Dean was in the middle of repairing a customer's Toyota when a thought came to mind: Castiel. He loved saying his name, especially how it just rolled off the tongue. Castiel. What made him stick to his mind so much like glue?
"Castiel." Dean murmured to himself, relishing the sound of his name in the air.
His eyes were permanently engraved in Dean's mind, but who could complain? They were like diamonds, priceless and absolutely gorgeous... He dropped his wrench and rubbed his forehead.
'What the actual hell am I thinking?' His hands ran through his hair.
"I'm straight. I'm straight. I'm straight. Cas is just a-"
The Facetime ringtone blasted from his phone. Dean pulled it out of his pocket. It was Cas. He cleared his throat somehow hoping it would rid those thoughts from his mind then hit answer.
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chatroom // destiel
Fanfiction❝ you're my angel ❞ cas joins a online chatroom { a short destiel fic }
