Fics like the bluebells blush when they sing

"Most times when somebody sees their husband in a fucking thong shop they assume he’s cheating on them.” Castiel blinks. “But… You’re not cheating on me…” “I know I’m not cheating on you.” “Which is why I assumed you were buying clothes for Eileen.” Dean swears under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look- Let’s just- Let’s forget this even happened, okay?” Even though it’s phrased as a question, Castiel understands it as closer to the command that it actually is. But Castiel doesn’t want to forget this happened. Something is awkward and lingering in the air between them, in the way that Dean shifts from foot to foot and won’t meet Castiel’s eyes. And if Dean wasn’t shopping for Eileen, and he wasn’t shopping for another woman… The options for who was being shopped for are dwindling by the second. Dean’s face is still pink. Castiel’s heart squeezes tight and forces itself up into his sternum. “You were… shopping for yourself,” he says lowly.

Fics like the bluebells blush when they sing

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