Truth was he hadn’t expected to see Castiel again. It wasn’t like they had exchanged numbers or anything, it was a simple case of helping someone out. Basic human albeit horny, biologically driven decency. He knew he could have gotten it from Sam but Cas was like his only friend. Not that Sam couldn’t make any, quite the opposite, the kid had always been well sought out after. Making friends just wasn’t a priority. So Dean went on with life ignoring his bodies protests for a good fuck, because really Cas had taken to the forefront of Deans spank bank, and went on with life as he usually did. That was until he ran out of coffee.
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