Pedes conjunctim.
“Hey,” Dean said brightly. “So I kind of told everyone.”
“I heard,” Castiel replied, dry as anything. “Would it be inappropriate to kiss you here.”
Dean laughed then, riding high on adrenalin and triumph and adoration, and held out a hand. “It’s bonfire night, Cas. Give it an hour and kissing will look pretty tame.”
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