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just a collection of poems i wrote.* enjoy. *unless stated otherwise.
In a city where struggling artists crash at bartender's flats, and aspiring writers find inspiration from chapped lips and whiskey, something odd is lurking in the streetlamp shadows. Paint leaves no space untouched in Castiel's studio flat, his laptop keys especially tainted with specks of blues and reds. It's the...
Something about that cocky grin and mischievous smirk made Cas glare in fury. Dean had no sense of respect whatsoever, he tries to flirt himself out of trouble (though it has worked a few times on Cas, he must admit), and he's a complete and utter asshole... but he's a cute asshole, so who is he to say no to those tau...