{Mini shot}
Castiel didn't understand the concept of sleep. What was the point? Yet for some reason he had an overwhelming feeling of fatigue telling him to participate in the action. Dean looked over at the ex-angel, his eyelids drooling over those memorable blue eyes and his trench-coat wrapping around him like a blanket.
Cas closed his eyes, sleep slowly engulfing him, the only sound was Dean's voice, quietly singing 'Hey Jude.'
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Destiel One-Shots
FanfictieJust random one-shots I write when it comes to mind! Lots of fluff and angst, might do smut if requested. Enjoy :) xx
