[ficlet] Untitled (Supernatural; Destiel)
"Untitled"
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Castiel, Sam, Dean + Destiel
Rating: worksafe
Prompt: Destiel, - impala.
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Sam took one look at Castiel’s face as he glared at Dean when the hunter announced, after having given the Impala a once-over that she was getting a bit too muddy around the rims and needed another cleaning, and starts laughing. Castiel transferred his glare to the younger Winchester, for once absolutely certain that the mirth was a sign that he was being made fun of.
“What?” he growled, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
To Sam’s credit, he only took a short moment to control himself.
“You know there’s a simple solution to your problem, don’t you?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
Castiel frowned. “What?” he repeated, now more curious than annoyed.
“Steal his attention back, man. Take off your coat, get yourself wet working on his car. Trust me. He won’t know what hit him.”
And as Castiel glanced over his shoulder to take in Dean’s shocked - and quickly reddening - face as Castiel leaned over the hood of the Impala to reach up and polish the wind shield, water and foam sticking his shirt - the only article of clothing Sam had allowed him to keep on - to his body, he thinks he needs to go to the younger brother for advice more often.
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Castiel, Sam, Dean + Destiel
Rating: worksafe
Prompt: Destiel, - impala.
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Sam took one look at Castiel’s face as he glared at Dean when the hunter announced, after having given the Impala a once-over that she was getting a bit too muddy around the rims and needed another cleaning, and starts laughing. Castiel transferred his glare to the younger Winchester, for once absolutely certain that the mirth was a sign that he was being made fun of.
“What?” he growled, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
To Sam’s credit, he only took a short moment to control himself.
“You know there’s a simple solution to your problem, don’t you?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
Castiel frowned. “What?” he repeated, now more curious than annoyed.
“Steal his attention back, man. Take off your coat, get yourself wet working on his car. Trust me. He won’t know what hit him.”
And as Castiel glanced over his shoulder to take in Dean’s shocked - and quickly reddening - face as Castiel leaned over the hood of the Impala to reach up and polish the wind shield, water and foam sticking his shirt - the only article of clothing Sam had allowed him to keep on - to his body, he thinks he needs to go to the younger brother for advice more often.