Smoke filled room

Smoke filled room

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WpMetadataReadConcluída sáb, jul 22, 201714m
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Supernatural
When Cas first met Dean he had just finished playing his first set and sat down on one of the barstools, his hands shaking from the rush of his performance. Dean appeared from the smoke filled room, in a cheap shirt and a million dollar smile. Cas thought he was beautiful. He didn't say so of course, he was too careful back then. One shot written for @fangirling_FTW_ birthday. I hope you have an amazing day, I was going write you porn but then I thought since i never write that before it would be an odd present to recieve so have some vintage destiel instead.
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[COMPLETED] "Every morning. Every single morning for as long as Castiel could remember. The man in the apartment building across from Cas' -and the same floor (as their kitchens both faced the same way), with the dirty blonde hair and the deep green eyes, would always wake up at six in the morning and brew himself a cup of coffee with those weird and colorful cups he would always collect. He was always too tired to look up from that darn coffee machine to notice Cas, but Castiel sure as hell noticed him. With that bed hair that would decorate the top of his head every morning and Cas would pray for the attractive man to look up and notice him. Cas tried, and oh did he try, to stop staring at the green-eyed man, but after a while, it kind of became a reflex; to wake up, go to the kitchen, brew himself a cup of coffee and then just look up to see the man across the street from him doing exactly the same -except for looking up at Cas. Until one day, he did."

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