Straven

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Cas drifted out from sleep and into waking. The dark rock ceiling greeted his bleary vision. To make it clear, he rolled onto his side and draped his arm over Mingan’s torso. She didn’t even stir. He smiled in affectionate exasperation; she was thoroughly passed out.

Drinking a decent amount of alcohol followed by great drunk sex would do that.

Cas stroked Mingan’s hair off her forehead, trailing his knuckles down her cheek. Even in the dim ...