Fic: Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too, part 17/? in Oz
Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too
1400 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
Thanks to kayote_pb_rl for agreeing to take part in my madness!
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
The fifth day starts as most of the others did: Dean wakes up wondering for a split second where Sam is, .
Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too
Day 5
The fifth day starts as most of the others did: Dean wakes up wondering for a split second where Sam is, and then remembers. He gets up, brushes his teeth, and goes downstairs into the living room to check on Castiel, who is scrunched up on the couch so uncomfortably that Dean’s neck aches in sympathy. After a second, he pulls the blanket that’s half slipped off Castiel’s shoulders up again, and then heads into the kitchen for coffee and cereal.
Eventually, Castiel joins him, and they discuss a few more escape plans Dean’s thought of. None of the plans inspire much hope, but they’re better than nothing. Meanwhile, Castiel’s still sticking with his prayer gig.
So they spend the day driving around town, talking to more people downtown (nothing new), and exploring other features of the town more thoroughly: the drive-in movie theater, the library (Castiel gets a library card and checks out a few books on mountain climbing), the electrical power plant, the water filtration system, even the corn fields. Other than a few dog-eared books on how to survive on power bars and three flasks of water in high altitudes, the day passes by with no more tangible results than the previous day.
By the time they order pizza from A Slice of the Piazza, Dean’s tired, cranky and all out of ideas. His mood does not improve when the phone rings and Castiel just stares at it in vague surprise.
“Well?” Dean asks, and then realizes Castiel’s totally clueless. “When it rings, you pick it up, Cas.”
“Oh,” Castiel says, and he picks it up. He holds the phone upside down, though, the receiver at his ear and the speaker at his mouth. Dean sighs and turns it right side up for him. “Hello?”
Castiel listens to what’s being said on the line and then turns to Dean. “The Mayor wishes to speak with you.”
“Great,” Dean says, voice dripping with sarcasm as he accepts the phone. “Hey, Mr. Mayor. You decided to change your mind and stop being a dick?”
“Charming as always, Dean,” the Mayor says. “I already explained to you why you can’t leave this place.”
“Yeah, well, what can I say-I was hoping a couple of days would be enough for you to see the error of your douchy ways. I’m an optimist like that,” Dean replies. “How’d you know I’d be here anyway?”
“Where else would you be? You’re not at your house; Alana already called there to check.”
“Not that this pointless chit chat isn’t fun and all, but did you call me for a reason?” Dean asks, already tired of doing this stupid dance.
“I noticed you placed a supply order from your store yesterday. I hope this means you’ve taken my advice to settle into this community and start your job.”
“You wish, buddy,” Dean says. Of course the Mayor’s such a bureaucrat that he actually checks every single supply order before approving them. Prick. “I didn’t take your house, and I’m sure as hell not taking your job.”
“That is unfortunate. Obviously, this means I won’t be able to approve your order,” the Mayor says. “And until you begin working, I will continue to disregard any supply orders you put in.”
“I guess I’ll have to get my Penthouse somewhere else then,” Dean says.
“I was rather hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” the Mayor says, “but it seems I have no choice. Clearly, you are too stubborn to listen to reason or even accept the carrot when it’s given to you, so I shall have to apply the stick instead. From now on, everyone in the town will be under strict orders not to speak to you, aid you, or accept your money in any form. This applies to James Novak as well, since it appears he is misguidedly helping you at the moment.”
“Wait a second,” Dean says. “Are you putting an embargo on us?”
“You are a persona non grata, Dean,” the Mayor says coolly. “Your money will be of no use to you until you start running your store and learn to abide by the rules of this town. Until that time, you and James will simply have to suffer the consequences.”
“What did he say?” Castiel asks when Dean hangs up the phone.
“He’s making us lepers. Nobody in town is going to talk to us, take our money, or help us till we start playing nice,” Dean says.
“I see,” Castiel says. “This is an unpleasant turn of events.”
“No shit,” Dean says, and flops down on the couch. “Means we’ve gotta get the hell out of here before the food in the house runs out. We could start stealing after that, but it’s a damn small town and a rash of food thefts isn’t going to bring up a lot of suspects on the Mayor’s radar besides us.”
Castiel sits down beside him on the couch. “If we continue eating at the rate we have been, we will run out of food within days.”
“Yeah,” Dean says. “Speaking of food, where the hell is that pizza we ordered? It’s been at least an hour already.”
“The embargo may have already started,” Castiel says flatly and Dean groans.
“Motherfucker. Fine, I guess we’re getting mac and cheese tonight too.” Dean gets up.
