Touch Me Deeply - Destiel
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Pausing in mid-step, the older man realized there was no way out.
'Crap!'
Hesitantly, one foot was put in front of the other, a knock on the door, and then Cas stopped.
"Hello ..." the man behind the desk with the short, dark blonde hair and the most beautiful smile Cas had ever seen greeted.
Why couldn't there be a hole somewhere that he could disappear into?
"... yeah, I know. You were probably expecting someone else. John is my dad, and he broke his leg, so I'm taking over for a couple of weeks. Come here, don't be shy. Where does the shoe pinch?"
Only now did Cas notice these shimmering green, friendly eyes, which captivated him. The young doctor immediately made an open, likable impression, and was a thousand times more attractive up close.
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