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You, me, and the third wheel

You, me, and the third wheel

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Fanfic
Supernatural
Gabriel stared at the beach where a group of women crowded around the hunky tall moose-man that came to the beach to surf every morning. Gabriel came to the bowl every morning to skateboard, but recently it has been to stare at the moose. Gabe wasn't going to deny it, he was totally gay for that dude, despite the fact that he doesn't even know his name. ~~~~~~~~ AU Fluff Mostly Sabriel and some Destiel ~~~~~~~~~ Gabriel and Castiel are skateboarders and Sam is a surfer. Geek!Sam Geek!Gabe Geek!Cas
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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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