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“Dean, I-”

Dean’s nose brushed against Cas’ ear lobe seconds before his lips replaced the trail. “I know sweetheart,” Dean murmured into Cas’ ear, nuzzling his nose into that spot behind Cas’ ear again. “I know.”

The breath in Cas’ lungs stuttered out almost painfully as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was too much, too much, not enough. Being the center of Dean’s attention like this. Being touched and kissed and held in the most agonizingly tender way possible made Cas’ heart clench in his chest.

Those sinfully beautiful lips dropped down onto the bolt of Cas’ jaw and Cas let out a broken whine. Dean’s hand nudged Cas’ hip down onto the mattress until Cas was lying on his back. 

Finally, finally, Dean pressed his lips to Cas’, and Cas let out the most desperate broken gasp as his hands scrambled on Dean’s shoulder to draw him deeper into the kiss. 

Dean’s tongue soothed along Cas’ lower lip and gently licked into the Angel’s mouth. Every touch was so soft, so slow, and Cas hadn’t even realized when he’d started shaking, but Dean must’ve, because his hands were running up and down Cas’ sides in gentle soothing motions. 

The kisses were agonizingly slow; Dean’s tongue ever-so-slowly tracing over the roof of Cas’ mouth and just faintly grazing against Cas’ tongue before shifting away to lick over the inner seam of Cas’ mouth. 

Cas pulled back from the kiss, heaving in a sharp breath of air and gasping out in frustration, “Dean!”

Shaking his head, Dean dropped down to ghost a chaste kiss against the corner of Cas’ mouth before leaning back again. “Easy, Angel. We’ve got all the time in the world. Slow down with me,” he murmured, brushing his nose against Cas’. “Please.”

Cas arched his back as Dean’s fingers traced down across Cas’ stomach. “Please, please, just- I need…” 

“Shush,” Dean hushed again, covering Cas’ mouth with his own as he swallowed the whine Cas let out. “I’ll give you anything you want, Cas Winchester. Anything.”

Panting, Cas dragged Dean’s body impossibly closer. “Kiss me, Dean, please, just kiss me.”

Nudging his nose against the cupid’s bow of Cas’ lip, Dean murmured, “I love you, my devastating handsome husband.” And then Dean was kissing Cas again.

This time, when Dean’s tongue dipped into Cas’ mouth, he finally allowed their tongues to tangle together. It was electrifying, sending a shock wave of shivers down Cas’ spine as Dean finally kissed him the way Cas had desperately been waiting for. Their lips melded together, as if they were meant to be interlocked forever, and Cas swore he was never ever going to let Dean break this kiss. He’d die locked in this kiss.

It was slow and long, deep and lingering, as Dean ran the tip of his tongue along the flat of Cas’; almost as if Dean was memorizing the taste of Cas in agonizing detail. Dean was huffing sharp breaths through his nose against Cas’ cheek, but he kept their mouths melded together, as if he couldn’t bring himself to break the kiss either.

There was something about this kiss. They’d shared thousands and thousands of kisses over the years. Their first kiss in the Impala. The kiss Cas had given Dean when Dean was on his knees with a ring box in his hands. Their first kiss alone together against the bedroom door after their wedding. 

But this… this kiss right here… this was something so earth-shattering it was almost unbearable. It was so desperate, so tender and fond, so aching, so loving, so all encompassing and all-consuming. Cas had never been more in love with Dean than he was right now in this very moment. He wanted to crack open his chest and absorb Dean’s love directly into his heart.

When Dean finally dropped his head, chest rattling as he drew in rapid heavy lungfuls of air, Cas knew Dean had felt that moment for what it was, too.

They grasped hold of each other, dragging the other into another kiss as fast as they could. Dean could barely keep his lips on Cas’, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Don’t, Dean… please don’t stop,” Cas gasped out. 

“No, no,” Dean uttered back, still drawing in quick breaths against Cas’ mouth without breaking the kiss. When their mouths melted against each other again, tongues wrapping together, bodies aligning as they dragged themselves against each other; Cas was sure his heart had stopped beating.

Time stood still.

It was just them, their mouths intertwined, their bodies one. 

“I… I-I,” Cas gasped into Dean’s mouth. “Love… you.”

With painstaking effort that took more than a couple of attempts, Dean finally slowed the kiss down into something more gentle and soft, but still just as passionate. Their lips still locked, their hearts still racing, Dean traced his fingers over Cas’ cheeks; catching the stray tears that had leaked from Cas’ eyes.

”Happy anniversary,” Dean pressed the words into Cas’ lips.