dean chuckled. "your battery's blown. you'll probably need a new one." he pulled up his cargo pants to his hips, which were tight enough to outline a bit of ass. "stop checking me out." dean mumbled, playfully smacking him with an oil stained rag.
"whatever. how much?"
"i'm sure you'll have enough, i'll just need to see how much is on your card, mr castiel novak." dean pulled a wallet out his back pocket – his wallet.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
