Literature
Cuffed p2
Dean leaned over to grab the last beer in the fridge, his cuffed arm extended behind him. He stood upright, popping open the beer, and taking a large swig of it. When he turned around, Cas was right there. In his personal space. Again. Only, this time, the angel couldn't just take a step back with a husk apology, and the two could just pretend like it never happened. Nope. Not this time. Dean lowered his chin, his emerald eyes grazing down to peer at their cuffed hands. He let out a sigh, then suddenly stiffened. Gabriel said he was going to keep them like this for as long as he liked... How was Dean going to take a shower, or even go to the
