A/N: Hello! I've got nothing to say here...
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Castiel was seated uncomfortably inside the small plane. He looked over the window and saw the great distance from the ground below him. He shuddered internally. Dean, who was sitting across from him, asked, "Hey, this is fun. You should try it sometime."
Castiel looked him dead in the eye and responded, "This is not fun. This is reckless and stupid."
"C'mon! You've flown before, haven't you? Shouldn't this feel similar?" Dean questioned.
"This…this absurd elevation is definitely not what I saw when I was an angel."
"Well, now you've got something new."
Cas and Dean waited until the pilot and their instructor prepped them and allowed them to take off. Cas gripped Dean's hand firmly as they edged near the exit.
"I've always wondered how falling angels felt when they descended," Cas speculated.
Dean stared at him. He didn't realize how skydiving would affect Cas, since his brothers and sisters experienced the same thing except without a parachute. He pressed his lips on Cas's, assuring him that he would be fine.
"On count of three, we'll both jump, okay?" Dean said to Cas. Cas nodded silently. "Okay…one…two…THREE!"
Cas's legs sprung forward of their own accord. It wasn't long before he was face to face with God's greatest creation. What was initially fear turned to thrill as Cas felt the accelerating wind on his face. Dean's hand was still in his, and it was perfect. He swore he heard Dean laugh from the rush, but he didn't pay heed to it for he was in complete bliss.
"CAS! PULL ON YOUR PARACHUTE STRING IN THREE…TWO…ONE!" Dean shouted against the deafening air. The both of them pulled on the string simultaneously and slowed in their descent.
"Wasn't so bad, right?" Dean asked.
"It was amazing," Castiel replied in awe. He was staring at the world around him. Mountains, oceans, forests…all were beautiful in their own special way. He looked at Dean. Yep…same went for him too. He captured Dean's lips in his. "Thank you, Dean."