they don’t kiss right away. instead, cas touches dean’s face in wonder, fingers making galaxies out of dean’s freckles. he flutters his eyelashes next to his cheek, pressing his lips next to dean’s jaw in an almost kiss, an almost touch. dean runs his fingers through cas’ hair and they are in complete stasis before their lips do meet, before dean is breathing heavy into cas’ mouth and cas presses the word beautiful onto corner of dean’s mouth, and they kiss and kiss and they kiss, trying out every variation of it until they get it right and then kissing again, creating a perfect storm between them, in perfect synch for the first time since dean got the mark