"Bossiest angel in the garrison," grunts Dean, but he's already breathless at the gravel in Castiel's voice, turning to pull himself up on his hands and knees. As expected, his right knee protests, but Dean huffs down at it, determined to enjoy himself regardless.
"C'mon," he says, tilting his hips. "Ain't getting any younger down here."
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Date: 2014-07-29 07:16 pm (UTC)"C'mon," he says, tilting his hips. "Ain't getting any younger down here."