dean took his time. he led cas to the bathroom and slowly cleaned his pail body, hands creating circular suds all over cas' body. he scrubbed cas with a loofah until he was red and sore, and smelled of his usual vanilla-bean scent.
his fingers skimmed through cas' scalp, messaging his temples and scrubbing his nape until his fingers hurt. they stayed in the bath tub together, pressed against each other, enjoying the contact and each other's company until the bath water was cold.
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
