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Supernatural Gen Fiction: "This Wasn't Even Fun The First Time Around" (PG)

Title: This Wasn't Even Fun The First Time Around
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam, Dean and Castiel (Gen, Humor bordering on Crack)
Rating: PG
Summary: Five unwelcome times Castiel interrupted Dean. Of the many we all know exist. ;)
Author's Note: After writing the Next Time, Knock drabble, I went off on a comment tangent with someone at fanfiction.net, which led to this follow-on story.

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'Who is this young woman, Dean?'Collapse )

Tags: castiel, crack, dean vs. castiel, humor, my_fic, sn_gen, spn_s4_fic
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