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185. Colour
"Charlie's the best!" Rose beamed. "She got us the best spot!"
"Hurry up, bitches! You'll miss the fireworks!" Charlie called. Snickering, the other four hurried to catch up with her, navigating through the minefield of people also gathering to watch the fireworks. The large, grassy field was white with snow and the air was bitingly cold but they were bundled up with layers and it was New Year's Eve! There were going to be fireworks! Who cared?
"Excited for these fireworks?" Dean grinned to Cas as Sam and Rose discussed wedding plans. "They're gonna be way better than those crummy ones we set off in that field ages ago."
"Our fireworks weren't crummy," Cas said firmly. "They were beautiful and we had a wonderful time."
Dean's grin widened and he grabbed Cas' hand and tugged him along, deftly stepping over people's hands. They found Charlie waiting next to a blanket weighed down with snacks and Dean eagerly sank down onto the blanket and ripped open a bag of Doritos.
"You rule, Charlie!" he said through his mouthful of corn chips. Charlie smirked and opened a bag of fruity candies, taking a strawberry-flavoured one and holding the bag out to Rose. The sound of chanting began to fill the air.
"The countdown's started!" Rose cried. A wide smile on his face, Sam gathered her into his arms and held her close to his side, resting his chin on her blonde head. Not one to be outdone by his bitch of a little brother, Dean tugged Cas close, setting his angel between his legs and burying his face in Cas' dark hair. Smiling contentedly, he closed his eyes and ignored the countdown going on in the background.
"Love you, Cas," he mumbled. "Love you so much. Your hair, your eyes, your dorkiness…just everything. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me."
He felt Cas melt back into him and then turn his head to press a kiss to his jaw. Dean groaned softly and opened his eyes so that he could see the bursts of colour in the sky as people cheered and whooped and celebrated the start of a new year. But nothing could compare to the bright reflections in Cas' eyes, or the pure love that he could see there – a love that still staggered him. Of all the people in the world, Cas had picked him and it never ceased to amaze him with every passing day.
"I love you too, Dean," Cas said. "I also love everything about you, from your beautiful eyes to your stunning soul and amazing heart. Happy New Year."
Dean felt as though he'd been dunked in warm chocolate. Grinning idiotically, he ran his fingers through Cas' soft hair and watched the fireworks while savouring the feeling of having his husband – his beautiful angel – held securely in his arms and the rest of his family enjoying the bright colours in the dark sky.