When Sam leans over and kisses him, there’s the taste of chocolate everywhere. On Sam’s teeth, on Cas’ lips, in the freaking air.
Dean rolls his eyes.
“Freaking” is a word that Dean taught him. Well actually, Dean taught him “fucking”, but it’s the same thing. Right?
Sam pushes him back, until Cas lands on his back in the leaves, and Sam is kissing
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