All the Little Pranks Chapter Four: Hot
Title: Hot
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Rating: PG-12 for language, and stuff (For this chapter) In general it will be M
Word Count: WIP
Disclaimer: Wow! Can you believe it! Not mine!
Author's note: Still Not Sorry
Summary: Dean knows a lot of information about Cas and instead of reading into it, he uses it to his advantage.
(Age Clarifications- Dean Is turning 19 in a couple chapters and is going into his sophomore year of college
Cas is turning 17 in a few chapters and going into senior year
Sam is 15 and has skipped a grade and is going into Junior year
Gabriel is 18 and is not going to college
Chapter 4
Dean spent the first half of the day hauling Cas’s stuff back up to his room, watching as Castiel lounged fucking shirtless in a lounge chair with a glass of water and sunglasses straight from a fucking cliché movie. Castiel would snigger every time Dean passed him. The fucker. Sam didn’t make a comment, but sat with Cas and laughed as well. Gabriel put some of Cas’s stuff in trees so dean would have to climb. Dean was fuming, storming through the sand and trying not to look at Cas being all topless and distracting. He knew one thing for sure; There was no way he could sleep in the same room as that piece of crap who was tanning his toned- no nonexistent abs.
He stormed in the kitchen as he dropped off the last load.
“Are you done?” Mary asked impatiently.
Of course as soon as she found out what happened she lectured Dean about respect for what seemed like hours with everyone else laughing behind her back.
“Yess.”
Good! She smiled at him for the first time all morning.
“Ill make you a grilled cheese. Oh, and Dean? Go easy on him.”
Dean blushed a bit for whatever reason and went down to the basement. He had a plan.
He found a dusty old family tent stored in-between twister and sorry and brought it out storming past Cas and kicking sand in his direction as he stormed down the beach. Sam yelled something but he didn’t hear it.
It took him about two minutes to get to the dock across from Cas’s sunning rock. He wanted to be as far away from that motherfucker at all times. He set up the tent, which was friggin awesome because it was a fifteen man party tent all for himself. He then brought his stuff and stole some food, laughing maniacally while doing so.
When he came back to get his grilled cheese, Cas was already sitting there. Dean swore he could imagine hurt in the depths of his blue eyes, but that thought was whisked away when Cas said.
“Did you hear, Sam? I got rid of the pest infection in our room.”
Sam snorted, the traitor. Dean supposed he wasn’t happy with him after the move-out. Mary said nothing, just handed him his plate with a little more force than needed and that’s all it took to make Dean feel bad. But he needed to plan torture tactics, needed to think of ways to break this guy apart.
He went into his tent to plan the revenge. It came to him when he was setting up his iPod that Sam got him for christmas to portable speakers. He was casually thinking of anything he could possibly use against Cas when he remembered an incident at a mexican restaurant. He drove Sam and Cas to Sam’s favorite mexican place, and since he was hungry, he stayed. Cas was not having one. He nearly choked on the salsa and made these cute- no disgusting little noises before chugging a half a pitcher of water. He was really sensitive to hot foods. Dean smiled.
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“Mom?” Dean asked casually.
“Yes, Dean?”
“Why don’t you and Dad go out to dinner tonight? I feel really bad for what I did to Cas so I was going to make his favorite food and maybe just hang with Sam and Gabe and Him for a bit.”
Mary smiled.
“Sure, sweetie, I’m glad you are trying to get along. He really has had it rough.”
Dean nodded but got tense when Mary smirked.
“What’s Cas’s favorite food?”
“Cheese-burgers without lettuce and with extra ketchup,” Dean said automatically.
“I find it funny how you know that.” Dean tensed and blushed. Fuck, everyone knew that right? He had no fucking reason to be blushing like a schoolgirl. Mary kissed him on the top of the head.
“I’ll go tell your father.”
Dean pumped his fist in the air.
~~~~~~~~~
He made four cheeseburgers, one without lettuce but with a shit-ton of tabasco sauce. He could smell it a bit, but it was okay. He had three sodas and one water, which was also laced with tabasco. Inside, he put even more in the carton of milk. When dinner arrived, Cas, Sam and Gabe got done with inner tubing on the lake and they were exhausted. They were not wearing shirts, which usually didn’t bother Dean, but seeing Cas dripping wet without a shirt…… pissed him the fuck off. They were breathless when they sat down for dinner, so there were no arguments from Cas when he started to eat.
