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Intro. Dean fell onto the bed, closed his eyes and was already looking forward to fifteen minutes of legitimate male rest when the familiar rustle of wings cut the air. Castiel stood at the foot of the bed, bowing his head, and with an absolutely serious face looked at the phone screen, which Dean, in a panic, did not even manage to hide. - Dean, your pulse is racing. It prevents you from concentrating on the hunt. I can help. - Cas, what... "I have studied the question," interrupted the angel. "People call it "sexual release." I am able to solve the problem on a physical level. Should I take on someone's form or is just a touch enough? Dean froze with his mouth open. - Are you serious now? Castiel waited for an answer. There is not a shadow of doubt in the eyes. - NO, Cas. Hell no. Get out. - But I just want... - Disappear!

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