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Deal with it.

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ENJOY LILY AND LISA AND DEANSSUNSHINE

It's sweater weather. Finally, it's sweater weather, which means Dean gets to watch his 'friend' walk to work wearing all kinds of sweaters, ranging from super dorky, to super sexy. It is definitely Deans favorite time of year.

Today, Cas is wearing a sweater with three kittens on it. One with a double edged knife, another with a gun, and the last aiming a bow and arrow towards whoever looks at the jumper from head on. With a quote above it that made Dean laugh.

'Feliz Navi - DON'T FUCK WITH US!'

"Hey Princess," Cas has said as he walked past Deans shop towards his tattoo parlor, "nice hat."

"Thanks, Asshole."

The sweet, old lady in smelling Deans carnations gasped softly, causing Dean to chuckle.

It wasn't until around lunchtime that Dean finally got to see Cas again.

He stepped out into the alley behind their shops for their breaks, that just so happened to be at the same time, everyday, and was greeted with his favorite smirk.

"What would you do if I fucked you right now, in this alley?"

Dean chuckled darkly, shaking his head slowly. "You wouldn't be doing the fucking, Darling."

Cas' smirk turned sweet as he pushed himself of the wall he was leaning against, walking towards Dean to wrap his arms around his waist, under his big jacket, searching for warmth.

Dean felt him sigh against his neck, before turning his head to bite his jaw. "I missed this Cologne. Hmm."

It was during Cas' next inhalation that their moment was ruined, but the old fat guy that owned the wine bar next to Deans store.

"Get a room would ya? Other people don't need to watch you two go at it like rabbits twenty-four seven."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Eat my ass, Crowley."

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't ya? Ha."

The little old man waddled back into his bar, leaving Dean the explore Cas' neck in silence.

"I have a customer coming back in five, Princess."

Dean didn't stop his actions, slowly creeping his hands under Castiels sweater.

"I believe my record is two minutes and forty-six seconds, so, you have time."

"I don't care how fast you can make me shoot, Dean, I need to get back," he chuckled at Deans frustrated huff, "I promise I'll ride you for hours tonight."

Cas laughed out loud as Dean aggressively shoved him away, before crossing his arms and pouting.

"I don't want to wait!" Cas nearly doubled over when Dean stomped his foot against the ground and frowned.

"I spoil you," Cas whispered, before placing a soft kiss against his florists nose, "you have to wait."

"I don't have to do shit," Dean murmured as Cas walked back into his parlor.

Cas made it back to his counter just in time for his customer to walk through the door.

hahahaha you thought they were gunna have sex HAHA nope. hahahahaha. I'm evil.

Love, Chief.