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The gaping flame-filled crater has been this way since 1971, when Soviet geologists tapped into a cavern of natural gas and decided to burn it off so it wouldn’t poison anyone. They thought it would take a few days. Four decades later, locals refer to this pit as the Door to Hell.
"I like to keep my issues drawn.
It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
-Florence + the Machine, Shake It Out.
my piece for the Destiel Calendar Project!
"A kiss for luck," says Cas, and pulls Dean’s head around from behind. Dean obligingly purses his lips as Cas’s fingers curl around his jaw. The casual touch sends a thrill down Dean’s spine. He’s seen Cas snap targets’ necks with the hand that’s tucked up under his chin. Their lips press together fleetingly, and then Cas is pulling away.
"Like you need it," Dean says, the corner of his mouth ticking up just a little. Cas smiles back, his eyes crinkling.
"I’ll see you in fifteen minutes," he says before sweeping away, not bothering to check for cars before he trots across the street. His coat swirls around his legs, gun more or less concealed in the folds.
"Make it ten," Dean calls after him, "I’ll race you." He grins at the look Cas points over his shoulder at him, and tucks his gun into the waistband of his pants before he ambles around the corner of the building. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cas duck into the alleyway across the way.
The inconspicuous bag full of sniper rifle parts is exactly where Sam said it would be, so Dean slings it over his shoulder and keeps walking. In the back lot, he casually glances around, then pulls on a pair of gloves. He positions himself and makes a vertical leap for the fire escape ladder.
He climbs all fourteen stories and is a little winded by the time he gets to the rooftop, but he’d shoot himself in the head before he admitted to Sammy that he needs to cut back on the fast food. He shakes himself out as he gets into position, letting his muscles go loose as his breath returns. He carefully lays a cloth on the gravel roof and meticulously picks the pieces of the rifle out of the bag, counting up each of the pieces before he begins to assemble it.
In no time, he’s in position, kneeling at the lip of the roof, peering through the scope. He pinpoints the window where his target is supposed to show up and finds it empty. Dean’s early, after all. He swings the scope around to Cas’s appointed position. He almost startles when he sees Cas squinting right up at him.
"I’m going to win," Cas mouths at him from the ground, and Dean has to get his laughter under control before he can swing the rifle back around and take his shot.
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My piece for the Destiel 2014 Calendar. Go check it out! Everyone did such beautiful work! *breathes heavy* the NSFW Calendar is so bleeping sexy.