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"Anything else, my King?" A demon servant said.
"No." Dean said, a top the throne, with gleaming black eyes. "That'll be all."
The lowly demon left his presence, and Dean found himself bored.
"Cas, get down here." He said in a bored tone.
Within seconds the sound of wings fell upon his ears, and a smirk fell in its signature place.
"You called?" Cas said, standing next to the throne.
"And you always come when I call, don't you Cas." Dean said, looking up at the angel.
"Of course." Cas said, missing the entire point.
"That's what I love about you Cas," Dean said, "your innocence is so endearing. The only black part of your soul is, well, me."
Cas stood silent as Dean stood, "I called you Cas, because right now I'm feeling one thing that the King of Hell should never feel..."
Dean was standing a foot from Cas, and he grabbed his blue tie, and yanked him forward so hard that their lips almost touched.
"...bored. Wanna help me not be?"
"Of course Dean. Anything for you."
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Here you go!
-C.S.