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Characters: Dean/Castiel
Warning: None
Dean Winchester was not a damsel in distress.
Even if he was currently ten feet above the bus that nearly made him a grease stain on the corner of Fifth and Lincoln; held by a guy with a serious case of bedhead, and friggin’ wings.
Huge, dark wings that billowed out of the back of his tan trench coat.
Seriously? What kind of superhero wears a damned creeper coat?
"Are you alright?" Feathers asks, intense blue stare and gravelly voice making Dean aware of just how tight he’s holding onto khaki fabric.
A loud rustle and a sudden drop steals Dean’s response and before he can even think splat, his feet touch solid ground.
Which he’s really friggin’ thankful for as he hurriedly extracts himself from his rescuer’s grip.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, man.” Nice, quick and definitely undamselly.
"I caught your package as well."
"You caught…what?"
Sure enough a familiar and mint condition bakery box containing the apple pie from Benny’s that he’s been waiting all week for is being held out to him.
The sight of which has Dean clapping the other man on the shoulder with a laugh.
"Dude! My hero!"
