Dean let out a sigh. A long sigh. Not one of angst or exasperation, but one of release, of comfort, of sanity. Because for once in his painful life, it seemed as if Dean Winchester was at peace.
Cas looked over, moving his hand from his own lap to Dean's. Screw that. Cas shifted closer to him and laid his head on Dean's shoulder. His eyes finding Dean's triumphant green eyes, then shifting to the blazing fireplace just feet away from the two. His attention was brought back by a hand running through his soft hair.
"Hi Cas."
The angel brought his gaze once again into Dean's eyes, those green, green eyes, and longed to call them his own.
And without a falter in his voice, a crack in his eyes, Dean uttered in a matter-of-fact tone: "I love you."
And it was at that point that Castiel was engulfed with the flushed cheeks, courtesy of Dean, and it was at that exact point that Cas realized he honestly, truly loved this man.
And it was at that point that Dean decided to tilt his head, ever so slightly, and then a bit more, and some more, all while moving his head so little forward toward the magnificent creature that was Cas. And so Cas played along and grabbed Dean by the neck, finishing his journey by pulling him in and enveloping his lips until those two were the only things left in the faltered world.
And there they sat, kissing, in the dimly lit room they called home.