Dean snorted as Cas’s big blue eyes suddenly grew wide with pain. He spit his food to the ground and made that adorable- fuck- no uh- hilarious little gasping noise. Sam and Gabe looked as confused as fuck and Dean was almost in tears laughing.
“Oh my god.”
He grabbed his water and chugged and Dean laughed harder as Cas let out a choked cry, his eyes were watering from the heat. For some reason Dean did not like seeing that too much, but Cas’s already beautifu- ridiculously huge lips were puffed up even more. He backed away from the table, tripping over his chair and flailing in the sand.
“FUCK YOU!,” He cried, gasping as he stood up and ran towards the house for the milk. Sam and Gabe were laughing at that point, too. It wasn’t that cruel of a joke, in fact, it was pretty common, so the mood was lit. Of course, Cas was pissed. When he came back, well let’s just say if glares could kill, Dean would be a pile of nothingness on the floor. He slammed his fist on the table hard and everyone jumped back. Dean really tried hard not to concentrate on Cas’s abs, but he couldn’t look him in the eye or anywhere for some reason so he just awkwardly looked past Cas’s shoulder.
Cas simply stared at him for what seemed like an eternity.
“Since you ruined my day, winchester, and prevented me from a good swim, I’m going now before it gets too dark. Don’t wait up for me.”
He stormed off. Sam and Gabe sat there, looking, well Dean could only describe it as awkward.
Their night ended when they lit a fire on the beach and Dean tried his hardest to roast his marshmallow in peace and not watch Castiel’s spry body glide easily across the water, and definitely had to look away as he dried himself off with a towel and headed inside. Oh, fuck, Dean would do anything to be the one holding the towel Cas was using, or maybe just be the towel.
There was no denying it. Dean tried, but it was no use. He was hopelessly gone on Cas. For his looks, nothing else. Nope.
Nothing else. Just looks. He still hated the douche.
Cas walked out dry and in casual shorts and a blue t-shirt that illuminated his eyes under the firelight. He stood in-between Sam and Gabriel, and even an hour later he was still uncomfortably rubbing his mouth.
more hijinks ahed!
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Rating: PG-12 for language, and stuff (For this chapter) In general it will be M
Word Count: WIP
Disclaimer: Wow! Can you believe it! Not mine!
Author's note: Still Not Sorry
Summary: Dean knows a lot of information about Cas and instead of reading into it, he uses it to his advantage.
(Age Clarifications- Dean Is turning 19 in a couple chapters and is going into his sophomore year of college
Cas is turning 17 in a few chapters and going into senior year
Sam is 15 and has skipped a grade and is going into Junior year
Gabriel is 18 and is not going to college
Chapter 4
Dean spent the first half of the day hauling Cas’s stuff back up to his room, watching as Castiel lounged fucking shirtless in a lounge chair with a glass of water and sunglasses straight from a fucking cliché movie. Castiel would snigger every time Dean passed him. The fucker. Sam didn’t make a comment, but sat with Cas and laughed as well. Gabriel put some of Cas’s stuff in trees so dean would have to climb. Dean was fuming, storming through the sand and trying not to look at Cas being all topless and distracting. He knew one thing for sure; There was no way he could sleep in the same room as that piece of crap who was tanning his toned- no nonexistent abs.
He stormed in the kitchen as he dropped off the last load.
“Are you done?” Mary asked impatiently.
Of course as soon as she found out what happened she lectured Dean about respect for what seemed like hours with everyone else laughing behind her back.
“Yess.”
Good! She smiled at him for the first time all morning.
“Ill make you a grilled cheese. Oh, and Dean? Go easy on him.”
Dean blushed a bit for whatever reason and went down to the basement. He had a plan.
He found a dusty old family tent stored in-between twister and sorry and brought it out storming past Cas and kicking sand in his direction as he stormed down the beach. Sam yelled something but he didn’t hear it.
It took him about two minutes to get to the dock across from Cas’s sunning rock. He wanted to be as far away from that motherfucker at all times. He set up the tent, which was friggin awesome because it was a fifteen man party tent all for himself. He then brought his stuff and stole some food, laughing maniacally while doing so.
