Over the years Dean imagined countless different scenarios how his first kiss with Castiel would eventually happen.
After a hunt almost gone wrong, with the emotions boiling over so spectacularly accidental love confessions would find their way out into the open, impossible to ignore. Or after a movie marathon with the occasional rom-com thrown into the mix, making one of them (most likely Dean) so mushy and touchy-feely he wouldn’t be able to hold back his very serious feelings anymore. Or maybe just on a totally normal day, Castiel staring at him with his stunning blue eyes for hours and hours on end, until eventually someone would crack.
Yes, Dean pictured this specific event a lot of times.
Like, a lot.
However, the actual truth doesn’t even come close in the end.
At least Dean never thought for even a millisecond it would actually happen with Castiel sitting across from him at the breakfast table, an amused glint in his eyes as he recites some stupid joke he read on the internet the other day.
“What kind of bagel can fly?” Castiel asks with a crooked smile and pauses for the dramatic effect, his gaze fixed on the hunter as though he doesn’t want to miss even a single twitch in the other man’s features, before eventually revealing, “A plain bagel.”
He grins widely, looking so freaking pleased with himself, so gorgeous and beautiful, like there hasn’t been a moment more proud in his long-ass existence as a celestial being, and dammit all to hell, Dean just can’t take it anymore!
How is a grown-up man supposed to deal with that?
“Ugh, you’re killing me here, Cas!”
Not even a new apocalypse would have kept Dean from leaping to his feet and surging forward, grabbing a seriously surprised angel by his collar and pulling him ridiculously close, until there is not an inch left between them.
Castiel’s eyes widen as he stares at the hunter shell-shocked, but he doesn’t try to get away from Dean’s grip – on the contrary, he even seems to lean into the touch – and Dean simply can’t wait another minute. Another second.
So he leans in and finds himself kissing the man he’s been crazy about for years.
Finally.
FUCKING FINALLY!
First it’s soft and sweet, just a warm press of lips, and it’s absolute bliss in Dean’s book, but then Castiel has the damned audacity to make a growling sound deep in his chest and Dean completely loses his mind in the process. Tongues get tangled, hands are running over bodies, fingers card through hair and Dean finally knows what Heaven feels like.
“Seriously?” Castiel pants eventually when they pull apart to catch their breath. “A joke about bagels?”
It takes a while for enough oxygen to arrive in Dean’s brain again. “I dunno, man,” he answers, his chest heaving. His gaze roves over Castiel’s face, tries to drink everything in right in front of him, and his whole system is flooded with an almost unbearable warmth when he registers Castiel’s flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. He actually didn’t think that angels would be able to blush, but here they are.
“Nothing about our relationship has been normal,” Dean whispers, his mouth still so freaking close to Castiel’s you can barely tell them apart. “So you’re surprised about that?”
The angel appears to consider this for a moment, tilting his head in that adorable way of his. “You’re not wrong,” he agrees in the end, nodding. “But still? Bagels?”
Dean smirks as he shrugs his shoulders. “My new favorite food, so it seems.”
“Next to pie, of course.”
For some reason Dean’s heart squeezes hard at that. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Next to pie …”
And then he decides that his lips have been without Castiel’s for way too long already and they get lost in each other once more.
So when Sam eventually returns from his grocery run about twenty minutes later and presents them a bag of bagels he bought at the local bakery, both Dean and Castiel grin so hard Sam can’t help studying them suspiciously and in the end declaring them insane.
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