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“No nails, Dean.”
“Ah, c’mon, Cas! I could patch it up, no one'll ever know!”
“Dean,” Castiel says, walking over to his boyfriend with an exasperated look on his face. “I don’t care how good of a ‘craftsman’ you are,” he says with air quotes around the word, “we need our deposit back, and the landlord said ‘no nails.’”
Dean sighs and rolls his eyes, knowing he can’t defy his love- but that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun with it. “Alright, you downer. How am I supposed to hang up all our picture frames, huh? That one of you in the cowboy hat needs to be shown in all its glory.”
It’s Castiel’s turn to roll his eyes. “I don’t know, Dean; be creative.”
Castiel later regrets his choice of words when he returns from the grocery store to find all of their framed photographs dangling from the ceiling fan by his own ties, but shakes his head fondly nonetheless, certain more than ever that Dean Winchester is the one.