[ okay fuck pure. the grip on his shoulders tightens like iron bands, and he turns them both to push dean against the nearest market stall's side before inhaling the breath straight from dean's lungs in a kiss that makes the one with meg look like a preschool valentine's day card. ]
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[ okay fuck pure. the grip on his shoulders tightens like iron bands, and he turns them both to push dean against the nearest market stall's side before inhaling the breath straight from dean's lungs in a kiss that makes the one with meg look like a preschool valentine's day card. ]