When he came back to get his grilled cheese, Cas was already sitting there. Dean swore he could imagine hurt in the depths of his blue eyes, but that thought was whisked away when Cas said.
“Did you hear, Sam? I got rid of the pest infection in our room.”
Sam snorted, the traitor. Dean supposed he wasn’t happy with him after the move-out. Mary said nothing, just handed him his plate with a little more force than needed and that’s all it took to make Dean feel bad. But he needed to plan torture tactics, needed to think of ways to break this guy apart.
He went into his tent to plan the revenge. It came to him when he was setting up his iPod that Sam got him for christmas to portable speakers. He was casually thinking of anything he could possibly use against Cas when he remembered an incident at a mexican restaurant. He drove Sam and Cas to Sam’s favorite mexican place, and since he was hungry, he stayed. Cas was not having one. He nearly choked on the salsa and made these cute- no disgusting little noises before chugging a half a pitcher of water. He was really sensitive to hot foods. Dean smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mom?” Dean asked casually.
“Yes, Dean?”
“Why don’t you and Dad go out to dinner tonight? I feel really bad for what I did to Cas so I was going to make his favorite food and maybe just hang with Sam and Gabe and Him for a bit.”
Mary smiled.
“Sure, sweetie, I’m glad you are trying to get along. He really has had it rough.”
Dean nodded but got tense when Mary smirked.
“What’s Cas’s favorite food?”
“Cheese-burgers without lettuce and with extra ketchup,” Dean said automatically.
“I find it funny how you know that.” Dean tensed and blushed. Fuck, everyone knew that right? He had no fucking reason to be blushing like a schoolgirl. Mary kissed him on the top of the head.
“I’ll go tell your father.”
Dean pumped his fist in the air.
~~~~~~~~~
He made four cheeseburgers, one without lettuce but with a shit-ton of tabasco sauce. He could smell it a bit, but it was okay. He had three sodas and one water, which was also laced with tabasco. Inside, he put even more in the carton of milk. When dinner arrived, Cas, Sam and Gabe got done with inner tubing on the lake and they were exhausted. They were not wearing shirts, which usually didn’t bother Dean, but seeing Cas dripping wet without a shirt…… pissed him the fuck off. They were breathless when they sat down for dinner, so there were no arguments from Cas when he started to eat.
Dean snorted as Cas’s big blue eyes suddenly grew wide with pain. He spit his food to the ground and made that adorable- fuck- no uh- hilarious little gasping noise. Sam and Gabe looked as confused as fuck and Dean was almost in tears laughing.
“Oh my god.”
He grabbed his water and chugged and Dean laughed harder as Cas let out a choked cry, his eyes were watering from the heat. For some reason Dean did not like seeing that too much, but Cas’s already beautifu- ridiculously huge lips were puffed up even more. He backed away from the table, tripping over his chair and flailing in the sand.
“FUCK YOU!,” He cried, gasping as he stood up and ran towards the house for the milk. Sam and Gabe were laughing at that point, too. It wasn’t that cruel of a joke, in fact, it was pretty common, so the mood was lit. Of course, Cas was pissed. When he came back, well let’s just say if glares could kill, Dean would be a pile of nothingness on the floor. He slammed his fist on the table hard and everyone jumped back. Dean really tried hard not to concentrate on Cas’s abs, but he couldn’t look him in the eye or anywhere for some reason so he just awkwardly looked past Cas’s shoulder.
Cas simply stared at him for what seemed like an eternity.
“Since you ruined my day, winchester, and prevented me from a good swim, I’m going now before it gets too dark. Don’t wait up for me.”
He stormed off. Sam and Gabe sat there, looking, well Dean could only describe it as awkward.
Their night ended when they lit a fire on the beach and Dean tried his hardest to roast his marshmallow in peace and not watch Castiel’s spry body glide easily across the water, and definitely had to look away as he dried himself off with a towel and headed inside. Oh, fuck, Dean would do anything to be the one holding the towel Cas was using, or maybe just be the towel.
There was no denying it. Dean tried, but it was no use. He was hopelessly gone on Cas. For his looks, nothing else. Nope.
Nothing else. Just looks. He still hated the douche.
Cas walked out dry and in casual shorts and a blue t-shirt that illuminated his eyes under the firelight. He stood in-between Sam and Gabriel, and even an hour later he was still uncomfortably rubbing his mouth.
more hijinks ahed!