DEAN WINCHESTER

BORN: January 24, 1979
AGE: 37
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: Unknown
EYES: Green
HAIR: Light brown
COMPLEXION: Fair
RACE: White
NATIONALITY: Unknown
LANGUAGE: Unknown
MARKINGS: Unknown

CASTIEL NOVAK

BORN: July 10, 1973
AGE: 43
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: Unknown
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
COMPLEXION: Olive
RACE: White
NATIONALITY: Unknown
LANGUAGE: English
MARKINGS: Angel wing tattoos on both shoulders and upper arms

Dean laughed at the wanted posters with his name on it.

"Hey, Cassie," he called, jabbing a thumb at his flier. "Check this out."

"Don't call me 'Cassie'," Castiel grumbled, walking over to see what his husband was going on about. "What? They're just posters."

"Yeah but lookie here; it says my hair is light brown." Dean pouted. He pulled on a lock of his hair, crossing his eyes playfully to try and get a good look at it. "Is my hair really light brown? I've always considered it dark blonde. C'mon Cas, be straight with me, what color is my hair."

"Dear Lord, you are stupid."

"Mm, I think I'm adorable."

"I don't know why I love you." Castiel insisted.

"I do~" Dean sang, looping one finger inside the knot of Cas' tie. He pulled it forwards and bent down slightly so that their lips would meet. They stayed like that for a few minutes, stopping every now and then for a lazy intake of air.

Dean pulled away first, a smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He appeared unaffected by the show of affection, but Cas, however, was quite the opposite. He stood there for a second after Dean pulled away looking confused, his lips still parted from the kiss. Then a small, loving grin broke across his face as he shook his head, looking down at his shoes.

"You are something else." He said after a minute of silence.

"I'll accept that apology."

"You're still an idiot."

"Sounds like someone needs another lesson."

"Maybe I do."

And so they kissed again, slow, loving, and lazy but full of passion. Dean, the taller of the two, wrapped one hand around Cas' waist, the other again holding onto the tie. Castiel had both arms loosely locked around Dean's neck.