dean-el:

I like lines like this in fic. They make me giggle.

Dean’s eyes were locked on the gash on Castiel’s back. Because it wasn’t a cut, it was a gash. It looked like he’d been grazed with a meat cleaver.

“Jesus,” Dean muttered.

“Had nothing to do with it,” Cas said into the pillow.

(via unicornzofdeath)