June Twitfics and Chatfics
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Castiel, Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Michael, Sam/Lucifer, Gabriel/Crowley, Dean/Victor, Gabriel/Castiel, Jensen/Misha, Alastair/Dean, Becky/Chuck
Rating: R
Author's Note: So many ficlets...@.@ This is a combination of twitfics and chatfics, most of which were done for the JuneTwitfic challenge thingy. And look at that! I managed to write three four five six pairings that I wouldn't normally read, let alone write. Go me! Also, fic layout stolen from cloudy_fic.
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Choice
“You can choose lots of things, but you’re stuck with family,” Sam mutters.
Cas nods wearily as Dean and Michael argue. “Indeed.”
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Enemy Of My Enemy
“Burritos.”
“Hot dogs.”
“BURRITOS.”
“HOT DOGS.”
John sighed. “How about burgers?”
The boys considered this. “Pizza,” they said.
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Keep Away
Sharing and Gabriel tended to be mutually exclusive, even back when he was still in Heaven and not in the angelic version of witness protection. And really. You’d think Raphael would have learned after so many failures.
Gabriel grinned and floated just out of his brother’s reach as the other archangel made grabbing motions for the object Gabriel held. “Nuh-uh,” Gabriel taunted. “Can’t catch me.”
Raphael growled and Gabriel just laughed. Michael and Lucifer, off to one side and sharing a bowl of pretzels, made no move to interfere, content to watch. Raphael lunged again for the object and once more Gabriel danced out of reach, only to nearly drop his burden when he almost ran into his Father.
“D-dad!” he stuttered, startled. God frowned slightly.
“Gabriel. Why are you playing keep-away with your brother?” Bright blue eyes peeked over Gabriel’s arm.
“Like flying!” a small voice told him and God’s visage softened.
“Alright,” he granted. “But if either of you hurt him, even accidentally, Michael has permission to make you clean the prophets’ bathroom. With a toothbrush.”
He left after one last fond smile to little Castiel and Raphael made a casual move to grab the fledgling. Gabriel twisted out of the way and stuck his tongue out at the other archangel. However, both were much more careful than they had been before. The prophets’ bathroom was huge and filthy, after all.
Michael smirked and ate the last pretzel.
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Compensation
It takes Dean fourteen days to realize what’s happening.
In the meantime, Sam chokes on laughter every time his brother tries to flirt with the waitress or witness and the poor girls only blink, stare, then smile gently, pat his arm and ask if he’d like more coffee. And at the bars, any pretty girl that Dean talks to doesn’t come back for further “conversation” and Dean goes back with Sam to the motel, drunk but unsatisfied.
Finally, two weeks after it starts, Dean starts to flirt with a waitress, then spins and glares at Castiel. “Dude. If you’re going to be a cockblock with the girls, you had better be prepared to give me an alternative solution,” he growls. Castiel blinks at him, face blank, but understanding dawns in his eyes when Sam makes some pretty clear indicators.
“Oh,” the angel says. “Very well.” Two fingers to Dean’s forehead and they’re gone from the booth.
Sam grins and orders another coffee. He’ll be sad to lose his free entertainment, but he’s going to be able to hold this over Dean’s head for years and that more than makes up for it.
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To Sleep
Cas was still crying when he fell asleep and Sam just sighed and tugged the angel a little closer. Let him sleep, safe for now.
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Brotherly Frustrations Series
Threats
Sam was fed up.
Pointing at Lucifer, he snarled, “Share the damn pie with Michael or I swear I will throw you out.” Lucifer grumbled and glared at him, but handed Michael a piece of pie.
The archangel pointedly gave it to Dean. The fallen angel muttered something about being a kiss-ass and the whole thing started again.
Hardly a Moment's Peace
Dean didn’t bother moving when he heard the tell-tale sounds of another spat starting up between the two resident archangels. “Sammy,” he muttered, “Your turn to send them to time out.” Sam bitched at him, but got up and a moment later, Dean heard two solid smacks and smiled into the pillow. Reaching out, he stole Sam’s margarita.
It might not be a perfect vacation, he thought, sipping at the fruity drink, but hell, he was willing to take what he could get, at this point.
Intervention
Lucifer poked Michael.
Michael poked back.
