"Ugh you're so cheesy."
Dean flashed him a grin before he stood up and held out his hand.
"Cmon. Let's go." He said with a wink.
"Where?"
"My place. Cmon."
Cas grabbed his hand and the now-not-so-mysterious Dean pulled him along.
That's when he noticed the multiple red scars on Dean's hand.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
