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Castiel
knows this. He’s familiar with it, has felt it before. Dean’s warmth, Dean’s
scent, Dean’s embrace.

Although none
of their previous hugs were quite like this, that much Castiel has to admit.
This is the first time that they’re both
holding on to the other like there’s no tomorrow. And come to think of it, maybe
there isn’t, but as Dean’s fingers are all but forming bruises on Castiel’s lower
back from holding on too tight, Castiel doesn’t care. Doesn’t care what happens
next, only cares about the here and now.

Because
he’s thought about this before. About home. About what home means to him.
Whether home is where he used to belong -up there in Heaven-, or down here on earth in an old
bunker that used to be the home of the men of letters.

But this
simple gesture of affection helps him to find the answer at last. Home isn’t a
realm, or a building. Home is here, where Castiel’s heart belongs. Here where
Dean holds him close, and takes all the time in the world to do so, just this
once.

Even though
he isn’t an expert, Castiel is aware that the average hug doesn’t last this
long. Knows that it’s a big deal when Dean runs his fingers through Castiel’s
hair. Knows that it’s special when Dean isn’t the first one to pull away, even
though they’ve been standing here like this for nearly five minutes.

“Dean?”
Castiel whispers after a while, his chin still resting on Dean’s shoulder,
Dean’s breath hot against his ear. “Are you planning to let go anytime
soon?”

Dean’s arms
tighten around Castiel in response. More minutes pass, and then Dean finally
answers the question for real, murmuring a single word against Castiel’s neck,
still not letting go.

“No.”