Fic: Honey and the Hive Queen (Deleted Scene)
The Boys and the Boss Man
Sam and Dean are in the middle of a heated argument about whose turn it is to do laundry when Cas arrives with his usual lack of warning. He appears at the foot of Dean’s bed and narrowly avoids being hit in the head by the dirty sock Dean flings in Sam’s direction.
“I need you,” the angel announces.
“Okay fine! I’ll do the laundry this week. But you’re doing it next time, and don’t think you can get out of it because of a heavenly booty call then.” Sam hoists the bulging duffel full of dirty clothes over his shoulder, stuffing Dean’s wayward sock into an outside pocket.
Dean grins. “Cas,” he says sternly. “I am not a piece of meat. You can’t just drop in announced and assume I’m up for it. That said, nice timing. Did you bring the handcuffs?” He gives Cas one of his finest leers, and winks for Sam’s benefit.
“Ew,” Sam says. “Listen, I’ll be about an hour. If you need longer than that, put a sock on the door or something.”
“Sure thing Sammy,” Dean says, and he’s practically bouncing on the bed now, like he’s going to tear off his clothes - or Castiel’s - the moment Sam leaves.
“Stop,” Castiel says, voice low and too loud for such a small room. “This is not a booty call.” He makes air quotes around the term.
Sam drops the laundry bag. “Oh. It’s just that last time you said something like that...” He trails off, shuddering at the memory.
“I need your help. Both of you. With a problem I’m having in Heaven.”
“I’ve said it before Cas,” Dean says from the bed, where he is no longer bouncing. “Just give them all detention. You need to rule with the iron fist of a high school principal.”
“This is not a joke, Dean,” Castiel says. He sounds exasperated, but there is the tiniest bit of fondness in his voice, too. “There is a group of rebels making trouble.”
“Isn't there always?” Sam asks. He tries to pay more attention to heavenly politics than Dean does, but even Sam can’t always keep up with all the angelic factions.
“This time,” Castiel explains, “I have reason to believe you two might be able to assist me. Will you help?”
Dean looks to Sam.
“Yeah, sure Cas,” Sam says. “You’re family. Whatever we can do.”
“Thank you,” Castiel says, and Dean beams with pride at the familial bonding moment. That is, until Castiel pulls a handgun out of his trench coat and shoots Sam in the head. There's a lot of blood.
Dean gapes, and Castiel turns the gun on him. “Hey wait -“ Dean manages to say, before Castiel shoots him too.
“That was unpleasant,” Castiel says thoughtfully, as he tucks the gun back into his coat. Then he disappears with a gentle fluttering sound.
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Sam and Dean are in the middle of a heated argument about whose turn it is to do laundry when Cas arrives with his usual lack of warning. He appears at the foot of Dean’s bed and narrowly avoids being hit in the head by the dirty sock Dean flings in Sam’s direction.
“I need you,” the angel announces.
“Okay fine! I’ll do the laundry this week. But you’re doing it next time, and don’t think you can get out of it because of a heavenly booty call then.” Sam hoists the bulging duffel full of dirty clothes over his shoulder, stuffing Dean’s wayward sock into an outside pocket.
Dean grins. “Cas,” he says sternly. “I am not a piece of meat. You can’t just drop in announced and assume I’m up for it. That said, nice timing. Did you bring the handcuffs?” He gives Cas one of his finest leers, and winks for Sam’s benefit.
“Ew,” Sam says. “Listen, I’ll be about an hour. If you need longer than that, put a sock on the door or something.”
“Sure thing Sammy,” Dean says, and he’s practically bouncing on the bed now, like he’s going to tear off his clothes - or Castiel’s - the moment Sam leaves.
“Stop,” Castiel says, voice low and too loud for such a small room. “This is not a booty call.” He makes air quotes around the term.
Sam drops the laundry bag. “Oh. It’s just that last time you said something like that...” He trails off, shuddering at the memory.
“I need your help. Both of you. With a problem I’m having in Heaven.”
“I’ve said it before Cas,” Dean says from the bed, where he is no longer bouncing. “Just give them all detention. You need to rule with the iron fist of a high school principal.”
“This is not a joke, Dean,” Castiel says. He sounds exasperated, but there is the tiniest bit of fondness in his voice, too. “There is a group of rebels making trouble.”
“Isn't there always?” Sam asks. He tries to pay more attention to heavenly politics than Dean does, but even Sam can’t always keep up with all the angelic factions.
“This time,” Castiel explains, “I have reason to believe you two might be able to assist me. Will you help?”
Dean looks to Sam.
“Yeah, sure Cas,” Sam says. “You’re family. Whatever we can do.”
“Thank you,” Castiel says, and Dean beams with pride at the familial bonding moment. That is, until Castiel pulls a handgun out of his trench coat and shoots Sam in the head. There's a lot of blood.
Dean gapes, and Castiel turns the gun on him. “Hey wait -“ Dean manages to say, before Castiel shoots him too.
“That was unpleasant,” Castiel says thoughtfully, as he tucks the gun back into his coat. Then he disappears with a gentle fluttering sound.
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