Lucifer pinched Michael.
Michael pinched back.
Lucifer tried to scratch Michael.
Michael slapped Lucifer.
Dean had to reach back and physically pull Lucifer off of Michael three seconds later.
New Sheriff in Town
Castiel lasted longer than Sam and Dean had thought he would. Finally, though, even his patience ran out. As Michael and Lucifer began to squabble again, the newest archangel scowled and turned on them.
"Cease this useless bickering, brothers," he growled. "It is pointless and does not endear you further to me. So, desist and I will refrain from sending you to stay with Robert Singer."
Michael and Lucifer were quiet for the rest of Castiel's visit.
Brotherly Advice
Lucifer looked down at himself. "You are certain that this will attract Sam's attention?"
Dean adjusted the tie and adjusted the round red nose. "Definitely."
Meanwhile, Sam was handing Michael a box. The archangel looked down at it curiously. "A model plane?"
"Dean'll love it," Sam assured him.
Sleeping Situations
Michael glared as Lucifer came out with a pillow and blanket in his arms. "I've got the couch," he informed his brother.
Lucifer sighed. "Fine. I'll sleep on the floor. Again." Michael sniffed.
"Not my fault you keep taking Dean's advice."
The younger angel huffed and dropped his burdens. "Like you keep taking Sam's, you mean?"
"Shut up," Michael grumbled, rolling over. "And turn out the light.”
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Sequence of Events
Michael proposes on a Thursday. Dean ignores him until the following Tuesday. Wednesday morning, they elope and Sam is left to explain to God.
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A Dark and Stormy Night
Thunder boomed outside the motel room. accompanied by lightning and another tremor in the small body tucked up against Dean. He patted the lump that was Sam's head. "Don't worry, Sammy," he said. "It's just the angels watching fireworks."
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Day at the Beach
Sam peered over Cas' shoulder, doing his best to drip on the angel and not on the sand. "Whatcha doing?" he asked. "I've never seen one like this."
Cas considered his creation. "I suppose the human race has forgotten the Atlantean castles," he mused. Sam gaped.
"Atlantean castle?" He took a closer look at the sandy edifice. "Cool. Kinda fitting, too, since sand castles get destroyed by the tide." Cas nodded, bending back to his task.
"Indeed. Now, I'll ask you to stop dripping water on me and move out of my light." Sam grinned and obeyed, dropping a kiss on the back of Cas' head as he passed.
"Let me know when you're ready to learn how to snorkel," he said.
The angel spared him a fond glance. "All right, Sam. Now, completely out of my light." Sam laughed.
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Scarred
"My eyes are burned. My mind is scarred. I'm going to need an industrial strength brain bleach."
"I said I was sorry, Dean."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry, too."
"You are?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry that I am obligated to beat your ass for doing that to me."
"Oh."
"Want to know how you can make it up to me?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Don't let me see that again."
"Yes, Dean."
"And get me pie, bitch."
"Jerk."
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Banished
The seagulls don't seem to get the idea, as they keep coming back. Finally, sick of defending his fries from the winged rats, Castiel glowers and points a finger at them.
"Begone," he tells them. With barely enough time for a startled caw, the birds disappear. Dean looks at the angel.
"Where'd you send them?"
Castiel returns to his fries. "Timbuktu," he says.
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Casual
Halfway through the movie, Cas slides sideways and leans against Dean. He smiles when Dean slips an arm over his shoulders.
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Demanding
Gabriel laughed as Sam tugged at his arms. "Demanding, much?" he teased.
Sam scowled. "Shut up and hug me," he said.
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This Human Tradition
"I do not see the point of utilizing this human custom," Michael said.
Lucifer nodded. "Yes. Why must we do this? I'd much rather fight."
Castiel glared at them."No," he said. "No fighting. Now stop complaining and hug."
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First Time
Lucifer was still in Heaven when little Castiel was made. Waiting with his brothers for the newest addition to their family, Lucifer and Gabriel quietly exchanged ideas as to what the fledgling would look like. Gabriel thought it would be small, quick of mind and wing, like himself. Lucifer thought that it would be fair, bright eyes and a pure white Grace, like his own.
