„This one's my favorite."
Dean smiles, looking reminiscent as the song starts playing. Cas frowns slightly at the loud guitars in the beginning but as the vocals come in, the corners of his mouth lift.
„That is a nice song indeed," he says quietly, listening attentively to the lyrics. Dean blushes and looks down, still smiling awkwardly. There is a short moment of silence.
„Isn't this song the same one you often hum to me before sleep, Dean?" Cas asks, gazing into Dean's green eyes a little bit hesitantly, the other man still looking down. When Dean doesn't answer, he tries again. „Because if it is, then I'm glad to get to know its meaning. And that you... chose this one for me."
Dean finally lifts his head and there is something resembling a spark of happiness in his eyes. It might be what he usually calls a chick flick moment, but as they stare at each other for a couple of seconds, he likes it. Or, well, pretty much – loves it.
The stillness is broken when he leans in a small bit, as if to start something, and Cas gets it so he leans in, too, and their lips meet lightly in one of those small kisses they exchange quite often when they're alone. They might make Dean feel vulnerable or something like that, because he isn't one for naming his feelings, but he doesn't mind. It's good and Cas seems to be pleased with this closeness - that's all he really cares about.
When their lips break apart they don't lean back; their foreheads still connected, looking at each other, their eyes seeking something that is not easy to catch. The moment lasts long, but not one of them hurries to end it; they both smile, and the song is still playing.
You're my angel
come and save me tonight
You're my angel
come and make it alright
„I will," is what Castiel says in an almost inaudible whisper, which for Dean is like the most touchy-feely thing he's ever heard, but he throws that thought away and lets himself whisper back: „You do."