Dean sits, staring dizzily down at his shirt. It's definitely missing more buttons. He smooths a hand down it, then into Castiel's hair, sucking in a surprised breath when his mind explodes in starlight.
"I...love Star Trek," he hears himself say, too high to worry about the rare admittance as galaxies pinwheel around him. "Did you ever see aliens? That's all I would do if I were an angel. Look for aliens."
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Date: 2016-06-16 04:36 am (UTC)"I...love Star Trek," he hears himself say, too high to worry about the rare admittance as galaxies pinwheel around him. "Did you ever see aliens? That's all I would do if I were an angel. Look for aliens."