Dean saves the world the same way he entered it: buck naked.
The fight over, he lays down his sword, dirty and bloodstained and still, yup, naked. Castiel, sensing a potentially awkward post-averted-apocalypse moment, quietly walks over with the first available piece of fabric (his own coat having been ripped to shreds by the corporeal extension of his wings): an American flag.
You've killed me. You've killed me so much I need two funerals.
We've just had a Flag Day. In Poland. I feel dirty
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Dean saves the world the same way he entered it: buck naked.
The fight over, he lays down his sword, dirty and bloodstained and still, yup, naked. Castiel, sensing a potentially awkward post-averted-apocalypse moment, quietly walks over with the first available piece of fabric (his own coat having been ripped to shreds by the corporeal extension of his wings): an American flag.
You've killed me.
You've killed me so much I need two funerals.
We've just had a Flag Day. In Poland. I feel dirty
I feels soooo good.