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They laid in bed together, basking in the afterglow. Castiel snuggled up to Dean, trailing his fingers along his chest.
"That was...."
"Amazing."
"Yes, it was."
"So... What happens now?"
"More of this, I hope."
"Easy there, Casanova," Dean said, laughing, "give me a chance to catch my breath!"
He kissed the angel's forehead, pulling him closer.
"I never thought it would happen. This is all I've ever wanted."
"Thank you, Dean."
"For what?"
"Everything."
"Always, Cas."
And Dean drifted off in Cas's arms.
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Castiel hated to wake Dean, but he knew he couldn't stay. He had to get back to looking for Lucifer. He kissed Dean on the cheek to wake him.
Dean's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at the angel.
"Hey, assbutt."
"It wasn't a dream. You're really here."
"Yes."
"And we really just..."
"Yes."
Dean smiled.
"Awesome."
Cas told Dean that he had to leave, but they would talk very soon. They shared one more loving kiss, and Dean fell asleep, still smiling.
When Castiel got to the truck, Crowley was there waiting.
"Finished canoodling, have we? Did you forget our little Luci problem?"
Cas punched him in the arm and got into the truck. As they started driving, Crowley looked over to the angel about to interrogate him on why he took so long, when he noticed a purplish bruise peeking out from the collar of the angel's trenchcoat. Wide-eyed, mouth gaping, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick text...
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Sam woke up with a pounding headache. Cursing himself for passing out in the chair, he begrudgingly got up and wandered to his room. As he made his way slowly down the hall, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from Crowley.
You owe me twenty bucks.
Sam smiled. It would be the best bet he ever lost.