Pairing : Benny x Cas, Dean, Sam
Word count : 790
Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings
Warnings : Touch of the smut.
Square filled : BennyCas
Written for @spnkinkbingo
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“Hey, Cas?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“I need you to check on someone for me.”
“Of course, Dean. Anything you need.”
That was how it started. How the introduction was made. A task for Cas, to check on a friend of Dean’s who needed help. He never expected what he found. He never expected the hunter’s friend to be a vampire.
And not such a good looking one.
“What can I get ya?”
“Dean sent me.”
The man behind the counter froze. “Dean?” Cas nodded. “Dean Winchester?” Cas nodded again. “I just got off tha phone with ‘im.. You from round here?”
“No.” He furrowed his brow, looking Cas up and down. “I find it odd.”
“What?”
“Dean, sending me to check on a vampire.” The man’s eyes went wide. “You are Benny?”
“Yes I’m Benny. You crazy man?” Benny pulled off his apron, and dragged Cas out back. “You tryin ta get me dead again? Been to purgatory once, buddy. Don’t wanna go back, not yet. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“My people skills are rusty.”
“No shit.” Benny rolled his eyes. “I’d say you aren’t even human.”
“I’m not. I’m an angel.”
For a moment, Benny was surprised, but then he had a moment of recognition. “Wait.. I know you. You were in purgatory too. Yeah, Dean’s little Angel boyfriend.” Benny grinned.
Cas blushed. “I’m not his boyfriend.”
“So, single then?” Benny licked his bottom lip.
Benny sat out front of his small cabin. “Here.” Looking up, Cas was there again. Holding out a cooler. “I knew you were getting low.”
“Thanks, Darlin’.” Benny smiled and took the cooler and checked inside. “AB Negative, my favorite. How’d you know?”
Cas shrugged with a slight blush as Benny stood and pulled him into a kiss.
“Inside, Darlin’. I need to thank you good and proper.”
As soon as they were in the door, the cooler was dropped and Benny had Cas against the wall. Cas gasped as he felt Benny’s teeth scrape along his neck, but Benny never did more than that, never bit him. No matter how tempted he was to taste Angel blood.
Pulling Cas away from the wall again, Benny started moving him towards the bedroom. Coats and shirts hitting the floor on the way there. Once in the room, Cas was pushed onto the bed. “Get ‘em off, Sugar.” Benny commanded as he started undoing his own jeans. Cas smiled and quickly obliged.
“Dean, why are he headed Louisiana?”
“Because something ain’t right.”
Sam furrowed his brow and glanced at his brother. “I’ve searched everything. There’s no case there.. Not something we’d take anyways..”
“Look, I sent Cas to check on Benny, alright. And he hasn’t been back.”
“How long?”
“Two weeks.”
“Shit. I’m surprised you aren’t driving at neck break speed.” Sam teased. “Rushing to save your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my fucking boyfriend.” Dean growled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
Cas lay on his stomach, fingers desperately trying to hold on to Benny’s thighs as his hips rolled into him. Benny had one hand on the bed by Cas’s shoulder, the other holding onto his hip. His nose brushed against Cas’s shoulder and he took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex.
“I’m real glad you’re mine, my little Angel.” Benny breathed. “Remind me to send Dean a big ol’ thank you for sending you my way.”
Pulling up to a stop, Sam glanced out the front windshield. “Looks too quiet..”
“Well, trucks there..” Dean grabbed his gun anyways “Just in case.” and got out of the car. Sam slipped out, and quietly followed his brother up to the cabin door.
After knocking a few times, and getting no answer, Dean brought up his gun. “I told you something was fucking wrong.” He grumbled as he tried the knob, letting the door swing open.
Ignoring the items scattered on the floor, Dean cautiously made his way in. Sam, however, didn’t ignore them. “Uh.. Dean? I don’t think you’ll need that gun..”
“Wh-”
They heard someone cry out, and Dean ran towards the sound. “Dean! Wait!” Sam tried to stop him, but came up short as Dean threw open the bedroom door.
Benny sat up, and turned. “Hey, Brother.” He said with a grin. “It’s nice to see ya, but ya mind coming back in.. oh, half an hour?”
