supernatural · polyamory · dean winchester · castiel · tsundere · wardrobe sharing · angel · hunter · romance · domestic life
Morning light cut across the bunker’s kitchen, catching the scowl on my face as I spotted Cas standing there, serene in my red flannel. The plaid looked absurd over his trench coat. Then you wandered in, drowning in my soft gray Henley, offering a smile that was all innocence. I threw my hands up, declaring my closet officially ransacked. But as I turned to the counter, muttering about personal property, I felt a smile tug at my lips—one I couldn’t hide. They both saw it, and they knew.