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Destiel Pet ShopDean sat down in a chair in the bunker, sipping on the last little bit of his coffee. Sam was across from him, scrolling through pages on his laptop. Castiel was flipping through the channels on the TV and came across a pet commercial then stopped flipping and leaned closer on the edge of the bed to watch it.
“Free puppies and kittens! Come over right now to see our wide selection!” A dark haired, tall man announced on the commercial with a wide grin.
Castiel didn’t see much of the animals because the tall man was standing right in the middle of the screen, which was really starting to piss Cas off. He blinked when the commercial was over then stood up and looked over at Dean and Sam.
“I think we should get a pet.” Castiel said in his soft gravely voice, which it didn’t matter how loud or soft he spoke, it echoed through the bunker.
“What?” Dean put his cup down and Sam looked up from behind his computer to peer over at Castiel.
Dean's Panic Attack Dean decided to go out for a walk to clear his head for a while. Sam was driving him up the wall with details about their next case. Sure, he didn’t mind it most of the time, but damn; Sam was more talkative than ever right now. Dean laughed softly at the thought and pulled his jacket tighter around him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. It was a bit chilly at night and the wind didn’t help it any either. He walked a little ways and past a small fire that was burning then blinked a couple times and started seeing that he was in hell again.
Dean started to panic. His body started shaking and he fell to the ground, bracing himself up with his hands and knees. He couldn’t stop shaking. He started remembering hell like it was yesterday. The chains. The fire. The screams. Everything was coming back to him in an instant. He felt like his skin was being peeled and shredded off of his body little by little; he felt the ag
Destiel Puppy LoveDean couldn’t believe that they actually got a pet! He told Cas that they didn’t need one! The puppy was making messes everywhere that they had to clean up! It aggravated Dean. Dean loved animals, don’t get him wrong, but goddamn it he’s never had to take care of one.
He watched Sam around the puppy and saw him happy. The happiest he’s seen Sam in a long time. Dean smiled, watching his little brother play with the dog. He didn’t care much for it, but it was making Sam happy and that’s all Dean could ask for.
“Dean, I’m going to go out for a while. Are you okay here by yourself?” Sam stood up as he grabbed his iPod and put on his running shoes. Dean looked at the time and sighed. Sam always went out for a run at this time and then Cas leaves to do whatever, while he’s stuck there to do nothing.
“Yeah. I’m fine, Sammy. You go ahead.” Dean put on a fake smile and watched Sam leave.
“Dean, I mus
AngelesWhen he fell, Cas found Sam and Dean. Dean, of course, greeted him with a hug and Sam only nodded a hello with a 'good to have you back'. They showed him to his room after asking what the hell happened. He had gotten settled in and everything was good.
Cas had been living there for 2 days now. One morning, he had woken early. Sam, Dean, and Kevin should still be asleep. Cas thought he was alone until he heard a faint musical noise come from another room. He looked around, checking the rooms. Sam was snoring and Kevin's room was just quiet. That only left one room. Dean.
After a moment of standing in place, listening to the strumming of a guitar, he heard a voice. It was rough, yet soft and beautiful. Cas has heard many beautiful things in his time, but this...this was more.
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill. Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill and what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill. So glad to meet you, Angeles.
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