“What psychic have you seen that can do this?” asked Castiel, blue eyes glaring at John.
John’s brow furrowed and his mouth opened to speak, but shut with an audible clack of teeth when the kitchen cutlery levitated itself out of a kitchen drawer.
“What the fuck?”
Singer sighed and removed his trucker hat to run a weather beaten hand through his hair.
“As you can see, John Winchester, I am not just some psychic.” Castiel’s voice was low and dangerous. Dean inwardly shivered. “I am much, much more than that.”
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A few notes:
This is not a 2014 future DeanCas story. I think my first post here was a little misleading.
Also, this is becoming a pretty big project. I’ve already got a track list. XD I’m writing at least 20 chapters before I start posting on AO3. Otherwise I feel like I’ll abandon it.
But, I’ll be posting a lot of snippets here! Hoping for some feedback or just interest?
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