College Destiel AU

College Destiel AU

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It's in the middle of the winter, below zero, and someone pulled the fire alarm. Cas is very vocal about how he wants to kill the little shit, and it was Dean.
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A brief electric shock was felt when both reached for the blanket simultaneously. "Sparks are flying between us," Dean giggled a little nervously. "During dry and cold weather, the air contains very little moisture. It is, therefore, an inferior conductor of electricity. Our body then charges particularly well and quickly ..." At this perfectly sober lecture, Dean rolled his eyes but with a grin on his face. "That was a metaphor, Cas." "Oh ..." The angel looked at him blankly, and the hunter courageously leaned forward to break this silence. Blue met green. But unlike Dean, whose eyes were filled with hunger and desire, the look in the angel's eyes was more confused ... mixed with some fear. Sighing, Dean looked down. "Listen, Cas. I ain't good at these things. Expressing feelings and stuff ... you know ..."

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