A week slipped by in silence. Dean moved like a ghost in her own home, doing everything Gabriel expected of herβcooking, cleaning, smiling faintly when he spoke, lying in bed beside him like the perfect fiancΓ©e.
But inside, she was restless, empty. Every night she closed her eyes and thought of Cas. Every time Gabriel touched her hand, she remembered Casβs rough grip on her thighs. And every time she dressed, she felt the smoothness of her freshly shaved pussyβCasβs mark on her body, even when he wasnβt there.

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