It Runs Through Our Veins

It Runs Through Our Veins

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“I do not get cold. The temperature doesn’t bother me as it will you. You’re still very… fleshy, and warm.” “..Still?” She arched an eyebrow, the familiar smirk arising on her face. “Are.” He corrected quickly, his tone harsh and firm as he glared her down. Meg only laughed. “And you’re not ‘fleshy’?” She teased. Castiel shook his head. “I am not.” He affirmed. “Yeah? Prove it.”
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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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