Ink-stained Petals (Destiel AU)
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Contenido adultoConcluida vie, sep 2, 201633m
A Destiel story, where there are no monsters or hunters to get in the way, only the shared wall between a tattoo studio and a florists.
With early morning sunlight as the catalyst, the two men who inhabit these shops learn to navigate their feelings, but can happy endings really exist when love stems from a red rose?
Contains bad language, but no sexual content.
Obviously, I don't own Supernatural, or the characters of Sam, Dean and Castiel.
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