Retrograde
for @ltleflrt for this post. I couldn’t get this little snippet of spiritual!Dean meeting businessman!Cas out of my head xxx
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The Capricorns must be particularly horny this week, Dean thinks as he restocks the balsa wood & sweet orange candles. (For the third time that week.) And who can blame them? A Mars retrograde takes its due wherever it pleases.
He takes a cheeky sniff and hums to himself, suddenly awash with images of a plush warm rug in front of a crackling fire, and two glasses of something dark nearby.
Well, maybe the Capricorns and the Aquariuses are having a little trouble with their libido this month.
He recaps the candle and finishes restocking, but at the final set he finds that there’s no room on the shelf for the last candle in his basket. He turns the spare in his hand. It’s the lavender & peach one that he favours for stressed and overworked customers.
“What are you doing?” he asks it, idly rubbing the label. Usually the universe gives him a spare candle only when he’s most in need of it, but he couldn’t be further from stressed. His henna is fresh, he’s had his own music playing in the back office all week, and (apart from a few wayward dreams about strong sexy strangers) he’s never had more regular sleep in his life.
But the universe always knows best.
Someone coughs and he had been so distracted he hadn’t even noticed anyone come in, so when he looks up he’s totally unprepared for Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome looking back at him. Eyes so blue Dean’s a heartbeat away from throwing out his crystals and watching the moon through them instead.
He blinks mechanically and takes maybe a moment too long to smile, but it’s a moment he uses to take in the rest of Mr. TD&H, from the polished shine of his shoes to the cluttered hunch of his shoulders beneath the stiffest suit Dean has ever seen.
“Hi,” Dean says, pulling the lighter from his back pocket and clicking it over the candle. “You must be my delivery from the universe.”
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