Castiel's finger now made circles on Dean's freckled and scarred shoulder. His shoulders weren't as scarred, most of his damage was his back, collar bone area, chest, and downwards.
"You don't have to tell me..." Cas whispered.
Dean shook his head and softly smiled. "I want to. No secrets. No more mysterious Dean Winchester."
Castiel laughed at the last part.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
