ArielAquarial
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Any aches and pains fell away as he hurried into their bathing room. Just as he hoped, he found his husband reclining in their tub, wings splayed carefully over the edge, avoiding the scented water. He didn’t know where to look first. The gentle flush on his cheeks from the heat, the droplets of water sticking to his tan skin, the steam-damp hair curling at the tips, or the ocean blue eyes meeting his as he moved closer to his husband.
Or, Dean really likes washing Cas's hair.
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- Part 5 of The Angel of Thursday
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Cas was quiet. A man of few words, one could say. But, in the right set of circumstances, Cas could be quite vocal.
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Cas is spirited into a forest and given the chance to fight others for the chance to marry the elven prince, Dean. That's ridiculous, of course, and he lets them know. Without a backward glance at the handsome (and very shocked) prince, he leaves and wakes up in his bed the next morning with no memory of the strange dream.
Or: Prince Dean, slighted by the handsome man who refused to fight for the chance to marry him, travels to the human realm to enact some very poorly thought out revenge. It's a flop, of course, but at least he's getting a couple of weeks of vacation, right? RIGHT?!
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Waking up in the middle of the night with his mouth drier than the Sahara Desert wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but when you smoked weed as often as he did, it was inevitable. His roommate wasn't home, so what was the point in getting dressed before he shuffled into the kitchen for a glass of water? It was just past 2 in the morning...what could go wrong?
Or, Cas sleeps in the nude and he's never had a problem with it until now.
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He woke up alone. This was unusual enough that his morning drowsiness was immediately replaced with confusion. Dean worked through his brain to remember if there was an event or something that would draw his husband away, but only one probability came to him. Stomach in his throat, he rushed to Cas’s wardrobe and yanked the wooden doors open, revealing the clothes within. Dropping to his knees, he pulled out the intricate chest containing Cas’s armor, and with a steadying breath, he removed the lid.
Empty.
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- Part 4 of The Angel of Thursday
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This is my domestic Destiel series! Things are written in order, but with time jumps. Expect a lot of fluff, with a pinch of smut mixed in.
It's technically complete because I finished with my original plotline, but I still add to the series regularly!
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