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Castiel had never longed for a woman the way he had longed for men. He knew it was unbecoming of a crown prince, but honestly, he didn't fucking care. Cas was always lonely, never able to work up the courage to tell his childhood friend that he loved him.
Dean Winchester had always been attractive. Now that he and Cas were in their 20's, he was always with a new girl (or boy, sometimes) but he had always loved his friend. He knew the prince would never like him, princes weren't gay, he had learned that a long time ago.
As they were lying on the grass in the opulent palace gardens, Cas reading a book while Dean was yapping incessantly.
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"So anyways, I went to a new tailor to outfit these clothes, and I'm not sure how well it fits on me." Dean continued. He stood up, and Castiel looked up from his book to follow the movement. Dean flourished, unaware of how Castiel was inspecting his every move. "What is your opinion, your Highness?"
Dean was looking at him now.
"You look like the stars would bow down and beg for the chance of your company." He says earnestly. Dean scoffs and looks away, hoping to hide his burning face.
"Okay, Romeo, I was expecting something more along the lines of 'It looks great!'," Dean begins, then trails off for a moment. He's still looking away, but a little less stiffly, when he adds, his voice a mix of mocking and something quiet that Castiel couldn't parse, "but it's nice to know my beauty inspires such poetry."
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"Sh-shut up." Castiel muttered, flustered that his comment had gotten such a reaction out of the other man.
"Cas, you of all people should know that I will not, until I reach my final breath, shut up," Dean said, half joking, "Especially when it comes to you." He added the last part much quieter. This caused Castiel's face to turn a deep red, as he quickly looked away.
"You don't have to say that."
"I mean it," Dean said, much gentler than usual, "Just like I mean it when I say that your new perfume smells amazing" Dean moved closer as he said this, inhaling the scent of the other man.
"Dean. Do not do things you do not mean" Castiel said firmly.
"What makes you think I don't mean it?" Dean asked, moving closer to Cas' face. Then, without warning, Dean kissed him.
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Cas stiffened, realized what was happening a second too late. Dean pulled back, and the knight fell over himself in his haste to get away.
"Oh my---Cas, I'm so sorry---I didn't" He says, stumbling over the words. Cas begins to approach him, and Dean stares at the prince as he scrambles away from him.
"Dean, it's---" Castiel begins, but Dean is too far gone, rambling out apologies and pleas for mercy. In all the noise, it's hard for Cas to think, and his mind shames him for not reacting quickly enough to prevent this. As Dean goes on and on, all Castiel can think about is how much he wants a do-over. He's a prince, he can take it for himself, can he not?
Castiel closes the gap quickly, and drops to straddling Dean in order to get close enough. His hands curl into fists in Dean's new clothes, pulling him up off the ground. His lips crash into Dean's, finally letting silence into the garden.
Dean's lips are soft and gentle, and, for a short moment, painfully still. Then, Dean realizes what's happening, and kisses back with fervor. Castiel's tongue darts into Dean's mouth and finally explores the knight's mouth. Castiel has no idea what course of action they'll take after this moment, but for now, Cas is content to finally have the fruit of his patience.
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