"That quiche was green," Dean mutters, but his fingers slide back through Castiel's hair easily enough, belly twitching for the warm press of lips. "I don't do enough for your birthday, do I?" he asks. "I mean, apart from agreeing to marry you. That was probably a pretty good fake birthday."
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Date: 2015-01-28 10:56 pm (UTC)