Angels & Demons 'verse
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"Nobody wants to buy flowers from a demon."
Sam had said those words the day before Dean’s grand opening for his flower shop, an old business that had been long forgotten after the deaths of Dean’s mother, Mary Winchester, and aunt, Karen Singer. But Dean had never forgotten their dream, even after his eyes turned black when he was fifteen and everyone started treating him differently.
That’s what happened to everyone when they transitioned. Everyone started out as humans, but with time, they would eventually become who they were on the inside. A demon, a human, or an angel.
Dean was a demon. He wasn’t always sure why, but he had his guesses. But there was a certain order to things. Demons didn't sell flowers, humans minded their own business, and angels and demons tended to avoid each other. Always.
That is, until an angry angel showed up at Dean's shop after hours and refused to leave. Typical.
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- Part 1 of Angels & Demons 'verse
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“You’re thinking too hard again,” Castiel mumbled after a moment, flicking away pencil shavings before he reached over for a new utensil. “You’re quiet.”
Dean hummed in response, hooking his chin over Cas’s shoulder so he could watch him work.
The new design was beautiful. It was supposed to be an entire back piece for Dean. He’d always liked the idea of wings, being able to fly away wherever he wanted. Damn his fear of heights. Dean thought it’d be cool on his terms. Also, wings now reminded him of Cas.
Dean shrugged and looked around Cas’s back studio, the relatively small office of Cas’s Enochian Parlor. “I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “Thinkin’ about your work.”
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- Part 2 of Angels & Demons 'verse
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It was Christmas Eve, and Dean was quiet. Castiel didn’t understand it. The entire week after their shopping trip, Dean had felt off. Castiel had sensed it the moment Dean stepped up to the checkout with his bandaged hands and smile Castiel knew to be false.
He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t pinpoint the reason for his uncertainty. But he’d known Dean for almost a full year now. They lived together, shared the same spaces and same bed. Castiel knew how Dean woke up in the morning, how he groaned in his sleep and the smiles he made when he was flustered or hiding concern.
But the look on Dean’s face on the drive home from the store burned strangely in his mind. It echoed through him, the wrongness that seemed to be radiating from Dean’s entire body.
There was something he was missing. Something important. He was determined to find out what it was.
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- Part 3 of Angels & Demons 'verse