Then their Father emerged from the Making Cloud and handed their littlest brother to Lucifer. As the Morningstar held Castiel for the first time, he looked at true blue eyes, trembling pure white wings, fingers that were already tracing the shape of Lucifer’s face in curiosity and thought to himself that Castiel was surely the most perfect of all his Father’s creations.
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Revealed
Castiel opens his eyes and Dean grins at him. "Well?"
Cas looks at the house, then smiles and says, "It's perfect."
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Synchronous
Dean can feel Michael's amusement.
Phenomenal cosmic powers, the archangel thinks.
Itty bitty living space, Dean finishes.
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College AU
"Fina-fucking-ly," Dean said, stretching back and letting the letter fall to the ground. "Finals are over." Castiel sighed and picked up the letter. "And now summer! Man, I love summer," he continued, sinking a bit further into the couch.
Castiel skimmed over the letter and smiled. "Congratulations, Dean," he said. Dean cracked one eye open and grinned up at him.
"So, celebratory sex?"
Rolling his eyes, Castiel set the letter on the sidetable and leaned over to kiss Dean. "Perhaps later. Your brother is coming over shortly so we can schedule our break."
Dean pouted. "Aw, Cas, don't be like that. I swear, you love my brother's calendar more than you love me." Castiel smiled.
"Hardly," he assured his roommate. "I just don't want to be responsible for sending your brother to therapy for the next decade if he walked in on us."
"Fine," Dean sighed. "Be the voice of reason. As soon as Sam's gone, your ass has an appointment with the kitchen counter."
"Very well, Dean."
Dean grinned. "Awesome."
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Coming Home
Dean sighed as the door shut behind him. Nothing like coming home after a long day. He could hear Castiel in the kitchen, doing something. Dropping his backpack, he moved over to the archway between the living room and the kitchen and leaned against it, watching his lover.
It took Castiel a few moments to realize he was there, but he finally saw him over the counter as he tried to get the colander out. "Oh, Dean. Welcome home," he said, standing and sorta-smiling in that way he had that just made his whole face go soft and bright.
Dean smiled back at him, still exhausted, but unable to really care now that he was home.
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Video Game Philosophy
Dean rolls his eyes as Cas' character on screen dies yet again. "Dude, you've got to use some of those potions to heal yourself or get your healer to do her magick-y thing. You can't just keep dying like this!"
Cas scowls at the screen. "I shouldn't rely on the potions," he says, selecting the option to restart from his last saved point. Guiding his resurrected character over the digital terrain, he continues, "It is not a healthy mindset and will result in my failure when they do not do enough good to save me because I did not bother to level up and get stronger."
Dean sighs. "Only you could turn this game into a lesson on psychology," he mutters.
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YoYo Tricks
It's Dean's turn to do dishes and when he's done, he joins the others in the living room. It's become a sort of habit for everyone to migrate into the living room after dinner, even when they're not all there.
Tonight, Cas is reading the newspaper, as usual and Sam's got his nose in a book, also his regular activity. However, Gabriel isn't doing his usual routine of attempts to get Sam's attention and instead is casually playing with a yoyo.
And actually, on second look, Sam's not really looking at the book that's planted an inch from his nose and even in the low light Dean can see the light flush on his little brother's face. Following Sam's almost nervous glances, it takes Dean a few moments to realize what's happening.
"Oh, God!" he says and Sam jumps, looking decidedly guilty. "You're fantasizing about the yoyo?!"
"It's not like that--" Sam starts, but Gabriel's there, smirking.
"Really, Sammy? I think we'll have to...investigate this fantasy." He snaps and they're gone.
Dean waits for a long moment, making sure they're really gone and he can't hear them before turning to Castiel. Only to find the angel examining the damned yoyo.
Mouth open to say something he's already forgotten, Dean is mesmerized by the long, nimble fingers as they explore the smooth plastic. "Uh..." he manages. Castiel looks up at him and Dean is startled to see the spark of mischief in the angel's eyes.
"Oh, God," Dean says again, much more weakly. "You..."
Castiel smiles and sets the yoyo aside. "Me," he says and steps forward into Dean's space. "Now, I believe we have an...investigation of our own to make, yes?" And Dean can only nod dumbly as he's led upstairs by a conniving Angel of the Lord.
