Dean was back in the Flower shop, Arranging bouquets and making sure the flowers were well watered.
Not many people came in that day, Business was slow and he blamed the weather. It was too depressing outside to want to even leave your house.
Not to Dean though, He loved it, How the trees looked hidden under the snow, And how the cobalt grey nights made up for lack of colour when it was day.
He was almost finished his shift, and didn't notice Castiel creep into the store, He made sure he wasn't noticed with either, Ducking behind the tall carts of colour, Into the tucked away corners, And just watched.
He watched how happy and content Dean looked while tending to the plants, How his eyes had a different shine than the one they held for Cas, How delicate his touch was, carefully placing his fingertips on the stem of the flower, not too strong and not too weak, just enough To keep it in place as he tied them up with thin yarn.
It was then that Castiel fully understood how complex Dean truly was, despite his home life, He was him
And Holy Fuck, Did he ever love him.
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A/N
I felt inspired by a Yoonmin oneshot and I had too
sorry it's short
but I am trying to complete this fuckery
-Me
-Also didn't edit it so soz I will later but I need this up-
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Ink and Roses
RandomA tattoo shop and a flower shop, beside each other? Odd. But when an innocent Florist by the name of Dean Winchester enters the neighbouring shop and asks for a simple tattoo, Castiel Novak a punk rocker tattooist gives the man with sparkling green...
