Castiel grunts, curling in on himself at Dean's touch before he manages to pull away. He waves impatiently, divesting himself of his remaining clothing before running a hand up the bow of Dean's leg. "Turn over, now," he growls. "On your hands and knees."
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Date: 2014-07-29 05:33 am (UTC)