[ He's frozen in place, lips parted, mouth open. For once, Dean is speechless, lost as he stares at the angel in front of him. He looks different; his shoulders are broader, there's more wrinkles around his eyes, something behind them sad, tired. Dean aches, his chest constricting as he moves to meet Cas halfway, heart in his throat.
How do you face the person you left in Purgatory, how do you face the angel you've let down, the man who's given everything for you and betrayed you in the worst way?
He isn't sure. But he does know that Cas is here, again, that he's solid and alive and the kiss they'd had under the mistletoe has stayed fresh in his mind, lingering at the edges every waking moment, no matter how he's tried to bury it.
Fuck it.
He steps in, eyes a little wet, and flings his arms around the angel and drags him in close. ]
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How do you face the person you left in Purgatory, how do you face the angel you've let down, the man who's given everything for you and betrayed you in the worst way?
He isn't sure. But he does know that Cas is here, again, that he's solid and alive and the kiss they'd had under the mistletoe has stayed fresh in his mind, lingering at the edges every waking moment, no matter how he's tried to bury it.
Fuck it.
He steps in, eyes a little wet, and flings his arms around the angel and drags him in close. ]
Holy shit. You're real.