Castiel sat upon the hood of the 1967 Chevy Impala, watching Dean curiously. Dean, with his emerald green eyes, lightly tanned skin, softly spiked hair, and that gentle dusting of freckles.
Dean slid out from under the car, grease painting his face, wrench in hand.
"Cas, hand me that screwdriver over there." Cas slid off of the car and picked it up, setting it in Dean's calloused hand. Dean smiled and nodded a thank you towards Castiel before sliding back under the car.
Cas sighed and hopped onto the hood once more, leaning back and letting his oil black wings unfurl from his back. Dean came up about 30 minutes later, wiping grime and sweat from his brow. He picked up a beer and sat with the angel, handing the bottle over and selecting a new one. Castiel grinned and leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on his boyfreind's cheek.
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