Fics like Three Things

For the most part, Dean got along with everyone. Or at least could fake it. Dealing with Castiel Novak was a completely different story. Three very distinct things were working against him. The first being he flirted with anything remotely attractive that moved, and ignored customers in his attempts to warm his bed at night. It wasn’t as though he was just an alpha. He was a fuckin’ alpha on steroids, who had a one track mind when it came to getting laid, which just so happened to be every. Single. Night. The second was the fact that he came into work high as fuck most nights, and Dean could always count on it Fridays and by the end of his shift Sunday. But his third problem? Castiel Novak was hot as fuck. Like he had walked right out of one of Dean’s wet dreams, and he hated how much his body craved him. He hated him on paper: slut, hard drug user, street drug seller, who knew what else was on that list. But he wanted him. Bad.

Fics like Three Things

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