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Stashes
"Gabriel." The archangel twisted around, looking over the back of the couch at his little brother.
"Hey, Cas. Why're you upside down?"
"I'm not upside down," Castiel said, "You are. I need to ask you something."
Gabriel didn't move. "Shoot."
"Why do you put candies in the bathroom cupboard?" Castiel asked, crossing his arms.
"Because I get peckish after taking a shower," the archangel replied easily. Castiel sighed.
"You don't need to shower nor eat."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Cas, bro, I love you, but you really need to learn how to appreciate the good things in life. And a hot shower and candy? Really good things."
Castiel sighed again. "If you say so, Gabriel. I want the Hershey's bars out of the bathroom by this evening, though."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Gabriel muttered, attention already back on the TV show he'd been watching.
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Lazy Morning
Jensen wakes up to the smells of coffee and burnt cinnamon. Automatically reaching out for his lover, he scowls when he finds the space beside him empty and cold.
Cracking one eye open, he confirms that Misha's not there and sighs. That damned man and his odd hours. Crawling into bed after midnight and gone before--Jensen twists to see the clock--eight.
Relaxing back into his pillow and the warm covers, he tries to think about what they'd had planned for today. Nothing terribly important is coming to mind, so there's a good chance something big is happening today.
Oh, well. Jared will probably call and let him know if there is anything going on.
In the meantime, there's no pressing need to get up just yet, so he won't. A moment later though, he's retracting that thought as he hears someone banging up the stairs in a familiar pattern.
So Misha was still around. That was good. They didn't have many mornings where they could just be together and Jensen was looking forward to spending time with him.
There's a moment of silence on the other side of the door and Jensen has a few seconds to wonder why Misha hasn't burst through yet before the door is easing open. Misha backs into the room and when he turns around, Jensen can see the overfull tray he's carrying.
The scents of coffee and lightly burnt cinnamon grow stronger and he pushes himself up against the headboard. "What's this?" he asks.
Misha carefully lowers the tray to the bedside table and Jensen eyes the contents (cereal, milk, orange juice, coffee, two cinnamon rolls, some weird pastry thing he can't identify, a croissant, tea, eggs, bacon, toast, yogurt, granola, a stack of napkins, water, and a small vase with a yellow rose bud).
"Breakfast in bed," Misha says proudly. "We've got a day of nothing ahead of us and I wanted to do something special for you."
Jensen can't help but smile. "Well, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not sure I can eat all this," he says.
Misha considers the tray. "Hmm. You may be right. Too bad there's no one else here that you could share it with." Jensen rolls his eyes.
"Get in bed, idiot. You can have the yogurt."
Misha grins at him, fitting in a quick grope and a not-so-quick kiss as he crawls over to his spot. "If you insist," he says, already slipping back under the covers. "Are you going to want the tea?"
"All yours," Jensen tells him, handing it over. "Just don't get it on the comforter."
"Yes, dear," Misha snarks, but the effect is ruined by the sheer happiness shining out of his eyes. Jensen smiles.
"I love you."
Misha pointedly sets the tea aside and leans in for a kiss. "I love you, too."
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Knitting Craze
"Dean, pass me the white yarn, will you?"
Dean tossed the ball of string over Castiel's head. "There ya go, Sammy. How’s the scarf coming, Cas?"
The angel paused and scowled at the mess of red string. "Not very well," he sighed. Gabriel peered over his little brother's shoulder, the purple cap he'd finished in ten minutes snug on his head.
"Yeah, that's hopeless," he commented. "Even Bobby's doing better."
The old hunter scowled at the archangel. "Mind yer own business, idjit."
"Sam!' Jo called. "How do you purl a stitch again?"
Sam sighed and set down the sweater he'd been working on to show her the stitch. Ellen came in a minute later, set down the lemonade and evaded Gabriel's attempt to pull her into a chair.
"Oh, no you don't! I absolutely refuse to get caught up in this craze you brought."
Gabriel pouted. "Spoilsport," he muttered, absently tugging at a loose string from Dean's own scarf.
"Gabriel!"
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Duck, Duck, Goose
"...and the brown ones over there prefer the cracked wheat," Castiel finishes.
Dean blinks, a little overloaded from all the information. "And you do this every day?" he asks.
