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Dean can’t take it anymore. Castiel had said he loved him only 3 hours ago, and he couldn’t think of anything else. 

They drank. Drank until Dean thought he’d forget the life almost leaving his best friend’s eyes, but he couldn’t. He loved him. Castiel loved him. 

As Cas reached for the rest of his drink, trying to fill the awkward silence with the cool fizz against his tongue, Dean took his chance. He leapt into him, capturing his jaw in his free hand and guiding his lips to his own, crashing into something he should have done a long time ago.

Far too long ago.