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castiel, angel of the lord

Cas: *in a cheap motel, heater broken* Dean.

Dean: Yeah buddy?

Cas: Can we sleep together?

Dean: …imsorrywhat?

Cas: You are cold, there’s no heating. I just thought that if we shared one bed for warmth we would-

Dean: Ohhhh *laughing* You know what? Sure, we can do that.

Cas: *human and suffering from chest pain* Dean, my chest hurts.

Dean: Okay, where on your chest?

Cas: *grabbing Deans hand, lifting his shirt and putting the hand on his bare abdomen* here.

Dean: *just freaking out* I’m- yeah- okay so that… it might be indigestion! I need to- demon. Kill. Later. Goodbye.

Cas: *staring at Dean in the impala, post hunt* You look good.

Dean: *confused* Dude, are you kidding? Im all sweaty and worn out and, shit man i even have motor oil on me.

Cas: I like when you look out of breath and dirty. It makes me feel… excited?

Dean: …

Cas: did I say something wrong?

Dean: No! No. Please keep saying- I mean… nothing. Ignore me.

Cas: Dean?

Sam: *who has been there the whole time* You know what? I can walk to Kansas.

Cas: From New Jersey?