"As much as possible, yes," Castiel says, still tossing out bits of white bread to the mallards.
"I see," Dean says. "And you want me to do it for you because...?"
"I'll be gone most of next week and I don't want them to be lonely."
"Right."
They're silent for a long moment and Castiel continues to feed the ducks. "I wouldn't trust just anyone with this," the angel says and Dean smiles, feeling absurdly happy that he is one of the few eligible for that trust.
"Okay. So, how about those white ones over there?"
Castiel looks where he's pointing and smiles slightly. "Those are geese, Dean. They get the potato rolls."
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Incentive
"This is itchy," Castiel complains, once again fingering the elastic string. Dean just grins at him.
"Dude, it's a birthday party. You have to wear the party hat. Imagine how sad Marianna would be if you were the only one not wearing the party hat. Even Bobby's wearing one!"
Castiel looks across the yard where Bobby is indeed wearing the cardboard cone, with its itchy elastic string, and sighs. "Very well," he says.
"Besides," Dean continues with a leer. "I've got a plan for them later that I can guarantee won't be itchy."
Castiel doesn't complain for the rest of the party.
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Once Shot, Twice Shy
Four hours of intensive instruction and demonstration later, Dean's more or less certain Cas knows how to handle a firearm. So, he hands him one of the pistols and lets him do it on his own.
The angel manages to disassemble the gun and put it mostly back together, but Dean can see it go wrong just before it does and he's already moving to knock the gun out of Cas' hands and Cas himself over when Cas slides one of the pieces wrong.
The sharp bang makes Dean's heart stop and he lies on top of Cas, hesitantly believing he's still alive. Pushing himself up, he looks down at Cas. "Hey, dude. You okay?"
Cas' blue eyes are wide and there is a deep fear in them.
"Oh, fuck," Dean mutters and he rolls them away from where the gun had dropped, tucking the angel up close against him. "It's alright, Cas. No harm done. I'm fine. You're fine. Whatever the gun hit can be replaced. Come on, dude, help me out here. Talk to me."
It's a long moment of tense silence before Cas lifts his head to look at Dean. "You are unharmed?" the angel whispers, eyes still wide and Dean can feel the rapid pulse of his heart against his own chest.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, managing a shaky smile. "You good?"
Cas nods minutely. "Yes. I do not think I like guns, though."
Dean snorts. "I don't blame you, dude."
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Surprise
Dean's making a last round of the house, making sure everything's in place. All they're waiting on now is Jo's call that Sam's on his way home and then all the planning will finally pay off. He finds Castiel in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the cake they'd gotten.
Dean leans on the counter beside him. "It's finally happened," he says.
Castiel nods, but doesn't look up from carefully spelling out the last word. Then he's done and he sets the tube aside, smiling at Dean. Before he can say anything though, Dean cell rings and he grabs for it.
"Jo? ...Great! We'll be ready! Come on back." He hangs up and grins at Castiel. "He's on his way."
Ten minutes later, when Sam walks through the door, everyone that Dean could think of to call (and could make it) are packed into the living room yelling "Surprise!" and Sam's face is perfect as Dean tugs him through the crowd to the cake, which reads, "Happy 30th Birthday, Sammy!"
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More Things Under Heaven And On Earth
"So...I've seen demons."
"Yup."
"There's ghosts?"
"Yup."
"Vampires?"
"Yup and they don't sparkle."
"Right. Werewolves?"
"Probably not like what you're thinking, but yup."
"Angels?"
"I don't believe in them."
"So they don't exist?"
Dean shrugs. "Sammy'll tell you they do, but he's religious. I'm not." Victor nods, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets.
They' re standing outside of the station, not really doing anything but looking up at the darkened sky and being thankful that it's not a cloud of demons. There's a beat of silence and then Victor takes a breath.
"So, if there really are more things in heaven and on earth, metaphorically speaking, than I've ever dreamt of in my philosophy, do you think I could possibly dream about a dinner date?"
Dean blinks and looks at him. "With me?" he asks.
Victor shrugs. "You see anyone else out here? Besides, I've got questions for you." Dean scoffs.
"Oh, right. You just want to pick my brain. Had nothing to do with my dashing good looks." Victor smiles a slow smile.