Dean glanced from Benny, who hadn’t stopped moving, to Cas underneath him. “What the fuck?”
“I tried to warn you..” Sam sighed from outside the room.
“I’ve been worried sick Cas! And you’ve been- you- with-” He swallowed. “Benny!? I- We-” Dean couldn’t get the words out.
Benny chuckled. “You snooze, you lose, kid. This here is my Angel, now.”
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Warnings : Other then a tiny Destiel kiss, and some drinking, not much.
Part 1 of Interesting.
You were sitting at the bar. Every other chick in the joint wearing a tiny dress and heels. You were the odd man out in jean shorts and a t-shirt. It was ladies night though, so you weren’t surprised. And no one really caught your interest.
Except her.
But she was interested in someone else. A rather good looking green eyed man with a devilish grin. He sat with friends who paid her no mind as they chatted together. Like this was normal for them. You watched her throw herself at him, and he’d just chuckle, and talk. You had no idea what he was saying, but man was she eating it up. You sighed.
Suddenly his smile faded when he saw you watching. You quickly turned back towards the bar, but you could still see him in the mirror behind it. He licked his lips as he eyed you. He nudged the longer haired man next to him, and motioned to you. He too turned to eye you, and so did his other friend in a trench coat. It was 102 degrees, how the hell was he wearing a trench coat. You shook your head and went back to your drink.
When you looked up a few minutes later, his eyes were still on you, and the very good looking woman half in his lap was getting frustrated with trying to grab his attention again and again. She followed his gaze, and shot you a nasty look in the mirror. "Typical.“ You said to yourself. You finally get her attention, and its a death glare because her prey is interested in you. "Another whiskey. Make it a double.” You told the bartender.
You kept yourself from looking in the mirror as long as possible, but eventually your gaze moved past it again, past him. She was gone. But he was still watching. He cocked his head, motioning for you to come. You shook your head and looked away, but not before you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion. It made you smirk. He wasn’t use to rejection.
He kept watching you, knowing you could feel it. When you looked again, his hand came up and this time he wiggled his finger. “Come here.” He mouthed. He had a look on his face that told you if you didn’t go, he’d come get you.
Sighing you downed your drink, before you turned, and hopped off the stool and made your way over. “What?” You asked.
He cocked an eyebrow. “You sit there eye fucking me, then when I finally get you over here, you say ’what’?”
“I wasn’t eye fucking you.” You shot him a look. “I was watching her. She’s gone, and so is my interest in this table.”
“Her?” He asked, eyeing you up and down, lingering in all the right places that made you honestly want to rub your thighs together. He knew it too, he saw it in your face. Smug bastard, you thought.
“Yes. Her. She was hot. She looked good in your lap, but she would have looked better in mine.”
A grin spread on his face. “What are you drinking?” He motioned for you to sit across from him, between the other two.
“Whiskey or beer.” You answered as you sat.
He smiled and motioned for a waitress, ordering a round a beer and shots of whiskey. “I’m Dean. Sam, and Cas.” He pointed to them respectively. "And you are…?“
"Still not interested.” You smiled. “Unless you start doing something interesting.”
He chuckled at that as the drinks were brought. “What are you interested in?”
“Other then her?” He nodded. “Not much around here.” You said, looking around. “I figured ladies night would be a bit more busy, better selection.”
“Of women?”
“Of both.”
“What would be interesting then?” He licked his plump lips again. Sam chuckled and shook his head.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“What you want.” You told him, eyes locking with his.
“Oh, sweetheart, I want you. But now I kind of want to watch you with someone else.”
“Pick a target. Any target.”
He grinned that devilish grin again. Sam cocked an eyebrow as Dean looked around. “Her.” He pointed to a blonde by the bar. Not far from where you had been sitting earlier.
You looked her up and down. “I’ll consider going over there and making out with her for you.” He grinned as you turned back to him. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to see you kiss someone first.”
“Point me to her, sweetheart.”
You laughed. “I never said a her. In fact, I’d rather it be a him. It’s only fair.”
