Castiel got his first tattoo the day he turned eighteen. It was a Dean day. He woke to find the hunter leaning against his door frame with a smirk, saying that he’d just been ‘passing through’ and holding a badly wrapped present.
“So, I thought I’d drop by and give you a present,” said Dean, grinning as he held out the package.
Castiel put his cigarette out in the already overflowing ash tray by the door and studied him with a slow smile. Ignoring the present, Castiel stepped into Dean’s space and linked his arms around Dean’s neck.
“And what a wonderful present you are.”
If it was possible, Dean’s grin grew even wider.
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