cas was close enough to dean that he could smell his beer and mint breath. his breathing became uneven, and he felt dean's did too.
he looked up at dean's eyes, watching his eyes become cloudy with want, admiration, and hope. it made cas sick, but in the best way.
he didn't know what was happening until dean's lips were on his own. luckily, he was sober this time, and he could actually feel every emotion pop out at his skin. he felt the longing that pushed against his lips, and felt dean had been wanting that kiss as bad as he did.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
