[That's what Castiel was expecting after taking notice of his respective timeline, the differences between them. This isn't at all what is in the scope of his mind when he'd seen Dean, beyond the want for it, he'd long since given up hope for any kind of reciprocation. Castiel was fine with that, with his own feelings being unrequited because Dean was important to him for none of that to matter.
Now, this? Lips on lips, his chest pushed flush into his own so close he can feel Dean's heartbeat rocketing through his chest, it all feels like a fantasy. Something he's wanted for so long that he can't help but cling to it desperately, his nails biting into the fabric covering Dean's back.]
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Now, this? Lips on lips, his chest pushed flush into his own so close he can feel Dean's heartbeat rocketing through his chest, it all feels like a fantasy. Something he's wanted for so long that he can't help but cling to it desperately, his nails biting into the fabric covering Dean's back.]