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"Humor me, Dean," he said, taking a drag from his cigarette. Dean didn't have time to prepare himself, as he was too busy wondering how Castiel knew his name, so he could only gasp in shock when Castiel swept forward and pressed their lips together, blowing cigarette smoke through his parted lips. Dean sucked in the smoke, and shuddered at the rush of nicotine - even if it was second-hand - and a quiet whimper escaped him as Castiel flicked his tongue into his mouth and obscenely stroked Dean's tongue. God, he tasted perfect. Like mint chocolate and smoke and dammit.
Castiel pulled away, a twinkle in his unnaturally blue eyes. Dean choked after a moment and exhaled the smoke, panting quietly. Castiel chuckled and licked his pale pink lips, lifting his hand and taking another drag from the nearly finished cigarette. He flicked away the ash and lowered his hand, blowing the smoke out through his nose - like a dragon.
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The story of how Dean fell head- no, the story of how Dean fell butts over ash for 'bad boy' Castiel Novak.