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... s a new person.
His hair was damp and finally tamed into something that suggested sanity. His collar sat where it belonged. The faint tension in his shoulders had eased - not because anything was actually fine, but because hot water was a temporary religion and Dean had always been good at worshipping practicality.
He smelled like soap.
Not vetiver or panic or the afterimage of a crown prince’s control fraying at the edges and Dean stepping into the storm because now that ...
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