopping him from pulling away. dean just stares at cas for a long moment, gaze darting between cas’ eyes and then his lips and then back up to his eyes again. and dean quietly realizes they can have this. slowly, dean draws cas closer, and without a word, he’s the one who presses their lips together in a kiss. their first real kiss. it’s soft and quiet and over too quickly. but then cas is leaning in again and there’s another short kiss and then another. and the kisses start to get longer and more urgent; hands fumbling as bodies are pulled closer and breathy gasps are shared between their mouths. as dean chases cas’ mouth, he realizes they could’ve had this all along, and now he has it, he’s going to spend every moment from now on kissing cas breathless
