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”Dean...”
Castiel's voice was breathy, low and exasperated. He stared at Dean like he had never seen him before in his life, and his eyes were wet, filled with tears. Next thing Dean knew, Castiel's body covered all of him, the angel's arms grasping him tight, his weight almost enough to make him stumble.
”Cas,” Dean said softly because he wasn't entirely uncomfortable, although this wasn't how he had imagined their first embrace to be like, “I can't breathe.”
He had just sent Cas out to get some milk, not expecting him back so soon and in such a distress. His clothes were different too, and he smelled... Castiel jolted from him, eyes big and nostrils flared.
“Your scent is not right,” he stated, an offended look on his face.
Dean didn't know how to react to the allegations, and scratched the back of his head with a sigh.
“Look, is this some angel thing? Like, um, temporary insanity? Did you at least buy milk?”
Castiel stared at him. Then, he disappeared, leaving Dean alone again. The hunter rolled his eyes at thin air and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
“Sammy,” he called, his voice hoarse. “Something's up with Cas.”
Sam poked his head out from the bathroom.
“Weirder than usual?”
“I don't know, just keep your head up.”
Dean sat down in one of the chairs and drank his beer, trying not to think too hard about the feeling of Castiel's body against his.