cas hated to admit that he thought about dean all night.
it was three in morning and all he could think about was the fact that dean may possibly be slightly maybe a little bit slightly interested in the same gender.
and cas hated to admit that he was praying to whatever god in the sky that was true.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
