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Zombie

The couple stood back to back, axes and machetes flying, both covered in someone else's blood (mostly, Cas had panicked when that one creature got too close to Dean's neck). Just another day in their lives.

Except the zombies kept coming. Like a freakin' conveyer belt', as the hunter had observed. And they were exhausted. When Dean had imagined his future, he knew there would always be monsters and angels and demons but would it kill the universe to take the weekend off?

The hunter took a swing at the drooling hoard in front of him. "Didn't we already do zombies with those"

"That was a dream sequence, Dean." Cas moved the ae through the air but only nicked one of the zombies.

"Oh. Right. Still, isn't this a little cliché?" Dean felled two more zombies and three more came out of the woodwork.

"Well, the living dead is a common motif in many cultures. It stands to reason that"

"Stop." The hunter grunted as he cut one creature out of the way and beheaded another, then looked over his shoulder at his partner. "I regret letting you read. We should have just stuck with my movie marathons. You're too nerdy now."

Cas took out another zombie – the last on his side, at least – and turned his attentions towards the open door where zombies are practically gushing out. "The only reason we stopped doing movie marathons was because you did more groping than watching."

"Like you didn't enjoy it." The couple took simultaneous swings with their weapons and boldly stepped forward.

"I would have enjoyed it more if you would have let me watch." The couple stared at each other. At least Cas was finally learning the fine art of sexual innuendo. "You know what I mean."

Dean had to smirk as he took off two heads with a single blow. "Sex has made you snarky."

But Cas only huffed in frustration, knocking a zombie over his shoulder and letting his axe descend upon its head. "Not sex, Dean, you. You have made me...irritated." His swings became more chaotic but they still stepped forward, heading for the gushing door. "Everything has to be your way. You never ask what I want."

Dean felled another zombie before raising his arms in defeat. "What do you want, Cas?"

"That's not the point." Cas took swings – and steps forward – in time with his frustration. The point is" swing "you" swing "never" swing "asked." One more zombie fell to the ground.

Dean had to duck one of Cas's wayward blows but he kept fighting as the moved closer and closer to the door. "I'm sorry, okay. I don't exactly have a lot of experience being married to an angel."

They were so close now. "You think I have a lot of experience being married to a hunter?"

"You certainly have more experience with certain things than you ever told me." Dean ducked a zombie's lunge, flipping it over his back and decapitating it with a stomp to its neck.

Cas was close enough to touch the open door so he dropped his axe and reached for it. "Seriously? Tiamat was a long time ago. You've been with plenty of women and you don't see me getting jealous whenever we run into one of your many ex girlfriends." Not that he didn't get jealous but Dean never saw it. That was the point.

"There you go, calling me a man-whore again." Dean growled in frustration before moved to help, covering Cas's ass while he struggled to push the door closed. Warehouse doors weren't particularly heavy but they were pressed by the weight of a seemingly endless army of the undead. It wasn't exactly light.

"If the shoe fits." The couple closed the door, leaving them in a room piled with headless zombies. Great. Neither of them were really focused on that, though.

"What did you just say to me?" Dean confronted his husband.

"I said," Cas fought back, lifting his chin to the hunter, goading him on "you are selfish and arrogant and a whore."

Dean stepped into Cas's personal space, trying to tower over him the way Sam always did to both of them. "And you are stubborn, prudish and a tight ass."

"You never listen to me, and I am beyond tired of your lectures about your car."

"Don't you bring my baby into this." There were toe to toe, their faces flush with anger, their eyes wide with fury.

"That's exactly it, you treat that car like it's a precious child instead of a transportation vehicle." Cas had grown animated, waving his hands for emphasis. "It's a car, Dean."

"Just because angels don't get sentimental doesn't mean us flawed humans don't."

"How would I know about sentimentality when I'm only an angel?" Cas put a single pointer finger to Dean's chest and pushed, his pale face bright red, his chest heaving. "Just as you will only ever be a hunter."

"Stubborn jack ass."

"Self-centered slut."

"I hate you."

"I hate you."

"Are you as turned on as I am right now?"

"Probably more so, as an angel, my sense are heightened to"

"Shut up." Dean pulled Cas into a passionate kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, held at the waist, bent over from the weight of their desire. Cas returned the favor with snaking arms and a leg slowly raising up between Dean's. The angel had learnt much over the years. After the music swelled and faded, Dean pulled back, letting their foreheads rest against each other. "I love you."

"I love you." Cas couldn't help but smile. He was very happy, indeed, despite a hoard of zombies banging on the door. "Happy anniversary."

"Who needs candlelight and champagne?" Dean smirked, not even close to letting Cas out of his arms.

The angel raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Actually, I was looking on the internet and I have a few ideas about what we can do with candle wax."

The hunter's face lit up, not just with expectation, but with pride and excitement. His angel really had learnt so much in their time together. "I take back any time I called you an unimaginative prude."

But he still looked kind of cute when he furrowed his eyebrows and squinted in confusion. "You never called me 'unimaginative'."

Dean shrugged. "I did in my head."

"Dean"

"Shh," Dean placed a finger on the angel's lips before replacing it with another kiss. "Let it happen."

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