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200. Memories

When they got back to the bunker – which seemed emptier and far larger now that Sam and Rose were gone and in their own place – Dean made them a cup of coffee each and they sat together at one of the long tables, Cas nuzzling into Dean.

"Remember all the times I'd come out in just a robe and you'd just drag me to the bedroom?" Dean grinned. "Fun times."

"I still do that, Dean." Cas took a sip of coffee.

"Yeah but – shut up, Cas! I'm being nostalgic!"

"Do you remember the first Halloween party we had with Charlie? I disliked the angel costume she gave me, so you dressed me up as a 'sexy angel'."

"What? You're sexy as hell in that trench coat. And remember the first time we slept together? Man, you're an animal in bed, Cas."

Cas' cheeks flushed pink, which Dean found adorable as hell, and he looked away.

"What? It's true. Sex with you is the best. And…it's not just sex. It's…y'know…"

"Our profound bond, which heightens our emotional connection when we make love?"

"Okay, first off, I told you not to call it that. And second, that's way too cheesy."

"If you say so, Dean."

Dean went to refill their mugs and Cas immediately leaned back against him. This time, Dean put an arm around him and absently stroked his hair.

"Remember all those times I could never sleep?" Dean said. "And you'd just stay up with me, even though you got all grumpy in the morning, and you'd make me a hot drink and we'd just talk about random crap."

"And the time when you helped to heal me after memories of April began to haunt me. I felt terrible for not sleeping with you during that time but you were amazing, Dean."

"Dude, I love sex but it's not that important. I went for two years without it after you died in that lake with the Leviathans. I think that was around the time I started to realise that I liked you in more than a 'bro' way. I mean, I knew I wanted to bone you before then but I didn't realise that I actually liked you."

Cas smiled and leaned up to give Dean a long kiss. Dean closed his eyes and reciprocated, the love he had for his husband making his chest ache.

"I also remember the time you proposed to me. I still keep that ID with my most valuable possessions. I keep everything you give me there."

Something warm erupted in Dean's chest and he tangled his fingers in Cas' hair, pulled his angel's hair back gently and kissed him hard, setting down his coffee to cup Cas' face with his other hand. Sometimes, even all these years later, it still amazed him how different and yet how much more perfect Cas' rough, stubbled cheeks and sharp, straight face and body were compared to the smooth, satiny curves of every other woman he'd been with. He still found boobs and soft skin and curvy female bodies appealing – that part of him would never go away – but why did he need them when he had his Castiel? Why should he even think about them when he had his perfect, beautiful angel?

"Damn you, Cas," he mumbled. "If anyone had told my younger self that I'd end up playing housewife with a guy ex-angel…"

"You would have hit them," Cas chuckled. "I know. You tell me this often. But…you're not disappointed? That you ended up with me for the rest of your life? I know that I'm the first male that you have truly had feelings for – even though as an angel, I technically had no gender –"

Dean glared down at Cas, cutting him off, and cupped both of his cheeks, forcing Cas to look him in the eye. His stomach lurched at that amazing blue gaze, which never failed to strike him speechless time after time.

"If I was disappointed," he said furiously, "would I have stuck around with you for over ten years? Would I have been your human for five years? Would I have married you? Heck, would I have talked about having a kid with you? You know me, Cas. You've known me for over ten years. Can you honestly tell me that I'd be talking about homes and kids and all this cheesy, apple pie stuff and sleeping with you and remembering all our greatest hits if I really hated being with you?"

Dean panted slightly after finishing his speech. Cas stared at him for a moment, open-mouthed, and then his face darkened with lust and love and he yanked Dean back in for a searing kiss. Dean pulled Cas closer and when he stuck his tongue into Cas' mouth, his angel pulled away.

"Take me to bed, Dean," Cas growled, his voice even deeper and rougher than usual. "Let's make some more memories."

Dean wanted to groan at how cheesy that line was. But with Cas looking at him like that and all of his blood rushing away from his upstairs head, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"You ever say that again and I'll gag you," he threatened. Cas just raised an eyebrow – the 'dom eyebrow', as Dean had christened it. Dean immediately felt his insides begin to heat up.

"I'll hold you to that promise, Dean. Now, let's go to bed before I do something very rash."