never has dean ever had a hangover like this one.
his head hurt to breath. every time he moved his eyes, his brain groaned. it took him a while to finally open them, to see he was in a bed, with a man laying next to him with dark hair and stubble along his jaw, fast asleep.
he looked under the tan covers, and saw he, along with his guest, was naked.
there was only one thing on he could say that morning.
"fuck."
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
