"Stings like a bitch all over," Dean grouses, shoving back against the warmth he can feel rolling off Castiel's body.
He's still so fucking tired, but now that he knows why, he vehemently fights off sleep. "Should heat up my core," he says, trying to drag Castiel's hand down to his chest.
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Date: 2013-12-30 05:58 am (UTC)He's still so fucking tired, but now that he knows why, he vehemently fights off sleep. "Should heat up my core," he says, trying to drag Castiel's hand down to his chest.