"Well, I only want to pick your brain a little," he confesses. "Your dashing good looks had much more to do with the question."
Blinking again, Dean considers him. "You're serious?"
Shrugging, Victor nods. "I almost died back there. Least you could do is treat me to dinner."
Dean shrugs, as well. "Yeah, might as well. Friday good?"
"Friday'd be great."
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Subtext Versus Fact
"And then!" Chuck continues, "then he goes and dies, but gets resurrected and I'm not sure if it's God or just some weird coincidence or something, but he comes back and basically tells Dean that he's doing it all for him and there's this very sentimental scene where he asks Dean for his pendant, since he'll need it to find God and--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Becky interrupts. Standing, she leans over the small table, right up into his personal space. "Sentimental scene? Between Castiel and Dean? Involving that pendant? Chuck, you can't do that! Sam gave Dean that pendant! It's like, symbolic of their relationship and everything! For Dean to give it to Castiel...I don't like it. Dean is supposed to be with Sam, not some floozy angel."
Chuck avoids a flailing limb and frowns a bit. "But...Castiel's very important to the whole plot and everything that happens from now on..."
Becky sits back down, arms crossed. "Nope. No way. I refuse." Chuck sighs. He's got his work cut out for him on this.
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Advice Couplet
Straight Up
Missouri eyes the phone and when it rings, she picks it up and tells Sam, "Kiss the archangel, already, boy!" and hangs up.
Collaboration
Bobby waits for three days and when Sam finally calls, he growls, "What Missouri said," into the phone and hangs up, grinning.
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Like A Ship In The Night
It happens at two in the morning and Cas wakes Dean up. "I'm human," he says softly and Dean just pulls him in close, silent.
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Monopoly, Skewed
“…and then they turn into hotels, which are the big red ones,” Sam explains, holding the piece up. Castiel considers it, then looks down at the board.
“I think I understand,” he says.” Sam beams at him.
“Great! Let’s play a practice round, make sure you get it all. Which thingy do you want to be?” He holds the tub of player tokens out and the angel looks through them, eventually choosing the top hat. Sam selects the horse and quickly counts out their starter money. “Right. So, you can go first.”
Castiel nods and rolls the dice and somehow manages to get three doubles, though he purchases the two properties he’d landed on. Sam moves the hat to the jail space. “Tough luck,” he says and rolls.
Two hours later, the board’s pretty evenly divided and the game’s become less about buying out the other spaces and more about getting the other person to somehow go to jail, whether for imagined money laundering, credit card fraud, trespassing, outright theft, lying in a court under oath or some other infraction. It’s not until they both somehow manage to get into jail at the same time that Sam thinks of something.
Smirking, he glances at Castiel. “I bet you drop the soap,” he says.
Castiel tilts his head. “What?”
“Drop the soap,” Sam explains. “It’s a generally known prelude to jail-sex.”
The angel blinks, then looks at him. “You wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me while in a jail?” he asks.
Sam half chokes, half snorts. “No! Not exactly. No jails need to be involved,” he mutters, suddenly embarrassed. But of course angels have super-hearing and Castiel’s looking at him like he’s some very interesting thing to be dissected by angelic laser vision.
“I see,” the angel murmurs.
And Sam kind of frowns and almost asks “What?” except he can’t do that very well when he’s got an angel kissing him. The game gets forgotten for a while, after that.
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At The Opera Tonight
Dean's flustered, out of his depth and really regretting saying yes to the cufflinks. But Cas is totally in his element, all refined and polite and really, that's the whole reason Dean's even here. The man wanted to go to the opera and Dean had never been able to refuse that wistful look his too-blue eyes.
So, here they were. Castiel the classics professor and Dean the garage mechanic, dressed to the nines and bumping shoulders with the higher echelons just to see some people sing really high and really long.
Dean's never going to live this down if Sam finds out, but right now, when Cas turns to look at him and the excitement and pure happiness that's radiating off of the man is practically palpable...well, Dean really doesn't care so much.
Not even because of the thank-you sex they'll probably have later, either. No, Dean thinks, smiling back at Cas, this is pretty much just because he loves the guy.
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To Blame
"I didn't touch the car!"
Dean glares. "Then where did that dent come from?" he asks, pointing.
