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162. Firefly

"Dean!" Cas whispered, turning on the spot and staring around at the millions of balls of light around them. "Fireflies!"

"I know," Dean muttered, swatting several away and nearly choking on a few more. His eyes were quickly drawn to his angel, who was still staring in wonder at the pinpricks around him, and delicious warmth began to spread all through him, as though he'd curled up next to a crackling fire or drunk a whole cup of hot chocolate. How could he fall deeper and deeper in love with Cas every day? How was it possible to love his angel even more?

"They're so beautiful," Cas said quietly. "When I was an angel, they were simply insects that used bioluminescence in order to attract a mate. But now that I'm human…"

"You appreciate the simpler things," Dean finished. Cas nodded, his wondrous expression illuminated by the fireflies. Before Dean knew what he was doing, he grabbed Cas and pulled his angel down onto the grass to lie down with him, arranging them so that Cas was nestled against him and his arms were around Cas. He buried his face in Cas' hair and planted tiny kisses, closing his eyes and inhaling the smell of the apple and coconut shampoo that his husband used.

"This will be one of our best memories in Heaven," Cas murmured, turning his head slightly to observe a cluster of fireflies. Dean once again felt warm and fuzzy and his arms tightened around Cas.

"Definitely," he agreed, bringing a hand up to stroke Cas' hair and pressing another kiss to his angel's head. "Although to be honest, I don't even care about the fireflies. I'm just watching you."

Cas snorted.

"You just want to sleep with me," he said.

"No, I don't," Dean said honestly. "I just wanna lie here and hold you and watch you. I'd take this over sex any day."

He heard Cas begin to purr softly and he groaned.

"Damn you, Cas. I was never this much of a chick until you came along. I don't think I've said that to any of my other girlfriends."

"Well, I'm not a girl," Cas said in amusement.

"That just makes it even worse."

"I'm also not just another lover. I'm your angel and your husband. And you're my human."

Dean was certain that he was on fire, only it was the good kind of fire.

"Damn you," he mumbled again. "How do you do it, Cas? How do you make me – make me love you so frigging much?"

Cas chuckled softly.

"I suspect that the answer to that question is the same as the answer as to how you make me feel such immense love for you too. I also suspect that it's an answer that we will never know."

Dean, unable to help it, tilted Cas' head up and kissed him on the lips.

"So long as I get to hold you every day, I don't wanna know the answer," he said. "And I don't care how frigging cheesy that sounds."

A wide smile splitting his face, Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder and just stared up at him, occasionally nuzzling into his neck and leaving little kisses. Dean just stared right back into his angel's blue eyes, finally understanding why Sam and Charlie had called these 'eye sex' moments. Not that he'd ever tell them that.