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S: Dean, you know how we have the same phone?
D: Yeah, they were one of those "buy one get one free" deals. Why?
S: We need to do something to make ours very different.
D: Why?
S: You left yours on the table this morning, while I was eating breakfast.
D: And?
S: And I thought it was mine. So I went through the pictures.
D: ....you did what?
S: I went through the pictures, because I thought you had hacked my phone and changed it to the Impala, and I wanted to change the background.
D: …what did you see?
S: Other than things that I'm going to require therapy for?
D: We've known you need help for years.
D: Seriously, Sam. What did you find?
S: I found out that Castiel is one flexible mother fucker.
D: …oh…
S: And those assless chaps look so much better on him.
D: Yeah, they were one of those "buy one get one free" deals. Why?
S: We need to do something to make ours very different.
D: Why?
S: You left yours on the table this morning, while I was eating breakfast.
D: And?
S: And I thought it was mine. So I went through the pictures.
D: ....you did what?
S: I went through the pictures, because I thought you had hacked my phone and changed it to the Impala, and I wanted to change the background.
D: …what did you see?
S: Other than things that I'm going to require therapy for?
D: We've known you need help for years.
D: Seriously, Sam. What did you find?
S: I found out that Castiel is one flexible mother fucker.
D: …oh…
S: And those assless chaps look so much better on him.
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Destiel.
Sam and Dean trudged back home- into a frightfully dull motel room with chipping grey paint clinging to the old beaten up walls. Sam was tired and sore from the demon-hunt. He collapsed on his bed, which made the steel springs shriek as a puff of dust and smoke exploded from the dingy bedspread.
"I'm going out, I need some air," Dean directed at Sam, who was already fast asleep.
Dean walked out of the room and was greeted by a cool wisp of wind as he shut the creaking door as quietly as he could. He turned around and was startled by who he saw. Cas.
"Cas, where has your feathery angel ass been?!"
"Hello, Dean," Castiel replied in a hushed
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(Supernatural) Wincest: I Warned You
SMACK
SMACK
SLAP
SMACK
"Stop it
"
SLAP
SLAP
SMACK
"I mean it
"
SMACK
SMACK
"I'm warning you
"
SLAP
SLAP
"I'm not gonna say it again
"
SLAP
SLAP
SMACK!
"Ow! Hey!" Dean protested, shocked from the slap to the face. "What the hell was that for?!"
"For hitting my ass!" Sam growled as his brother nursed his stinging cheek. "I warned you to stop, jerk!"
Dean guffawed, flexing his jaw. "Well I was just having fun, bitch!" He retorted, spitting off to the side. "You didn't have to go all pissy-housewife on me like I just came home late from having an affair at work!"
Sam rolled his eyes, moving bac
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Castiel is a lesbian -Destiel and Faberry-
"I swear to god if my class bursts out into song one more time!" Dean grumbled over his tater tots in the cafeteria, sitting at a table in the highschool he and Sam were working a job at. He was a coach (for the moment), not some pansy musical host.
"Come on Dean, it's a lot better than homicidal teenagers" Sam quipped back, rubbing the juice box on his head on the side of his temple where a headache no amount of great English literature could fix was throbbing away.
"Homicidal I can deal with, but these kids burst out into songs about feelings and all sorts of bullshit I'm not prepared to deal with" Dean grumbled right back, stealing a hun
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