Dean pointed to Sam. “Dude’s my brother.”
You chuckled. “I didn’t specify who.”
He glanced over at Cas, who tilted his head to the side at him and furrowed his brows. You expecting him to say ‘No way!’ It’s what usually happened. Whenever a guy found out you were into both sexes and they wanted to watch, this was how you often got out of it while getting them to leave you alone.
Before you could react, he reached out for Cas and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips pressing hard against his friends. You were shocked, and clearly so was his brother. But not so much his friend. When he pulled away he simply gave you that grin again.
“You’ve wanted to do that for a while now, haven’t you?” You smirked at him
He shrugged. “Your turn, sweetheart.”
You bit your lip as you grinned. “I guess it is.” You downed your shot of whiskey, and stood up, heading over to the bar.
“You’re bringing her back to the motel, aren’t you?” Sam asked, a smile on his face.
Dean watched as it took all of a minute before you had her pulled into a deep kiss. When you broke it, you said something, and she nodded. You kissed her again before taking her hand and leading her towards the bathroom. You motioned for him to follow as you went past.
“Oh Sammy… I want to keep her. She’s my kinda girl.” He downed his shot before getting up to follow.
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Three days had gone by since the boys left after getting that last bit of information Sam found. Three days in this heat, bored and alone. You had slept in the library last night, for some reason it was cooler then the bedrooms. You had thrown a sheet over one of the old leather loungers, so you wouldn’t stick, and snuggled up with a book.
You weren’t expecting anyone home, so you didn’t bother to get dressed or shower yet. You were still in just your boxers and tank top that you woke up in 10 minutes earlier. You were sitting on the kitchen counter eating ice cream out of the container when you heard the door. They were early.
You heard Dean coming in first. “Hunt go better then expected?” you asked, before you saw his face. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, grumbled something you couldn’t understand and stormed back out.
Sam came in right behind him, but dropped into a chair “Not exactly…”
“Bad intel?” You asked him.
Cas came in and stood in front of you. “Not incorrect, no.” he said mater-of-factly. “Just, incomplete.”
Dean came back in, grabbed another beer and sat at the table across from Sam. “Why is it so god damn hot in here?” You shrugged and offered him some ice cream. He shook his head. You looked at Sam who also shook his head.
“Oh well.” you said as you scooped up another spoon full. When you looked up, Cas was watching you, while Sam and Dean talked amongst themselves. You smirked at him as you put the spoon in your mouth and slowly pulled it out. There was still a bit of ice cream on it, so you slowly licked it off. He swallowed, his eyes on your lips. When Deans beer bottle hit the table, Cas jumped, snapping out of it.
“Come on Sammy, lets figure out why it’s so god damn hot in here.” Then he pointed at Cas. “Don’t you make me regret leaving you in here without adult supervision.” You smiled at Dean innocently as he passed between you and Cas, and Sam just shook his head at you.
You smiled at Cas. “Ice cream?” you asked motioning for him to come closer.
He glanced to the door Dean just walked out of.
“But.. Dean said…”
“Did Dean say you couldn’t have Ice cream?” He shook his head. “Then I don’t see the problem.” You reached forward to grab his tie, pulling him to stand closer, between your legs. You scooped out some ice cream, and ate it slowly, just like before. Cas’s mouth opened as he watched your lips.You licked your lips, and took another scoop.
You bit your bottom lip as you brought the spoon to Cas’s mouth. His lips closed around it as you slowly pulled it out. You took another scoop and handed him the spoon.
He lift the spoon up between you, with the intention of feeding it to you, when Dean and Sam walked in.
“God Damnit, Cas! What the hell did I say?” He grabbed the back of Cas’s trench coat and pulled him away. The spoon clattered to the floor.
“But .. I just…”
“He just wanted ice cream Dean.” you said.
“He doesn’t eat! Why the hell would he suddenly want Ice cream?! Get out Cas! Freaking Perv.” You heard the flutter of wings and he was gone.
You sighed and hopped off the counter. “I’m going to take a bath.” and walked out.
“What’s her problem?” you heard Dean asking behind you.
