Deastiel
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Dean woke up and then quickly headed downstairs to make breakfast for him and the angel. He began to make some toast whilst grabbing some orange juice for Cas, as it was his favourite. He got a mug for his coffee and then poured it into the red mug. He took a sip and then placed it back on the side of the table. The toast popped up from the toaster. Dean started to gather his toppings, butter for himself and strawberry jam for Castiel. As he finished making them he put the toast on the plates and began to take them up to Cas. As he turned he jumped at the sight in front him. 'W-what the hell!' Dean shouted. He was greeted by a young woman with long, curly brown hair and stunning blue eyes that pierced the hunter. She seemed so familiar yet so unfamiliar. She let out a small screamed as he shouted ,asking Dean screaming as well, which caused as creaking loop. 'Okay calm down! Who are you?' He said in his deep, calm voice. 'Dean it's me, Castiel?' She said in confusion. 'C-cas?!'
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