Ch. Eleven

“You’re staring again,” Dean murmured, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “I’m allowed,” Cas said softly, thumb brushing over Dean’s collarbone. Dean huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “Yeah? Since when?” “Since always,” Cas answered, and Dean turned his head just slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. ☀️🌾💛

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