A Destiel Fic by Yuru
Castiel had never suffered like this in his life before. He felt like he was dying. Or at least he wished he was, because then his body temperature would lower minutely. It was the hottest summer he had ever lived through. It may not have been, but this was the first time he had been human during one, and forced to endure such scalding temperatures. He lay awake in the darkness of the bunker, staring up at the ceiling, barely able to make out the panels there.
It was fuck-off o’clock in the morning, mind numbingly hot and stuffy to the point he occasionally thought he may run out of oxygen.