Dean and Castiel eat macaroni and cheese in depressed silence. When they finish, they clean up and run the dishwasher, which is full from the past five days.
Dean reminds Castiel to take a shower and brush his teeth, and then lies back on the bed before remembering it’s his turn to take the couch. He goes downstairs and tries to get comfortable, which is an incredible exercise in futility. He briefly considers forcing Castiel to take the couch again, but the memory of Castiel all twisted up this morning flashes in his mind (he’d noticed Castiel trying to stretch his muscles awkwardly all day, too). Dean doesn’t have it in him to kick Castiel to the couch in his own (well, his vessel’s own) house on top of all the other freaky shit he’s going through (the headache had returned about mid-afternoon).
When Castiel comes out of the shower, dressed and clean, Dean says, “Look, this is going to sound a little weird, but I think we should just share the bed tonight. You sleep on your side of this huge freaking thing, and I’ll sleep on my side, and we can both get a decent night’s shuteye.”
Castiel shrugs as he towels his hair off. “Okay, Dean.”
“Okay,” Dean repeats. He expected this whole conversation to be more awkward, but apparently angels (or former ones) don’t have hang ups about sharing beds with other dudes. “Just don't hog the covers or touch me-and this should be obvious-no cuddling. You want to feel warm and loved, go buy a stuffed animal.”
“Okay,” Castiel says in the way that means he has no idea what Dean is talking about.
“Alright, then,” Dean says, fidgeting on the edge of the bed, trying to decide whether he should strip to his undershirt and boxers or sleep in his clothes. Well, he thinks when he spots Castiel changing into what appear to be blue plaid flannel pajamas, it’s probably best for him to stay fully clothed and attack-ready in case something happens during the night. Castiel’s never been that great in a fight, and now that he’s human, Dean’s even less sure about Castiel’s ability to get Dean’s back. “You get that side, I get this side.”
Dean lies back on the bed on top of the covers and stares at the ceiling. The bed is so huge and firm that Dean can barely feel it when Castiel gets in between the sheets all the way on the other side. Castiel’s eyes are already closed when Dean glances over at him. He seems fast asleep, with no traces of movement, and the rise and fall of his chest is so suppressed it’s like he’s barely breathing. Dean feels a sudden, sharp pang of envy at that, and settles in for a long night of reviewing the day and trying to figure out where they go from here.
Onto the next chapter: This way is a very nice way
1400 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
Thanks to kayote_pb_rl for agreeing to take part in my madness!
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
The fifth day starts as most of the others did: Dean wakes up wondering for a split second where Sam is, .
Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too
Day 5
The fifth day starts as most of the others did: Dean wakes up wondering for a split second where Sam is, and then remembers. He gets up, brushes his teeth, and goes downstairs into the living room to check on Castiel, who is scrunched up on the couch so uncomfortably that Dean’s neck aches in sympathy. After a second, he pulls the blanket that’s half slipped off Castiel’s shoulders up again, and then heads into the kitchen for coffee and cereal.
Eventually, Castiel joins him, and they discuss a few more escape plans Dean’s thought of. None of the plans inspire much hope, but they’re better than nothing. Meanwhile, Castiel’s still sticking with his prayer gig.
So they spend the day driving around town, talking to more people downtown (nothing new), and exploring other features of the town more thoroughly: the drive-in movie theater, the library (Castiel gets a library card and checks out a few books on mountain climbing), the electrical power plant, the water filtration system, even the corn fields. Other than a few dog-eared books on how to survive on power bars and three flasks of water in high altitudes, the day passes by with no more tangible results than the previous day.
By the time they order pizza from A Slice of the Piazza, Dean’s tired, cranky and all out of ideas. His mood does not improve when the phone rings and Castiel just stares at it in vague surprise.
“Well?” Dean asks, and then realizes Castiel’s totally clueless. “When it rings, you pick it up, Cas.”
“Oh,” Castiel says, and he picks it up. He holds the phone upside down, though, the receiver at his ear and the speaker at his mouth. Dean sighs and turns it right side up for him. “Hello?”
Castiel listens to what’s being said on the line and then turns to Dean. “The Mayor wishes to speak with you.”
“Great,” Dean says, voice dripping with sarcasm as he accepts the phone. “Hey, Mr. Mayor. You decided to change your mind and stop being a dick?”
“Charming as always, Dean,” the Mayor says. “I already explained to you why you can’t leave this place.”
“Yeah, well, what can I say-I was hoping a couple of days would be enough for you to see the error of your douchy ways. I’m an optimist like that,” Dean replies. “How’d you know I’d be here anyway?”
“Where else would you be? You’re not at your house; Alana already called there to check.”
