Catwan
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'The boy behind him looked around his age, maybe a little older, with a slicked up quiff gelled just the right way, striking blue eyes, multiple ear piercings, a little silver lip ring and a long leather trench coat on with muddy timberlands at his feet.
"Close your mouth, Dean." The boy laughed.
"Huh?" Dean was genuinely confused at the boy's words.
"Oh my god, are you being serious?" The boy chuckled and walked around the back of the chair, placing himself beside him. He ran his tongue over the little ring at the right hand corner of his mouth and Dean was still speechless, who the hell was he?
"Damnit Dean, it's me, Cas." And the boy turned round fully, covering up his lip ring with two fingers to see if Dean recognised him any better without it.'