Chapped. Dean's lips were chapped. But that didn't make the kiss any less enjoyable. In fact, Castiel liked it, they were Dean's lips. They were his hunter's lips.
Soft. Cas' lips were soft. Dean really loved kissing Cas. Like, really loved it. He thought of nothing that could compare to the feeling of kissing his Angel.
When they broke apart, Cas nudged Dean's nose with his own, a smile ghosting his lips. "I love you," Cas whispered.
"Love you too," Dean replied.