Ocean Eyes ||Destiel||

Ocean Eyes ||Destiel||

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Soulmate!Au After the horrific accident that scarred his only little brother, Sam, Dean promised himself he'd do whatever it'd take to save him. But he's human. He can only do so much. After long grey days of working short time gigs, Dean usually crashes at the closet bar and drinks all his feelings away. Then he'd find a pretty piece of ass to keep his bed warm for the night. Only for the night though. One night, where everything just seems to be crashing down harder than usual on the brunette, he takes let's go of the wheel and loses all control of himself. He suddenly wakes up to his motel room and is stunned at the fact that... He sees colors. He sees the red musty carpet that smelt horrible. He sees the white dull paint peeling off the walls. He sees the dark midnight color of the beautiful Impala. He sees everything. He see everything except his one nightstand. What were the chances of sleeping with a random person who happened to be his soulmate, the love of his life? Not that Dean believed in any of that crap. Not until he goes out and searches for that one special person. Only thing he remembers? His soulmate had the bluest eyes ever.
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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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