“Dean,” Castiel turns around the corner to the kitchen in the bunker. Dean was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee. “I have a question.” 

“Yeah, what’s up man?” Dean turns to him, giving him his full attention. 

“I just realized. The time you said that Thelma and Louis reference.” Castiel explains, fumbling with his hands. “You wanted me to kiss you, didn’t you?” 

Dean’s eyes widen and sputters. Before he could think of an excuse, Castiel steps forward, bends down, and finally kisses him.