Castiel raises his hand.
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Tables Turned
Dean blinks down at the kid. "You're...me?"
The kid scowls. "Yeah, except I'm not a dick."
Sam grins. "I like past you, Dean."
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Pain For Pleasure
Alistair brushes a razor along the inner part of Dean's thigh and leers. Dean whimpers and the demon smiles. "Such a good boy," he croons.
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Promises, Promises
Dean shuts the DVD case harder than necessary. He refuses to believe Gabriel is actually dead. He'd been promised a blow job, after all.
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A Righteous Man Of A Different Race
The blue-eyed man waits patiently and when the bell tolls, Fraser returns the curious stare. "It is impolite to stare," he informs the man.
"My apologies," the man says. "I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord and we have a job for you."
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Two's Company
Cas sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night. Sam usually rolls over and goes back to sleep. This time, though, he waits for dawn with the angel in silence.
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Small Mercies
Castiel can't believe how bad Heaven's gotten in so short a time, but he's infinitely grateful for Ash's inter-rank messaging service.
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Unholy Picnic
Gabriel drags the demon out of the house and into the car, then out of the car and into the field. "Sit," he orders.
Crowley does so, but with his customary sneer. "I can't believe you want to do a picnic," he grumbles.
Gabriel grins. "Shut up and smite ants, babe."
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Superficial Bonding
Castiel is flustered when he finds Gabriel.
"What's up, bro?" the archangel asks.
"Dean and Sam have bonded themselves to each other," he says.
Gabriel's startled. "Like, soul-swapping, till-never-do-us-part bonding?"
Castiel shakes his head, frowning. "No, with superglue."
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Consequences Be Damned
Dean suffers through ten days of Mother Hen Castiel before his sniffle and cough clear up. The next week, though, he smirks as he forces chicken noodle soup down his lover's throat. "I told you kissing me would be a bad idea."
Castiel glares and pushes the soup away. "It was worth it," he says, sniffling.
Rating: R
Author's Note: So many ficlets...@.@ This is a combination of twitfics and chatfics, most of which were done for the JuneTwitfic challenge thingy. And look at that! I managed to write three four five six pairings that I wouldn't normally read, let alone write. Go me! Also, fic layout stolen from cloudy_fic.
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Choice
“You can choose lots of things, but you’re stuck with family,” Sam mutters.
Cas nods wearily as Dean and Michael argue. “Indeed.”
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Enemy Of My Enemy
“Burritos.”
“Hot dogs.”
“BURRITOS.”
“HOT DOGS.”
John sighed. “How about burgers?”
The boys considered this. “Pizza,” they said.
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Keep Away
Sharing and Gabriel tended to be mutually exclusive, even back when he was still in Heaven and not in the angelic version of witness protection. And really. You’d think Raphael would have learned after so many failures.
Gabriel grinned and floated just out of his brother’s reach as the other archangel made grabbing motions for the object Gabriel held. “Nuh-uh,” Gabriel taunted. “Can’t catch me.”
Raphael growled and Gabriel just laughed. Michael and Lucifer, off to one side and sharing a bowl of pretzels, made no move to interfere, content to watch. Raphael lunged again for the object and once more Gabriel danced out of reach, only to nearly drop his burden when he almost ran into his Father.
“D-dad!” he stuttered, startled. God frowned slightly.
“Gabriel. Why are you playing keep-away with your brother?” Bright blue eyes peeked over Gabriel’s arm.
“Like flying!” a small voice told him and God’s visage softened.
“Alright,” he granted. “But if either of you hurt him, even accidentally, Michael has permission to make you clean the prophets’ bathroom. With a toothbrush.”
He left after one last fond smile to little Castiel and Raphael made a casual move to grab the fledgling. Gabriel twisted out of the way and stuck his tongue out at the other archangel. However, both were much more careful than they had been before. The prophets’ bathroom was huge and filthy, after all.
Michael smirked and ate the last pretzel.
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Compensation
It takes Dean fourteen days to realize what’s happening.
In the meantime, Sam chokes on laughter every time his brother tries to flirt with the waitress or witness and the poor girls only blink, stare, then smile gently, pat his arm and ask if he’d like more coffee. And at the bars, any pretty girl that Dean talks to doesn’t come back for further “conversation” and Dean goes back with Sam to the motel, drunk but unsatisfied.
