"Dean, I love you." Cas spoke up randomly one night.
"I love you too, babe." Dean smiled.
"Can we like get married or something?"
"You bet!"
"Like now?"
"Like now!"
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
Cas started to whisper. "I think we're too high."
Dean and Cas both laughed like maroons. "It was your pot!"
"It was my brother's pot, you pothead!"
"You're the pothead, pothead."
Cas gasped loudly. "Dean! What if we're both potheads?"
Dean's eyes widened. "Oh my pot, I think you're right!"
"I love pot. Like a lot. You too."
"Yeah, I love pot, too."
"I mean I love you, too!"
"OHHHHH! OKAY!"
"You are SOOOOOO high!" Cas squealed.
"YOU ARE TOO!"
Cas smiled highly. "I love being high. And you. Love you a lot too. As much as pot. Weed. Crack. Mary Jane. The Chronic. The Bangkok Blastoff. The Sticky Icky."
"What in living creation are you talking about?"
Cas laughed so loudly. "I! DON'T! KNOW! HA!"
"BEING HIGH IS ECSTASY!"
"YEEEEE-HEEE-HEEES!!!"
"Let's have the sex now!"
"Okay!"
(A\N: I am what you might calls high. On my meds that I must take to live. CUZ I LIVIN NOW HOMIES! XDXDXD I got sicks this week and now I must take medses and I take two in mornings and too in night and the effect they have me is AMAZANGGGGGG BYE
Peace off my mini Marshminions!)
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Destiel One Shots
FanfictionBe warned, there are many stories here that you may question. A lot. Don't judge me too harshly, I'm always cringing as it is. For the most part it's cute, but....
