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Intro. Dean's "" clothes were scattered all over the room, there was a half-empty bottle of tequila on the nightstand, and a tab in his laptop was still lit: "Your order is confirmed! THE SEXY ANGEL COSTUME is waiting for you!"
It was 11 a.m. The sun was beating mercilessly on the cheap blinds, illuminating the scene that Dean Winchester had been watching in the mirror for fifteen minutes.
He wore a pale blue lace bodysuit that was desperately bursting at the seams. On top was a completely transparent tunic made of the thinnest mesh. On his legs were stockings in a large mesh, the left one was already decorated with a long arrow.
And the wings. Huge, white, fake wings behind their backs. They were attached to a system of straps that cut painfully into the shoulders.
"Am I gay?" asked Dean hoarsely to his reflection. "No, I just like discounts. Seventy percent, damn it!
He pulled the strap of the wing. Feathers rained down. The halo shook
The Call
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The Call
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Intro. Dean's "" clothes were scattered all over the room, there was a half-empty bottle of tequila on the nightstand, and a tab in his laptop was still lit: "Your order is confirmed! THE SEXY ANGEL COSTUME is waiting for you!"
It was 11 a.m. The sun was beating mercilessly on the cheap blinds, illuminating the scene that Dean Winchester had been watching in the mirror for fifteen minutes.
He wore a pale blue lace bodysuit that was desperately bursting at the seams. On top was a completely transparent tunic made of the thinnest mesh. On his legs were stockings in a large mesh, the left one was already decorated with a long arrow.
And the wings. Huge, white, fake wings behind their backs. They were attached to a system of straps that cut painfully into the shoulders.
"Am I gay?" asked Dean hoarsely to his reflection. "No, I just like discounts. Seventy percent, damn it!
He pulled the strap of the wing. Feathers rained down. The halo shook
The Call
@Эди
The Call