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A few weeks later, Dean and Cas were lying together in bed, still sweaty from sex. They were both tired, sore and couldn't be happier. Dean had his arm wrapped around Cas, whose head was lying on Dean's chest with their legs tangled together. (Yes, Dean was snuggling. Before Cas he never knew that he liked it. Snuggling didn't work with the 'hump 'em and dump 'em' attitude his life had previously required. So, fine, okay, yes, Dean was snuggling but he got Cas to swear that he would never tell anyone Dean liked to snuggle, especially not Sam.)
Cas was nuzzling Dean's chest which had Dean almost purring and Dean was running his fingers through Cas' hair which had Cas actually purring, when, without stopping his nuzzles, Cas suddenly said "Dean, I'm falling." Dean's head shot up off the pillow, jostling Cas' head off his chest. Dean's eyes were wide and fixed on Cas, his heartbeat frantic.
"What? No! You can't be falling! Is it my fault? Is it because of what we're doing here?" Cas sat up suddenly and glared at Dean.
"Of course it's not your fault! Why would you think that what we're-" Cas quickly deflated, "Do you not like what we're doing?" He asked, his voice incredibly soft. Dean was quick to respond; Cas' sadness was heart breaking.
"No, I love it. I love you! But..." his voice went soft, too, "what we're doing, isn't it a sin?" Cas' expression changed from sad to something Dean couldn't decipher and he pressed his face against Dean's neck, nuzzling again.
"Dean, love is never a sin." Cas felt Dean's rapid heartbeat start to slow.
"Cas, sex isn't love." Dean yelped as Cas bit his neck harder than Dean liked and pulled his face away from Dean's neck, looking at him sternly.
"It is when you do it right. This?" Cas touched Dean's chest, then his own, "Us? It's love. The sex we have is just one of the ways we express our love."
Dean's eyes were not watery, go-, dammit, they weren't. (Cas got very upset when Dean mentioned God in bed, which was understandable. Who wants to hear their father's name when they're having sex?)
"If it isn't a sin, then why are you falling?" Cas snorted like this was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard and lay his head on Dean's pillow, his expression telling Dean that, even with the laugh, what he was about to say was very important.
"I didn't mean I'm falling right now, I mean that I'm going to fall; I'm choosing to fall." Dean just blinked at Cas; incredulous.
"Why would you do that? When you were losing your angel-y-ness before, you hated it. Now you want to be completely human? Why?" Cas pressed his cheek against Deans.
"For you. What kind of love would it be if we didn't grow old together?"
Reviewers will receive their very own…Brand! New! Car! No, jk, but reviews make me happy and happy writers write more. This story has at most one to two other epilogues, but if you're waiting for an update to Angel Blood, I'm not giving you an ultimatum or anything, but happy writers also write better smut and more of it. Lastly, but most certainly not leastly (I know it's not a real word but it's fun to say); Misha Collins is awesome.