You got a call from cas, your boyfriend. "Am I allowed to use the toaster?" He asked. "Sure, I guess." You got home to Castiel on the floor with two pieces of burnt toast next to him. "You didn't tell me the shoot up." You helped Castiel up. You couldn't hold back your laughter.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionJust some random supernatural imagines about team free will. Bad words and alchohol may appear, Enjoy!
