castiel made dean lunch.
it brought a smile to his face as he sat at his desk, biting into a pb&j sandwhich and sipping his milk. a little note on the sandwhich bag read "have a great day at school honey :) -cas", which dean rolled his eyes at. he stuck the note on his wall, and continued his sandwhich.
"dean!" he heard. he turned to see bobby, famous for the assassination of imagination, leaning against the doorframe. "what?" dean answered back. "as soon as you're done, #254 has a flat. could you fix it while i'm still alive?"
"yeah, whatever." dean rolled his eyes at bobby, and finished his lunch. "don't roll your eyes at me, boy." bobby pointed a finger at him, and dean raised his hands in defeat.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