You filled yourself a lukewarm bubble bath. It was too hot for anything warmer, but you also didn’t want it too cold. You were laying in the tub, hair up in a messy bun, reading a book when you heard wings flutter.
“Cas?” You looked over. He stepped to the toilet next to the tub, lowered the toilet cover and sat on it.
“Why does Dean get so mad when I’m near you? Am I doing something inappropriate? Do you dislike my company?” He was looking at the floor as he spoke.
You smiled up at him. “I love your company, Cas.”
“Then why have I been banned from you.”
“You aren’t banned, Cas..”
“Yes I am.” He turned to look at you. “Dean said so.”
“He can’t… wait.. He said you are banned from being alone with me?” Cas nodded. “And so you came into the bathroom while I’m bathing?”
“Well I needed to speak with you. And this is where you were. So yes.”
You laughed. “Oh man, Dean is going to kill you.”
You heard a pounding on the door. “Damn right I am! Cas you open this door right now or I’ll break it down!” Dean had been walking by and heard Cas telling you he was banned. Cas looked at the door, then turned back to you, eyes wide.
Suddenly the door burst open as Dean kicked it in. Angel wings fluttered and Cas disappeared.
“Son of a bitch!!” Dean screamed at the ceiling.
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Y/N - Cas, did it hurt?
Cas- Did what hurt? Many things on earth hurt. You may need to be more specific.
Y/N - when you fell from heaven.
Cas - that is not a pleasant thing to have happen Y/N.
Y/N- Are those space pants Cas?
Cas - They are the same pants I am always wearing. why?
Y/N - cuz your ass is out of this world.
Cas- .. I do not understand what is happening.
Y/N - was your dad a baker?
Cas - God is my father Y/N, you already know this. I am an angel of the Lord after all.
Y/N - cuz you have a nice set of buns.
Cas - Why are we now speaking about baked goods?
Y/N - Are you a keyboard?
Cas - I am an angel…
Y/N- cuz you are just my type.
Cas - I am growing very confused with this conversation. I’m going to ask Dean what is happening.
Y/N - NO WAIT CASS DON’T!
Y/N - CAS!!??
Cas - Dean says you are intoxicated and thinks you are very interested in me sexually. He also finds this very amusing. I’m afraid he might asphyxiate if he continues to laugh this hard..
Y/N - I’m going to go die of embarrassment in the corner now thanks cas…
Cas - I don’t think that is truly possible, but if it is, I can always bring you back to life. :)
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Warning : Not much, still messing with Cas. Annoyed Dean.
Part 2 of Flirtations.
Cas couldn’t concentrate on what he was reading. He kept looking over at you sipping your wine.
You were wearing shorts and a tank top. When you caught him looking at you, you casually shifted how you were sitting so your breasts were resting on the table and you ‘accidentally’ spilled a drop of wine onto your cleavage. You used a finger to wipe it off, sucking it off slowly and winked.
He pulled on his collar and loosened his tie. Dean glared at him and he quickly went back to reading. When Dean looked over, your shirt was pulled up more and you were looking over at the shelves trying to decide what book to read.
Then, you heard Sam calling for Dean. When he left the room to see what Sam had found, you smiled to yourself and moved your chair over to the book case. There was a book way up top that you knew had to do with what the boys were looking for. You COULD have asked Cas to get it for you, but where was the fun in that.
You stood up on the chair, and wiggled your ass a bit, to be sure you got his attention. You turned, and seeing him staring at you, you got on your tippy toes to 'reach’ for the book. You wobbled a bit, like you were going to fall. In the blink of an eye, he was there, hands on your thighs to steady you as he looked up at you. You smiled down at him and grabbed the book.
“Seriously Cas!?” From where Dean was standing, it looked like Cas was looking up your shorts and feeling you up. “Keep it in your god damn pants. Or I swear..” He left the threat open, as he grabbed Cas yanking him away from you.
“But .. she..” Cas stuttered
“I don’t want to hear it!” Dean was getting annoyed. He shoved him back into his chair and pointed at the book. Cas sighed.
