The year is 1956, and Dean Winchester hates Castiel Novak more than he can express. He hates the way he talks, how the corners of his mouth curl up when he smiles, and those damn eyes that remind him of the ocean. Especially since Castiel's gang, Enochian Warrior's, is rival's against his own, The Winchester Hellfire's.
In fact, he hate's him so much, he'd do anything to tick off the tan leather jacket doning bastard.
So when Castiel's father pulls up the driveway in a brand new 1957 Chevy Impala with the brightest hood ornament he's ever laid eyes on, Dean can't help but have sticky fingers.
But the simple act of him prying it off the front of the car leads to something he'd never expect.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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