7#= The fresh pine smell filled his nostrils, as he cupped his face, his perfect face. He bends down. He touches his soft, tan skin, "We can't do this here, we need privacy." All he did was nod. They got out of the impala, "Dean umm, can i tell you some-."
"Shhh, you don't need to tell me, I already know, Cas I already know, are you sure you want this?"
"Dean ever since i've meant you, I knew you were the one for me, the one to lose my grace, I want you and only you." Dean pulls something out of his pocket and bends down, only to relieve the shiny blade. He impales him, the lifeless black eyes reveal themselves, "You piece of shit, whore."
