SmallWorlds
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It had been a long day. That was the only way to rationally explain what was going on right now. It was the trickster playing—tricks, or maybe a demon had slipped some sort of hallucinogenic sludge into his beer or maybe—
“I can show you the world,” sang Cas in a gruff baritone. His arms were outstretched dramatically and he refused to meet Dean’s dumbfounded stare.
“Shining, shimmering sple—“
“No.” Dean interrupted. “Please don’t.”