Castiel sits on one of the two double beds in the Winchesters most recent motel. He sits on the one Dean earlier claimed his as he barged through the door with his military green duffel bag and onto the bed. The beds are covered with navy blue sheets. A design of white swirls patterned into the thin fabric, which is quite typical of a motel room. He reads over the ancient page of the dusty mythology book Dean had passed over to him minutes ago, careful not to pull at the pages that hung literally by threads and were tinted of a yellowish colour that only comes with old age. His restless blue eyes scanning the paper: rereading the almost incomprehensible words on the the timeworn pages, with disbelief. Written in what can only be prehistoric writing, is written...
No homo. A book written by Dean Winchester
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I wrote this at 3am y'all, don't blame me!
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Destiel One-shots.
RandomShort Destiel one-shots I wrote. Needed a place to put them. I don't own any of the Supernatural characters, nor do I own the show.
