cas has been kissed 105 times today (he started counting after the fifth kiss) and dean doesn’t seem to have any plans to stop kissing him anytime soon. not that cas is complaining. he loves being kissed by dean; savors every kiss like it’s just as special as the last.
when dean leans in for kiss #106 of the day, cas lingers in the touch, pressing their foreheads together when they break apart. “why are you kissing me so much today?” cas asks, fingers dancing along dean’s jaw.
dean smiles, leaning back slightly so he can catch cas’ hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing each of cas’ fingertips, then his knuckles, and then his palm. “a year ago today I told you I love you too,” dean murmurs.
cas beams, remembering that moment so clearly it feels like it’s imprinted on his mind forever. “I believe your exact words were, ‘and I you, cas.’”
the smile on dean’s face is so radiant that cas leans in and steals kiss #107 himself. god it feels good. dean is smiling into the kiss and tracing soft patterns across cas’ lower back and cas never ever wants it to stop.
“one year ago. 365 days of loving you. 365 kisses today to show you how much I love you,” dean whispers against cas’ lips. and then he’s pressing his mouth to cas’ so softly that cas feels he might break apart.
cas is pretty sure he couldn’t love dean anymore than he does right now in this moment. 365 kisses today because dean had said he loved him back? it was overwhelming and perfect and cas was so utterly and endlessly in love with his dean.
“I love you,” dean says against cas’ mouth. simple. beautiful. everlasting.
“and I you, dean winchester,” cas replies, laughing breathlessly into kiss #108 as dean pulls him impossibly closer.
257 more kisses to go today, and cas can’t wait to cherish every last one of them.
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the more you love a memory
Wow, here we finally are! Here is my ‘Regarding Dean’ fic where Cas comes into the episode and Dean falls in love with him all over again! This has been such a journey, and I want to thank my amazing betas @googolplexicon and @wtfevenisausername for being my lifesavers and helping me every step of the way! I’m so excited to share this with yall and hope yall enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it!
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"I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is." - Victor Nabokov
Castiel knows Dean will never fall in love with him, no matter how long he pines for him. But when a witch curses Dean to lose his memory and Cas is called in to help, Dean starts flirting with him. Cas tries to focus on the case, he really does, but he’s caught up in the whirlwind of feelings Dean is stirring up. When he steps into a diner to pick up a bacon cheeseburger, milkshake, and a slice of pie for Dean, he gets taken by the Loughlins instead, leaving Dean alone in the cold.
Dean doesn’t remember the beautiful man with the bright blue eyes, but he’s warm and smells like Heaven, and his voice is deep like gravel road under tires. When the pretty man says, “I’m Cas. I’m your best friend,” Dean’s inclined to believe him, but there’s something else there: a fluttering in his chest, a gravitational pull.
“Are we dating?” No, but I wish we were.
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“Hey, Cas. It’s Sam. Listen we uh, we need your help.”
Cas swerved onto the side of the road, shutting the engine of his truck off and snatching his phone from the cup holder. Something in Sam’s voice sent a shiver of worry down Cas’ spine. The search for Kelly Kline could wait. “Sam, what’s going on?”
“Something’s happened to Dean. It started with him disappearing last night and coming back with his phone broken. We thought it was just a drunk night out,” Sam said, and Cas winced. He couldn’t remember the last time Dean had gone out like that. Most nights they were in the bunker, Dean invited Cas to watch movies with him until Dean inevitably fell asleep on the couch and Cas tugged a blanket over him and quietly read beside him. They were Cas’ favorite moments of the day; when he could curl up on the couch next to Dean and share a bowl of popcorn and pretend for a couple hours it was a movie date night. Not that that was important right now. “But something’s wrong, Cas. We think Dean’s been cursed. I just called Rowena-”
“You called Rowena?” Cas blinked in surprise. Why would Sam call Rowena before he called him? Sure, Rowena could be useful sometimes, but she was unreliable and only out for herself; the complete opposite of Cas, who would do anything to protect Dean and the rest of his family.
“It’s a witch's curse. Or at least that’s our working theory. Listen, I called Rowena for the spell help, but I don’t trust her. And Dean’s- Dean’s getting worse.”
The tug in Cas’ gut exploded into a burst of fear and nausea. “Worse? What do you mean, worse?”
There was a deep breath on the other end of the line, and then a door snicking shut as Sam stepped out of a room. “He’s losing his memory.”
Cas’ knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. “He’s what?”
Sam sucked in another breath, before letting it out in a broken sound. “It started out small, you know. Forgetting details about the case we were working on and not remembering which key was for the Impala. Then he momentarily forgot his name and-” Sam broke off, and Cas felt his stomach lurch again. “I’ve been labeling everything around the room with post-it notes because he couldn’t even remember what a lamp was. Rowena thinks it’s some kind of curse that will make him slowly forget everything about himself until he dies.”
Cas’ mouth suddenly felt like the Sahara desert, and he swallowed thickly. “What can I do?” he rasped out, hand tightening around his phone until it creaked in his grasp.
“I need you here. Rowena’s on her way, but I just don’t think that’s going to be enough. Someone needs to be able to watch over Dean if we have any hope of breaking the spell, and I want him to be around someone he feels safe with. And you’re his best friend, you know? If there’s anyone he might remember or at least feel comfortable around, it’s you.”
Something inside Cas’ chest ached. Ached so deeply it felt like he was shattering. He was supposed to protect Dean. And where was he when Dean had gotten cursed? What was he doing when Dean needed him? He was too busy in another state, handling a different case. He should’ve been there. All he could do was nod numbly at Sam’s words. Because he knew. If they couldn’t end the spell, Dean was going to die.
Cas wouldn’t let that happen. He had saved Dean so many times. He could do it again. What was one more miracle, right? Even if he was a broken angel, he could save Dean’s life one more time.
“Where? Tell me where you are,” Cas said, already turning the ignition.
Cas could barely hear Sam’s voice as the engine roared to life. “Eureka Springs. Arkansas. Until you and Rowena get here, we’re gonna retrace Dean’s steps from yesterday to see if we can find the witch who cast the spell. Cas just- get here quick.”
There was that tone again in Sam’s voice. The one that had every wavelength of Cas’ being thrashing with panic. Not his Dean. Not today.
“I’ll be there by tonight,” Cas said, hanging up and immediately spinning the steering wheel until the tires screeched across the pavement. That had to be enough time. Please let there be enough time.
Being too late was not an option.
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