"i'm really sorry, dean, i just–"
"cas, drop it. just go to sleep." dean turned over in bed so his back was to cas, and he felt a pang of guilt hit him. he'd been so selfish the past few weeks that he completely forgot about dean.
cas stared at dean's back, muscular and sexy, and debated if he should wrap his arm around it. he decided he should, and he slid his arm under dean's where his back curved. he pushed his chest against dean, and he felt him tense for a moment, then relax and lace their fingers together.
"i'll make it up to you," cas promised, kissing the back of dean's neck. "i promise."
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flower || destiel
Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
