Kitty Heaven (Destiel)

Kitty Heaven (Destiel)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., sept. 4, 2015
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Castiel had been keeping secrets. He knew that one day, they would all be exposed, and that they would grow to haunt him. He knew that someone would eventually find out.. He just wished it hadn't have been him. The boy would never let Cas hear the end of it. He would call him a weirdo. A freak. A monster. He would want to kill him. Hunt him down. Watch him burn, like every other evil thing that he had hunted. Everyone Castiel loved, hated him. He was pointless. A waste of space. An experiment. ------------------------------------------------ ((This is going to have really slow updates okay))
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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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