Dean Winchester.

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@DontHaveAHarp — ass, nuzzling his cheek and cooing.] I meant that you have a nice ass, baby. A really nice one. Like a tasty cake.

@DontHaveAHarp I thought you’d like it. [The hunter’s expression melted into a pleased grin, though it faltered when Cas (obviously) misunderstood his intent.] N-no. No. That’s not what I meant. [Quick to show and not tell, Dean stepped closed and grabbed two handfuls of the angel’s —

Do you know why the sky is so gray, @DontHaveAHarp? Because all the blue is in your eyes.

@DontHaveAHarp — responded.] Waffle? [The word was muttered with hesitation as he stepped closer.] If that ain’t it, I know someone who has perfect cake. [Not so shamefully glancing to Castiel’s butt.]

@DontHaveAHarp It is a holiday. I just created it. Called “Spoil Cas Rotten”. [Dean wiggled a brow teasingly, but his expression melted away when he was brought to the abrupt stop. His brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what was the ~correct~ cone to get, before he finally —

@DontHaveAHarp It’s ice cream… Healthy ice cream. [If he were dead, he’d turn over in his grave at the thought. Instead, he threaded his fingers through his angel’s and hauled him to the kitchen.] I even got cones. [Dean beamed, clearly proud, and ready for his boyfriend of the month award.]

@sublimecrux What's sorbet? {Cas pulled back from Dean enough to give him a puzzled look, though he stayed put in his arms.} I do like strawberries. Where is it? Let's go try it. {He stepped back until just his hand was in Dean's and he had no intention of giving that back.}

@DontHaveAHarp [His arms landed around Castiel’s waist with practiced confidence, the hunter squeezing the angel closer and giving his hair a (totally manly) nuzzle.] I got ya some strawberry sorbet, angel. Sam said it’s “good for health and not like those sugar-laden ice creams”.

@sublimecrux {He easily stepped into Dean's embrace, wrapping his arms around the hunter. Cas held him tight, burying his face into the hunter's shoulder and letting all his troubles melt away. Dean's hugs were everything.}

@DontHaveAHarp It is, actually. I’m fairly certain not having plan was the best plan. [Opens arms and wiggles brows.] C’mere, baby. We do those.

@sublimecrux No? Is that how we've stayed alive all these years? {He took a step closer, head tilted as he studied Dean.} How about a you've been gone too-long hug? Do we do those?

@DontHaveAHarp [Presses a finger to his lips.] Shhhh. We don’t do logic here, Cas.

@sublimecrux I was going to say it's raining, but I think I prefer your answer.

Why is Twitter offering me NFTs. How long have I been gone, what is this dystopian future?

[No coffee, no talkie. He is already stumbling towards the kitchen, tagging Cas in tow by his hand.] You’re so logical. I wish I had a brain.

Where is the coffee? [Dean might even believe him... For now. Because it’s too early to ponder that.]

[Blinks sleepily.] Hello, angel.

@DontHaveAHarp You. Are mine. [Booping the angel’s nose with his finger, he smirked at the pout and pressed a quick kiss to it.] I brought you Valentine’s cherry pie. [Wiggles his brows.] You wanted to try some, didn’t you, baby?

@sublimecrux {Dean's lips were addictive, and he couldn't stop the pout when the hunter broke the kiss.} Me? {If he wasn't busy staring into Dean's eyes, the angel would be in full head tilt mode. What about him?

Happy Valentine’s Day, @DontHaveAHarp. Let’s kiss.

@DontHaveAHarp [With his hands full of angel, Dean managed to back his way to a couch and plop onto it without breaking the kiss. The kiss that was hungry and full of everything he doesn’t ever say, only attempt to show. Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to the angel’s.] You.

@sublimecrux {Oh, a kiss. Cas is leaning into it, greedily deepening it. His hands slid around the hunter's neck, holding on tight.}

@DontHaveAHarp Hello to you too, baby. [Grinning, he twirls the angel around for a moment, then finally manages to get a proper kiss, and maybe a squeeze or three of his arms for good measure.]

@sublimecrux Happy Valentine's Day, Dean. {He's jumping into the hunter's arms and peppering his face with kisses. He may have missed Dean a lot.}

I'm hungry.

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.

Cas.