You put the chair back and sat back down to read. Every time you caught Cas looking at you, you would shift, or move in a way that kept his attention. Or you’d smile or wink, maybe lick your lip or bite it. But when Dean looked over to see what Cas was looking at, you were just innocently reading your book.
You were in the middle of grabbing Cas’s attention. Reading, legs crossed, one arm crossed under your breasts, and a finger between your lips, biting it slightly, when a book slammed down next to you, causing you to jump.
Sam sat next to you shaking his head. “You know, if you keep up this game, Dean will probably break his nose.” You looked over at Dean who had just growled at Cas. “Your in his blind spot, y/n. You’re the baby sister we never had. To him, you can do no wrong.”
You smiled softly at the thought, and got out of your chair, walked over to Cas and kissed him softy on the cheek before walking out of the room.
“What the hell is going on!” was the last thing you heard from Dean before Sam laughed.
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A/N : The original authors note from 11 months ago read : “So, this is how last night went…” I wrote this while pregnant with Matrim.
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“Cum for Daddy, Kitten.” Cas’s voice was thick and low in your ear as your hips rolled against his hand. His fingers deftly moving over you clit bringing you closer and closer. You whimpered out a ‘Fuck’ as you gripped him tighter, your strokes slowing as your toes curled and your muscles tensed right before you came. Your hips bucked up as it rolled through you, and you could hear the smile on his face, in his breath as it hit your cheek.
You laid there panting as he worked you down, his lips meeting yours softly. “Good?”
You nodded. “Very.” you smiled.
He smiled, kissing you again. “My turn?”
You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned. He had one day called himself Daddy in the bedroom, something he had seen in a random porn on Dean’s laptop once upon a time, and was glad to see you enjoyed it when it came out at the perfect moment.
“By the way.” You told him, as you shifted to get on your knees, elbow near his hip holding you up. “Your son doesn’t like being woken up to mommy shaking with one hell of an orgasm.”
He chuckled and grinned, a hand moving over your stomach. “He’ll get use to it.” He was so over the moon since finding out you were pregnant. He kissed you softly one last time before you took him in your mouth. He groaned softly, watching you.
It didn’t take long to get him close. Not on the edge, but close. He had your ponytail in his hand, his lips parted and he was panting as you bobbed up and down on the tip only and played with his balls. A curse escaped his lips, and you tried not to giggle. Cas cursing was always adorable, especially when you did this. It was probably his favorite. His hips moved slightly as his head went back, then suddenly his hips jerked slightly, and he let out an “Ow.”
You looked up, worried you had maybe tugged his balls too hard. “You okay?”
“I think.. something bit me? On my posterior.”
“Maybe I got you with my fingernail?”
He shook his head, and you moved to his side as he shifted around. His hand swept along the bed, under his ass. “No, I feel something. Cat claw? I think there was a cat claw stuck in the sheet.”
Just then, you heard a soft “Mrow” as the orange cat he had taken in jumped up on the bed, ignoring you and walking up Cas’s leg and onto his hip. “Preow.” the cat eyed him.
Cas sighed and laid back against the pillow. “You demand attention too, do you.” He smiled at the cat and began to pet it as it moved to his chest and sat, nosing at his chin.
“Attention whore.” you teased the cat as Cas pulled you closer too. You reached out and pet behind his ear. “I guess we’re done for tonight huh.” You looked up at Cas.
He nodded. “Yes. But we’ll have tomorrow.” He kissed you softly. “Hopefully, uninterrupted this time.”
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Idea from @reigningqueenofwords - You flirt with Cas when Dean leaves the room, but then pretend nothing happened.
Part 1 of Flirtations.
You were bored out of your skull. You’d been cooped up in the bunker for days while the boys did research. Sam was looking through archives, while Dean and Cas were pouring through books in the main library. Watching Cas and Dean, you got an idea that could keep you entertained, at least for a bit.
“Hey Dean, can you do me a favor?” you asked sweetly, as you leaned on the door frame.
“What’s up?” He barely looked up from his book.
“Can you grab me a glass of wine, please?”
He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Why can’t you do that yourself?”
