Dean coughed, he could barely breathe. He wondered how long Cas was in here...
"I've got you. I've got you." Dean said quietly, it was barely heard over the roar of the fire. He could see that the back of Castiel's shirt was ripped, and the skin beneath it was burned. Dean put his arms under Castiel and held him close to his chest.
"We're going to get out of here..."
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
