"You said you don't really date. What about her?"
"She was different. I loved her. I took her to Paris. Paris. I was going to propose, but she turned me down."
"Oh Dean..."
"It's fine... I think I've found someone else now." He said with a smile, green eyes flicking up to Castiel's blue.
Cas could feel his whole face grow hot.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
