Summary: Sheila Tate knows there's something special about the man that isn't Charles.
Spoilers/setting: after 8.8
Warnings: not really.
Rating: G
Genre: er fluff. Sort of Castiel/the little old lady, but there's nothing at all dirty or squicky about it. Unless you're REALLY REALLY squickable.
Wordcount: 408
Disclaimer: Cas is not mine and neither is Sheila Tate and neither is Sunset Fields Retirement Center.
A/N: this is totally fanfic of a fanfic.
The Lost BoysThis can be read without reading this, but I totally recommend reading it first because all I really did was build on it. It's similar in length, so won't take you too long.
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