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31. Scent
Dean had loads of favourite scents. The inside of Baby was one. So was the smell of pie, especially apple – just the way his mom used to make it. Beer was also appealing, along with cinnamon, tomato rice soup and – to his surprise – flowers. What the hell? That was so girly!
But Dean now knew his very favourite scent. If he could only smell one thing in the whole world, he would choose the smell of Castiel. Cas was made up of so many scents – his hair smelled like apple and coconut, his lips smelled of the honey he loved to eat and his body smelled like a myriad of scents. But it wasn't these individual scents that Dean loved. It was all of them combined to make Cas. Cas was the perfect scent and Dean could spend hours trying to discern every individual smell just for an excuse to be able to hold his angel close (though he'd die before admitting that he ever thought something so cheesy).