It was a cold December morning. And the fragile house shook with the wind. Dean had awoken to Castiel licking his forehead, as her lips danced across the top of his forehead and his pimples, she but down on his lip. And dean said 'kiss me as the french do' 'no thanks, your breath kinda stinks this morning, dude' castiel said. Felling slightly wounded, dean went through to the table when castiel shouted deans name as dean glanced behind his back, he saw that she was not wearing any clothes. And then she said 'i was only joking my dear, now come on and get inside.' Soon the wind wasn't the only thing shaking the house. As the mailman walked up and heard moaning and saw the crooked house shaking. Violently. He decided to just walk home and call it a day.
But then dean pulled away and said 'babe we were supposed to be ghost hunting yesterday in this house, we must have fallen asleep. Where's the rest of the team'
'Wait wasn't the ghost a pedo murderer who shot himself in is own home?' Castiel exclaimed, his brow furrowing.
Dean quickly pulled out and cummed on her face.
As she licked himself clean, she turned on the emf detector nd it was reading VERY high frequencies and she thought that she heard a ghost come. But never mind, they both went home. Why was the postie at some dead ass dudes house? It truly was a mystery.
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Destiel- a supernatural love story
FanfictionDean and Castiel go too far this time, will they save themselves. Or will their crippling curiosity finally come at a cost that they can't afford.
