Me after Him
Castiel smiled nostalgically, “and stealing some territories.”
“One of them being from the late Kentin?”
They exchanged defiant glances.
“Exactly” Castiel licked his lips again, speaking slowly, with a subliminal message shining in his gaze.
“Right, in your photos on social networks on your social networks, and now under my eyes, I can see tattoos. Is it a brand of your mafia, or just a taste?”
“There's a mark, yes.”
“Angel wings?”
Hope pressed the pen in his hand when he realized he released an implicit statement from the photos he saw the day before. Castiel raised one of his eyebrows, tipping his head to the side, and Hope kept his gaze, pretending he wasn't intimidated by it. But she was
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