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Dean held the yellowed piece of paper carefully, like the treasure it was. With a fond smile, he traced his finger over the indents where he'd circled YES about a dozen times before handing it back to Cas the following Monday.
“I still can't believe you made a move on me, you rebel,” he teased. “You sinner.”
Cas snorted and rolled his eyes. “Well, it was obvious you were never going to.”
“Didn't think I had a chance,” Dean said with a shake of his head. “You were way out of my league, sunshine. Still are.”
“I like to think we're in a league of our own at this point.”
“Just you, me, and Licorice?”
At the sound of her name, the little cat popped her head up and blinked over at them sleepily. Cas reached across his husband and gave her a skritch behind her ear, then pulled her over Dean's lap and into his own for more pets. She rewarded his efforts with a raucous, throaty purr like a tiny jet engine. The rumble faded out gradually as she dozed off again.
The two men sat in silence for a few minutes, rocking the porch swing back and forth to the rhythm of their heartbeats, just enjoying the sunset and each other's company.
“Oh, did you find the leak?” Cas asked as the dusk crept in and the first pinpoints of starlight began to appear.
“I did, and it's all patched up. I took a nice long shower afterwards, and every single drop of water behaved itself.”
“That's the last of the structural issues, right?” Cas said softly, snuggling up against him.
Dean pulled him closer still and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “Yup, now we get to start on to the fun stuff – new cabinets, new tile, new paint on the walls...”
“Not tonight, though.”
“Nahhh, tonight's for this. Just this.”
He started to hum, the beat of the song matched to the motion of the swing. Cas recognized it immediately as the song they'd shared their first dance to, at the spring formal all those years ago.