Cas smells like the moment after a storm. He smells like redemption and salvation and some much needed sleep. Cas tastes like indulgence and craving and a faint taste of sugar. Dean loves the way Cas smells and tastes. Dean loves Cas.

Dean smells like the fist fire you made yourself. He smells like accomplishment and glory and perfectly flawed beings. Dean tastes like pride and sanctity and the upswell of music in the happy ending of a movie. Cas loves Dean's taste and smell. Cas loves Dean.