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Kiss #17 - Tucking their hands beneath the other person's shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin

For @tootiredmotel‘s 500 followers celebration, prompt: I can’t believe you.

50 types of kisses collection. Also posted on ao3.

“It’s a bunch of contrived Hollywood bullshit. It’s not some magical moment when you kiss someone for the first time,” Dean said, shutting off the cliche romance movie and chucking the remote at Sam’s head.

“That’s because you’ve never felt true love,” Sam teased, laughing when Jack nodded along very solemnly.

“You need to find your true love, Dean. Like Snow White found her true love with the prince and his kiss woke her up,” Jack pointed out.

Sighing in exasperation, Dean shoved at Cas’ leg with his foot. “This is your fault. You’ve got your son watching Disney cliches. Real life ain’t like that. There aren't sparks. The world doesn’t stop spinning when you kiss someone for the first time.”

Cas cocked his head, squinting at Dean for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s true, Dean. First kisses can be special.”

Dean snorted, stealing the almost empty bowl of popcorn from Cas’ lap and eating a few pieces before flicking one at Jack just to hear the kid laugh. “You don’t have any room to talk. You’ve kissed two people- one was Meg and the other was a Reaper who tried to kill you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Cas stole the bowl back and hurled a piece of popcorn at Dean. “And yet I still believe in the spark of a first kiss. Stop being so cynical, Dean.”

“I’m not being-” Dean started, then cut himself off as an idea sprung to mind. To be fair, it wasn’t the most brilliant idea he’d ever come up with, but it would make his point. Just gotta ignore Sam and the inevitable teasing this was going to cause. “Alright, here. Do you trust me?” Dean asked, nudging at Cas’ thigh again.

Cas furrowed his brows, thrown off kilter by Dean’s question. “Yes, you know I do. What does that have to do with anything?”

Alright, time to bite the bullet. This was just to prove Cas wrong. It didn’t mean anything. “Just, trust me on this, alright? I’m going to kiss you, just to prove there isn’t some magic spark associated with a first kiss.”

“Oh, now this I’ve gotta see,” Sam said, words infused with laughter as the sound of shuffling reached Dean’s ears.

But Dean wasn’t looking Sam’s way. Didn’t even spare him a glance as he muttered, “Shut up, bitch,” at his brother, because this wasn’t about Sam.

This was about Cas. And Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from Cas. Cas, who was now licking his lower lip and giving Dean a look that the hunter couldn’t decipher. Cas, who was already leaning in a little closer, his eyes lingering on Dean’s mouth in a way that had shivers dancing up Dean’s spine.

“I trust you,” Cas said, low and breathy, and Goddamn, this was definitely a no-good, very bad, awful decision, but Dean couldn’t stop himself from closing the gap.

They both leaned in together, bumping noses slightly, and Dean caught the edge of Cas’ mouth in a chaste brush. Idiot. ‘Way to mess up the kiss, Winchester.’

Realigning, Dean angled his head slightly and captured Cas’ lips against his own.

Doesn’t mean anything. Definitely doesn’t mean anything. Doesn’t mean-

Oh God.

Cas’ lips pressed softly against his own, feather light and gentle as they kissed. It was tender and slow, and Dean’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. And then they were grasping for each other, pulling each other closer as Dean’s hands found their way to Cas’ tie and Cas’ arms wrapped around Dean’s neck.

Dean wasn’t sure which one of them deepened the kiss, but God, he didn’t care. Cas’ lips were moving against his own, pulling back slightly before diving back in to kiss Dean again; more insistently and desperately.

Their tongues brushed against each other at the same time, and Dean felt his blood light on fire at the touch. A noise slipped into the space between them, and maybe it was Dean who had gasped or maybe it was Cas, but all Dean wanted was more, more, more.

Pulling Cas in by the tie, Dean nipped at the angel’s lower lip and soothed over it with his tongue before gliding their lips together again. Cas hummed in pleasure, fingers tugging at Dean’s hair as they continued to kiss; faster and then slower, feather light and then all at once.

Shifting his hands from Cas’ tie to his lower back, Dean tugged up the edge of Cas’ shirt and slipped his hands up along his spine. Suddenly, Cas broke the kiss with a sharp noise of surprise.

“I can’t believe you. Your hands are freezing,” Cas muttered in shock, nose bumping against Dean’s again in the infinitesimal space between them.

“Here, let me just-” Dean started to say, attempting to pull his hands away, but Cas moved quicker, holding Dean’s wrists exactly where they were.

They lingered for half a second, Dean spreading his palm along the bare skin of Cas’ back, feeling the warmth radiating up into his fingertips.

“Shut up and kiss me, Dean,” Cas murmured, but before Dean could even process the words, Cas was chasing his mouth into another kiss.

This time the kiss was frantic; desperate and hungry as Cas kissed Dean as if the room had no air and Dean was the only source of oxygen. Dean felt dizzy with desire, lungs burning and room spinning as Cas kissed him and kissed him and didn’t stop kissing him.

It was so so good, God, Dean had never been kissed like this in his entire life.

Licking his way into Cas’ mouth, Cas gasped as Dean deepened the kiss; memorizing the way Cas tasted and how the angel shivered as their tongues wrapped around each other.

And that was when the sparks flew; loud popping echoed in the air as the lights in the bunker burst all at once; sending a shower of sparks down around them.

Dean pulled back, blinking hazily in the glow as the bunker’s emergency lights flickered on. “Did you… did you just-” he stuttered out, glancing up at the blown light bulbs in awe.

“Sparks,” Cas whispered, and the way his voice came out like a prayer, Dean swore his heart was going to leap out of his chest.

It was exactly like the first night they met, lights exploding and sparks flying, and God, how had Dean not seen it before? Cas had already given him that magic; had already proven that he was Dean’s true love.

“I knew it! First kisses are a magical moment!” Jack cheered, startling both Dean and Cas.

Shit. When had Sam and Jack shown up? Were they always there? Dean couldn’t remember. Sam had this knowing smirk on his face as he looked between Dean and Cas, and yeah, alright, maybe Dean had lost his round. But also, he’d kinda won, too.

“I heard second kisses are just as magical as first kisses,” Dean said, tapping his fingers softly against Cas’ spine.

“Prove it,” Cas said, teasing and giddy all at once.