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“It’s not that I love him, I just... really like him.” Castiel sat in front of his computer with his favourite blog on the screen. “I don’t know how to say it, that’s all.” His frown deepened. There was no way that sonofapie liked him. No way. At all.
So it was quite annoying that Cas couldn’t stop himself from feeling that way about him. Only God knew why, because Cas definitely didn’t know, but he did feel that way, and that was that.
He clicked on the small ‘Ask’ button and poised his lean fingers above the keys, ready to type, but then froze. What could he type? There was no words, and there was no way he could do anything. Okay? Not a chance.
He checked the Anonymous box before starting to type.
Hey, uh... I just wanted to say, you’re my favourite blog.
He clicked the ask button before he changed his mind and freaked out.
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Dean scrolled through his Dashboard, not really paying attention to any of the posts there. He’d had an awful day, and not even Tumblr could cure him today. He refreshed, praying for some good posts – then noticed a number next to his inbox. The number 1.
He’d never actually got an ask before. Not a proper one – just spam and people asking him to listen to their band or vote for them in a poll or something. Never something that was actually personal to him. He clicked on it with low expectations, then let a small smile escape his full lips when he saw it was actually something good for once. His eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled, reading the words once, then twice, then three times; over and over again until he’d memorised the message. He lowered his gaze to the sender – they were anonymous.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
What could he write, really? There wasn’t much he could say. He didn’t have time, anyway – Dean wanted to check his own favourite blog. He typed the URL into the bar and grinned fully when he saw him. There was wingsofanangel with his beautiful blue eyes and pink lips. Surely... if someone could send him an anonymous ask, then he was brave enough to do it himself? He opened the ask box.
Uh... you’re beautiful.
God, there was no way he could send that. He went to press backspace, then hit the enter key by accident, swearing under his breath. “Shit.” What the hell was wingsofanangel going to think of him now? At least it was anonymous.