They heard a loud clatter and everyone turned around to see a man with ear length hair standing there in shock, grocery bags spilling onto the ground.
"Wh-what happened..?"
The other man that worked at the shop came up quietly and explained the situation.
The cousin started to bolt towards the shop, only to be held back.
"That's my fucking cousin! That's my family! Let me through!"
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
