All The Little Pranks Chapter Two: The Flying Suitcase
Title: All the Little Pranks Chapter Two: The Flying Suitcase
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Word Count: WIP
Rating: PG (For this Chapter) The story will be M
Disclaimer: Not mine. Still.
Author's Note: ehehehehehe
Summary: More hijinks ensue
Dean gave a little cough as he watched Castiel walk calmly back into the house. He growled and turned around to four very tense faces.
“What?!” He snapped.
“Cas came out last month.” Sam broke the news to him and Dean did not feel any sort of feeling interesting down south. Nope. “His parents were so pissed that they dropped him with us for the summer while they tour camps to “fix” him. I know you didn’t know it, but that was a pretty low blow, Dean.”
Wow, okay, well, shit. Dean felt a little bit of sympathy for the poor bastard. That changed immediately when Dean’s suitcase touched Cas’s and Cas bit his head off. Those furious blue eyes did not make Dean want to piss himself, or jizz in his pants. hahahaha.
“Don’t touch my stuff, get near my stuff, or even look at my stuff,” he growled. Yeah, growled. Who fucking growled anymore? Dean looked at Cas and smirked. He couldn’t help himself.
“Oops!” He said sarcastically. He set down his suitcase and jumped on Cas’s. The look on his face was priceless.
“DAMNIT, WINCHESTER!” He screamed. He pushed Dean over with a surprising amount of force. Dean gave a little umph and before he knew what was happening Cas was standing over Dean with Dean’s suitcase in hand. For a minute, Dean thought Cas was gonna hit him with it. Cas gave a malicious smirk. Dean raised his arms to protect himself, but instead of beating Dean to what could have been death with his own suitcase, Cas, never breaking eye contact with Dean, chucked his suitcase out the window.
Dean let out a defiant howl. Cas gave a deep chuckle and Dean’s insides twisted, with anger of course. Cas smirked, opened his book, and plopped himself on the bed.
Dean stormed out of the room to get his stuff.
So Cas may have won the battle, but he did not win the war.
Allons-y!
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Word Count: WIP
Rating: PG (For this Chapter) The story will be M
Disclaimer: Not mine. Still.
Author's Note: ehehehehehe
Summary: More hijinks ensue
Dean gave a little cough as he watched Castiel walk calmly back into the house. He growled and turned around to four very tense faces.
“What?!” He snapped.
“Cas came out last month.” Sam broke the news to him and Dean did not feel any sort of feeling interesting down south. Nope. “His parents were so pissed that they dropped him with us for the summer while they tour camps to “fix” him. I know you didn’t know it, but that was a pretty low blow, Dean.”
Wow, okay, well, shit. Dean felt a little bit of sympathy for the poor bastard. That changed immediately when Dean’s suitcase touched Cas’s and Cas bit his head off. Those furious blue eyes did not make Dean want to piss himself, or jizz in his pants. hahahaha.
“Don’t touch my stuff, get near my stuff, or even look at my stuff,” he growled. Yeah, growled. Who fucking growled anymore? Dean looked at Cas and smirked. He couldn’t help himself.
“Oops!” He said sarcastically. He set down his suitcase and jumped on Cas’s. The look on his face was priceless.
“DAMNIT, WINCHESTER!” He screamed. He pushed Dean over with a surprising amount of force. Dean gave a little umph and before he knew what was happening Cas was standing over Dean with Dean’s suitcase in hand. For a minute, Dean thought Cas was gonna hit him with it. Cas gave a malicious smirk. Dean raised his arms to protect himself, but instead of beating Dean to what could have been death with his own suitcase, Cas, never breaking eye contact with Dean, chucked his suitcase out the window.
Dean let out a defiant howl. Cas gave a deep chuckle and Dean’s insides twisted, with anger of course. Cas smirked, opened his book, and plopped himself on the bed.
Dean stormed out of the room to get his stuff.
So Cas may have won the battle, but he did not win the war.
Allons-y!