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Short chapter is short. Sorry about that.
Dean's a bit confused, to say the least. Half a second ago, he was kneeling in front of Cas, now he's flat on his back on the bed. If he didn't know better, Dean would think Cas still had his mojo. For a moment he mourns Cas' angel-y-ness, but is quickly distracted by the feel of lips pressed against his. He moans and opens his mouth to the kiss, Cas nipping at his pillow-y lower lip. Cas takes his lips away and Dean's groan of protest is cut off by Cas' lips and teeth against Dean's stubble-covered jaw, then his neck. Cas pulls Dean's shirt off and lowers his lips to Dean's chest. Dean's fingers tangle in Cas' hair. "Cas," he says confusedly, "Cas, what's happening?" "I would think it's obvious, Dean." "I mean-oh fuck!- I thought you wanted to wait." "No," Cas mumbles against Dean's sternum, "Can't wait. Need you now, Dean." "I thought" "Dean, are you seriously trying to dissuade me from this?" "Yes!" Dean shouts. "I-" Cas pulls away "I thought you wanted me." Dean takes, Cas' face in his hands, gently kissing his lips." "I do want you, I swear I do, but, you were talking about wanting more and i want that, too. I want your first time to be special, not some quickie in my brother's room." Cas looks at Dean, his eyes shining with some emotion Dean can't identify and he kisses Dean's lips again. "Sometimes i think you're too good to be true, Dean." "I think the same thing about you." Cas laid his head on Dean's chest. "Hey, Cas-" Dean starts, "I=I love you." Cas lifts his head from Dean's chest and looks into Dean's eyes. "I love you too, Dean, I always have."
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