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Dean noticed three things when he woke up. One was the smell of....well, burnt. Burnt something. He panicked for a brief second before he realized it was more of a Kitchen Disaster burnt rather than a Your Whole Life is Going Up In Flames, Again burnt. The second was that the bed was missing a certain fallen-now-human angel. Third, he was cold, because his human space heater of a boyfriend was not currently wrapped around him octo-style as usual, not to mention his thick, goose down comforter was also gone. The last of the three let him know more than anything that something was amiss this morning. Blanket theivery only occurred around the bunker when Cas was upset about one thing or another and hauled off his stolen bits of creature comfort to the den to do what Dean could only describe as nesting.
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