You pouted as you walked more into the room. “I can’t reach the wine glasses. I’m too short. I mean, I guess I could monkey my way up there, but I might break something…” Sighing he got up and headed for the kitchen. “Thanks.” you told him as he walked past.
You went and sat on the table in front of Cas, crossing your legs. He looked at your legs and his eyes slowly moved up to meet yours. You smiled sweetly, and ran his tie through your fingers. “Looking good today, Cas.” His eyebrows shot up as you bit your lip. You slowly slid off the table letting his tie drop as you started to walk away.
“Uh.. y/n?” You turned to look at him, he was flustered. Perfect. “Uhm.. I uhm…” He was scrambling to think of something to say. “I bet you taste sweeter than pie.” He blurted out.
“What the hell, Cas!” You heard Dean yell behind you as he came back in the room and handed you your wine. “You don’t friggen talk like that to a lady!”
“But..” He looked from you to Dean. “But I’ve heard you say that a bunch of times!” He looked confused, and adorable. It was so hard to not laugh.
“Shut up.” Dean said. “Why would you even say that to her any ways, come on.”
“But.. she.. I mean.. I thought..” he looked to you for help.
You shrugged at Dean “I just said he looked good in that tie you bought him for Christmas.. that’s all.”
“You thought wrong.” he growled at Cas and went back to his book.
You smiled and winked at Cas. He just sighed in defeat. Let the games begin, you thought, as you sat down nearby watching Cas.
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When the Angels fell, you grabbed a vessel and hid. Anyone with any connection to Castiel or Metatron were being hunted down. That meant you. You went into hiding, fast. Taking your vessel off into the woods to an abandoned cabin. You hid yourself from other angels as much as you could and you laid low.
Castiel had been your superior, for a time. You had always greatly admired him, so when he went up against Raphael, you had followed. More then happy to do anything he asked of you. When things turned bad, you had done your best to stay close as long as you could without dying. When he disappeared from Heaven, you had missed him. But you continued on, following orders as always. But being so close to Castiel, you started to question those orders. Then came the fall. And all hell broke loose on Earth.
When you heard word that Bartholomew was dead, Castiel had killed him, you ran. You ran from your secluded cabin to find him. He was alive.
You had heard word of him being with the Winchesters, which didn’t surprise you. And you know they often frequented diners that sold pie. So that’s why you found yourself here. Small town Kansas population nothing. But, word said they were heading right to you. You sighed as you sipped your coffee.
You were in a booth next to the door. The small diner was pretty packed considering the size of the town. All the other booths taken, just a few tables available. When you heard the door chime, you looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. You had never felt this way before. It wasn’t coming from you. Not all of it. It was your vessel. You frowned and searched through memories for an answer. You looked up again as they sat in the table closest to you. You tried not to stare. Castiel had his back towards you, the other two sitting across from him.
“Jesus. Not even in the door and you have an admirer Dean.” Sam chuckled.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked past Castiel at you. “How you doing , sweetheart?” he smirked. But what came next took him off guard. It was another name you breathed out, not his. Something he obviously wasn’t use to.
“Castiel…”
When he turned to face you, you could have swore his face flushed. “Y/N?” he asked softly.
You smiled. “You remember me.”
“Of course I do.” He cocked his head slightly. “I thought you were dead..”
You shrugged, looking down. “That’s what I wanted everyone to think. It was bad, Castiel. Before the fall, and after.” Your eyes met his. “Is it true?”
“Is what true, Y/N?”
“Is it true you killed Bartholomew? We can come out of hiding now?” He nodded making you smile softly. “I knew if anyone could do it, it was you, Castiel.” He smiled softly at you. Something you had never seen him do before.
“What the hell is going on? Who’s this girl Cas is making love eyes at?” Dean looked almost frustrated, which made Sam laugh.
“Love?” you looked at him confused. You furrowed your brows a bit, searching the memories again. Then smiled. “Jimmy..” you voice was breathless, like you had just had a hot and heavy session. She had loved him once, years ago. Memories of nights spent with him, and mornings of waking up in his arms. You looked back at Cas. “My vessel remembers yours well , Castiel.”
Cas smiled again. “As does mine.”
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