dean stared at cas the entire time he got dressed. not in a gross, pervy way, but in a way of admiration and wonder. he was such a beautiful man, and there hadn't been many times dean ever said that.
everything about him was drop dead gorgeous; his hair, his eyes, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his dick, the freckle inside his ear. "hey," cas said, snapping his fingers in front of dean's face. "my eyes are up here, asshole."
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
