For once, in the Winchester's bunker, it was quite, peaceful- Hell even homey they'd say. No stray angels trying to talk to Cas- or kill Gabe, No demon attacks, No addictions or visits from ones they once thought were dead. Only the brothers and their two angels. It's funny, how they had gotten to this point, once enemies and just a "profound bond" had grown to love. One the brothers were certain they would never get, considering their history and the terrible "Winchester Curse". At this moment, each brother were in their respective bedroom with their angel.
Dean and Cas laid next to each other, green fan fiction-perfect eyes meeting ocean blue ones. They smiled in contentment, even Dean who, if you already didn't know, doesn't like "chick flick" moments. He obviously would do anything for his angel. It seems as thou they had been there for hours, when they'd only laid down 20 minutes before. Dean leaned in and pressed a small feather-like kiss to Cas' forehead. Cas had broken into big smiles and a little bit of giggles. Dean smiled back and the most lovingly way. The giggles had died down and they were back to staring and little smiles when- "Achoo!" Cas sneezes rather loudly. Scaring Dean, although he'll deny that later, so much that he jumped back and fell flat on his back on the floor of his bedroom.
Cas straight out laughs as he looked to his fallen lover. Dean, still being mad, tries his hardest not to laugh or smile at the cute sound he loves so. He fails his goal and smiles at the adorkable laughing angel. Dean grabs at Cas' tie and abruptly pulls the angel to the floor. Cas land on Dean and smiles as Dean groans at being toppled. Dean rolls over so he is on top of Cas, smiling at his sweet angel. They laugh together for the last time and share a gentle and love filled kiss. "I love you, my angel." "I love you too, my hunter."
