"May I see your hand ?" Cas asked.
Sam was off at the library to do some deep digging on the town's history, while Dean stayed behind to find out just what they were dealing with. Strange deaths were occurring with no connection between victims. Sam was positive it was a witch, but Dean wasn't so sure.
"Why?" Dean responded, barely glancing up from the computer screen. Cas let out an annoyed huff.
"Just give me it." Dean handed his hand to Cas, all attention on the case. They had to figure this out before any one else...
Dean felt soft taps on his hand they were slightly wet and extremely soft. He looked dover at Cas, who was kissing his hand.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Despite Dean's tone, he didn't pull his hand away. He felt strangely comfortable. Cas finished kissing his hand and held it back to admire his work.
He broke out in a grin and said, "Here, freckles are angel kisses." He let go of Dean's hand. Dean saw he had a bunch of freckles shaped into a heart on the back of his hand.
"Cas! I can't walk around with this on my hand!" Once again, Dean felt strangely comfortable with these new freckles. Except that Sam would get the wrong idea and think they were sleeping together. And that wasn't a rumor he wanted going around.
Cas smiled. "Well, I guess I'll just have to keep kissing you." Cas climbed up up onto the chair Dean was in and straddled him. Cas went down and lightly kissed the eldest Winchester. When Cas broke away, Dean broke out into a grin. This was going to be fun.
Dean laid in bed wit his angel burrowed into his chest. The Winchester examined his hand. As promised, the heart pattern was lost among millions of other freckles. Now he just needed to find a way to explain all these new freckles to Sam.