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So this prompt was inspired by a funny little story. Y'see, I have a small collection of Funko pop vinyl figures and I usually have Dean and Cas right in each other's faces. Today, I got home to find that all my figures had fallen over and Sam was kissing Henry's eye (but let's not focus on that), while Cas had fallen face-first onto Dean's crotch.
I am legit not even joking.
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152. Fall
"Dean! Wait up!" Castiel called. Dean just shot a cocky smirk over his shoulder and descended the hill even faster, leaving Castiel to try and quicken his pace without falling and rolling down the hill. Dean finally reached the bottom but Castiel was still a little way up the hill, so he tried to go even faster. However, in his haste, he tripped over once he reached Dean and went flying and when Dean tried to catch him, his human was just brought down as well.
"Ouch! Dammit, Cas!" Dean groaned, lifting his head. Castiel grunted in pain and planted one hand on the ground, pushing himself slightly off Dean, and then opened his eyes. Through his skewed glasses, he saw that Dean's hair was full of bits of grass and dirt and the sun shining overhead illuminated his human's eyes, making them appear to be glowing green. A wave of euphoria washed over Castiel.
"Dean," he grinned.
"What?" Dean grumbled.
"I fell for you."
"…What?"
"I fell for you, Dean. I literally fell for you."
Dean blinked and then began to laugh. The sight of his happy, glowing husband was too much and Castiel, grinning widely and chuckling, bent down and began to shower Dean's face with kisses. He planted little kisses on Dean's nose, on his cheeks, on his forehead and on his lips (though these ones lasted a little longer), still laughing in between.
"God, I love you, Cas," Dean chortled, wiping his eyes. Hot blood surged through Castiel's body and he felt as though his wings had regrown and were carrying him high up into the sky. Once again, he was grateful for becoming human – no angel could ever feel love this potent or deep!
"I love you too, Dean." Castiel cupped Dean's face and pressed his lips to his human's firmly. "I love you so much that, in all of the languages I know, there are no words to describe it."
Dean's cheeks stained a dirty pink.
"You can't say stuff like that, Cas," he complained as he wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled him even closer, moulding their bodies together. Castiel closed his eyes, warm and secure in Dean's embrace, and pressed his ear to Dean's chest. The steady thumping of Dean's heart calmed Castiel and he began to purr gently – a shadow of the way his grace used to resonate when he was content.
"Why not?" he said in a low voice. "It's true, Dean. Even I sometimes cannot comprehend how much I love you."
Dean groaned but Castiel felt his human kiss his head, so he knew that Dean wasn't really annoyed. Purring again, he allowed Dean's strong heartbeat and arms and the warm sun to lull him to sleep.