"Sounds so dirty when you say it," says Dean, warming to the roots of his hair, but he's laughing when he falls against his door, good hand fumbling for the key. He has a moment to think, fuck it, then turns himself against the frame, slumped but chin raised towards Castiel. "C'mere."
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Date: 2013-05-04 06:02 am (UTC)