{Mini Shot}
That smooth golden liquid that burns down his throat, half a bottle gone already. The brand had long-since lost any meaning and the age didn't matter. The glasses were all stained, as was the dirty carpet and worn-out couch. Rings were marked into every tabletop.
Whiskey.
It didn't make everything better, heck, it didn't make anything better, but it sure as hell takes the edge off.
Those soft little kisses, chapped lips to his own soft pink ones. Holding tightly to that constantly crooked, blue tie, pulling him closer. The excuses and reasons for these little displays of affection had long ago become silent.
Castiel.
He couldn't make everything better, heck, sometimes he couldn't make anything better, but he sure as hell takes the edge off.
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Destiel One-Shots
FanfictionJust random one-shots I write when it comes to mind! Lots of fluff and angst, might do smut if requested. Enjoy :) xx