“Not that this pointless chit chat isn’t fun and all, but did you call me for a reason?” Dean asks, already tired of doing this stupid dance.
“I noticed you placed a supply order from your store yesterday. I hope this means you’ve taken my advice to settle into this community and start your job.”
“You wish, buddy,” Dean says. Of course the Mayor’s such a bureaucrat that he actually checks every single supply order before approving them. Prick. “I didn’t take your house, and I’m sure as hell not taking your job.”
“That is unfortunate. Obviously, this means I won’t be able to approve your order,” the Mayor says. “And until you begin working, I will continue to disregard any supply orders you put in.”
“I guess I’ll have to get my Penthouse somewhere else then,” Dean says.
“I was rather hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” the Mayor says, “but it seems I have no choice. Clearly, you are too stubborn to listen to reason or even accept the carrot when it’s given to you, so I shall have to apply the stick instead. From now on, everyone in the town will be under strict orders not to speak to you, aid you, or accept your money in any form. This applies to James Novak as well, since it appears he is misguidedly helping you at the moment.”
“Wait a second,” Dean says. “Are you putting an embargo on us?”
“You are a persona non grata, Dean,” the Mayor says coolly. “Your money will be of no use to you until you start running your store and learn to abide by the rules of this town. Until that time, you and James will simply have to suffer the consequences.”
“What did he say?” Castiel asks when Dean hangs up the phone.
“He’s making us lepers. Nobody in town is going to talk to us, take our money, or help us till we start playing nice,” Dean says.
“I see,” Castiel says. “This is an unpleasant turn of events.”
“No shit,” Dean says, and flops down on the couch. “Means we’ve gotta get the hell out of here before the food in the house runs out. We could start stealing after that, but it’s a damn small town and a rash of food thefts isn’t going to bring up a lot of suspects on the Mayor’s radar besides us.”
Castiel sits down beside him on the couch. “If we continue eating at the rate we have been, we will run out of food within days.”
“Yeah,” Dean says. “Speaking of food, where the hell is that pizza we ordered? It’s been at least an hour already.”
“The embargo may have already started,” Castiel says flatly and Dean groans.
“Motherfucker. Fine, I guess we’re getting mac and cheese tonight too.” Dean gets up.
Dean and Castiel eat macaroni and cheese in depressed silence. When they finish, they clean up and run the dishwasher, which is full from the past five days.
Dean reminds Castiel to take a shower and brush his teeth, and then lies back on the bed before remembering it’s his turn to take the couch. He goes downstairs and tries to get comfortable, which is an incredible exercise in futility. He briefly considers forcing Castiel to take the couch again, but the memory of Castiel all twisted up this morning flashes in his mind (he’d noticed Castiel trying to stretch his muscles awkwardly all day, too). Dean doesn’t have it in him to kick Castiel to the couch in his own (well, his vessel’s own) house on top of all the other freaky shit he’s going through (the headache had returned about mid-afternoon).
When Castiel comes out of the shower, dressed and clean, Dean says, “Look, this is going to sound a little weird, but I think we should just share the bed tonight. You sleep on your side of this huge freaking thing, and I’ll sleep on my side, and we can both get a decent night’s shuteye.”
Castiel shrugs as he towels his hair off. “Okay, Dean.”
“Okay,” Dean repeats. He expected this whole conversation to be more awkward, but apparently angels (or former ones) don’t have hang ups about sharing beds with other dudes. “Just don't hog the covers or touch me-and this should be obvious-no cuddling. You want to feel warm and loved, go buy a stuffed animal.”
“Okay,” Castiel says in the way that means he has no idea what Dean is talking about.
“Alright, then,” Dean says, fidgeting on the edge of the bed, trying to decide whether he should strip to his undershirt and boxers or sleep in his clothes. Well, he thinks when he spots Castiel changing into what appear to be blue plaid flannel pajamas, it’s probably best for him to stay fully clothed and attack-ready in case something happens during the night. Castiel’s never been that great in a fight, and now that he’s human, Dean’s even less sure about Castiel’s ability to get Dean’s back. “You get that side, I get this side.”
Dean lies back on the bed on top of the covers and stares at the ceiling. The bed is so huge and firm that Dean can barely feel it when Castiel gets in between the sheets all the way on the other side. Castiel’s eyes are already closed when Dean glances over at him. He seems fast asleep, with no traces of movement, and the rise and fall of his chest is so suppressed it’s like he’s barely breathing. Dean feels a sudden, sharp pang of envy at that, and settles in for a long night of reviewing the day and trying to figure out where they go from here.
Onto the next chapter: This way is a very nice way