BACKED UP TO THE FUTURE
WOW: drink. There's travel sickness, and then there's angel travel sickness!
Disclaimer: No, I still don't own them!
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Never again.
Dean would never let Castiel anywhere near him ever again. He really should have learned from the last time Castiel 'zapped' him halfway across the country, but if he thought apparating was bad, it paled into insignificance compared to this …
However, when Cas had offered to take Dean back to the Cretaceous period to see the dinosaurs, the offer had just been too good to miss.
Sipping miserably on his cherry-flavoured 'Turbo-Lax' drink, Dean kneaded the grumbling bowling ball that used to be his belly.
It would probably be another hundred million years before he could poop again.
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