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Simmer down, simmer down
They say we’re too young now to amount to anything else
Dean had finally managed to put Castiel’s clothes in the laundry bag. The angel was always wearing the same trench-coat and suit, it was about time he got to clean them up.
But look around
We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now
To get him rid of it, Dean had to accept letting Cas choose the music for the whole day and he was starting to think clean clothes weren’t worth the crappy songs in his head.
If you don’t swim, you’ll drown
But don’t move, honey
Sam was out at the laundromat, and Dean was helping Cas choose some clothes in his closet. The guy was standing in front of him, only wearing some old boxer. Dean couldn’t help but let his stare wandering…
You look so perfect standing there
In my american apparel underwear
And I know now, that I’m so down….
Your messy hair is a work of art
I’ve got your hand tatooed since you raised me out
And I know now, that I’m so down….