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Hell yeah! Sorry this took a minute, but these fics will more than make up for it 😀

Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover by ImYourHoneyBee

A Second Grace by sometimeswelose

until the end and after by Philyra912

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles

Waveform Frequency by LeverDrift

between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean by ftmsteverogers

hold onto your voice, hold onto your breath by unicornpoe

Better Put A Ring On It by BexTra

take the bones, begin anew by JustStandingHere

Fenario by ftmsteverogers

because he wears cowboy boots by mmtion

Dean versus the slow burn by Desirae

One does not simply walk into the Empty by TheSilverQueen

something suddenly everywhere by noviembre

Enjoy!! 💙 💚

Botanical illustration of a sunflower with assorted yellow flowers by John Hill.

Taken from 'The Vegetable System' (London, 1759-75).

Pairing: Dean/Cas Length: 2.5k Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent   Read on AO3

A special thank you to @braezenkitty for being my awesome beta <3

“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”

He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”

This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.

“If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?

“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”

“Dean—”

“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”

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