cas woke up to a splitting headache, but it was the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes that really threw him off. he was naked, and everything felt sore. "dean?" cas opened his eyes to see dean in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers.
his boxers.
"oh, hey cas." dean turned and smiled, large hickey extremely visible on his neck. "h-hey," cas stuttered. "did we..."
"yeah, i think so." dean answered. cas blushed. "sorry. i don't remember a thing," he confessed. "me neither. it's cool, though. i won't bring it up if you won't."
"deal." dean handed him a plate of breakfast and a cup off coffee in his bed. "thanks," cas mumbled, eyeing another hickey on the other side of his neck and a bruise on his stomach.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
