"oh, son of a bitch!" dean yelled in defeat, accepting his third loss of air hockey to cas. he handed cas the twenty dollar bill, grumbling about cheating and how that was the reason why he never gambled.
"hey, you were the one who placed the bet." cas laughed. "wanna play foosball?"
"fine." dean groaned, though he was glad he and cas were playing together. he had to admit; he had grown towards the dark-haired beauty. something about his wide blue eyes and smile and secretive state drove him mad. he tried his hardest to control himself, but it got harder by the minute.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