Finally, two weeks after it starts, Dean starts to flirt with a waitress, then spins and glares at Castiel. “Dude. If you’re going to be a cockblock with the girls, you had better be prepared to give me an alternative solution,” he growls. Castiel blinks at him, face blank, but understanding dawns in his eyes when Sam makes some pretty clear indicators.
“Oh,” the angel says. “Very well.” Two fingers to Dean’s forehead and they’re gone from the booth.
Sam grins and orders another coffee. He’ll be sad to lose his free entertainment, but he’s going to be able to hold this over Dean’s head for years and that more than makes up for it.
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To Sleep
Cas was still crying when he fell asleep and Sam just sighed and tugged the angel a little closer. Let him sleep, safe for now.
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Brotherly Frustrations Series
Threats
Sam was fed up.
Pointing at Lucifer, he snarled, “Share the damn pie with Michael or I swear I will throw you out.” Lucifer grumbled and glared at him, but handed Michael a piece of pie.
The archangel pointedly gave it to Dean. The fallen angel muttered something about being a kiss-ass and the whole thing started again.
Hardly a Moment's Peace
Dean didn’t bother moving when he heard the tell-tale sounds of another spat starting up between the two resident archangels. “Sammy,” he muttered, “Your turn to send them to time out.” Sam bitched at him, but got up and a moment later, Dean heard two solid smacks and smiled into the pillow. Reaching out, he stole Sam’s margarita.
It might not be a perfect vacation, he thought, sipping at the fruity drink, but hell, he was willing to take what he could get, at this point.
Intervention
Lucifer poked Michael.
Michael poked back.
Lucifer pinched Michael.
Michael pinched back.
Lucifer tried to scratch Michael.
Michael slapped Lucifer.
Dean had to reach back and physically pull Lucifer off of Michael three seconds later.
New Sheriff in Town
Castiel lasted longer than Sam and Dean had thought he would. Finally, though, even his patience ran out. As Michael and Lucifer began to squabble again, the newest archangel scowled and turned on them.
"Cease this useless bickering, brothers," he growled. "It is pointless and does not endear you further to me. So, desist and I will refrain from sending you to stay with Robert Singer."
Michael and Lucifer were quiet for the rest of Castiel's visit.
Brotherly Advice
Lucifer looked down at himself. "You are certain that this will attract Sam's attention?"
Dean adjusted the tie and adjusted the round red nose. "Definitely."
Meanwhile, Sam was handing Michael a box. The archangel looked down at it curiously. "A model plane?"
"Dean'll love it," Sam assured him.
Sleeping Situations
Michael glared as Lucifer came out with a pillow and blanket in his arms. "I've got the couch," he informed his brother.
Lucifer sighed. "Fine. I'll sleep on the floor. Again." Michael sniffed.
"Not my fault you keep taking Dean's advice."
The younger angel huffed and dropped his burdens. "Like you keep taking Sam's, you mean?"
"Shut up," Michael grumbled, rolling over. "And turn out the light.”
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Sequence of Events
Michael proposes on a Thursday. Dean ignores him until the following Tuesday. Wednesday morning, they elope and Sam is left to explain to God.
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A Dark and Stormy Night
Thunder boomed outside the motel room. accompanied by lightning and another tremor in the small body tucked up against Dean. He patted the lump that was Sam's head. "Don't worry, Sammy," he said. "It's just the angels watching fireworks."
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Day at the Beach
Sam peered over Cas' shoulder, doing his best to drip on the angel and not on the sand. "Whatcha doing?" he asked. "I've never seen one like this."
Cas considered his creation. "I suppose the human race has forgotten the Atlantean castles," he mused. Sam gaped.
"Atlantean castle?" He took a closer look at the sandy edifice. "Cool. Kinda fitting, too, since sand castles get destroyed by the tide." Cas nodded, bending back to his task.
"Indeed. Now, I'll ask you to stop dripping water on me and move out of my light." Sam grinned and obeyed, dropping a kiss on the back of Cas' head as he passed.
"Let me know when you're ready to learn how to snorkel," he said.
The angel spared him a fond glance. "All right, Sam. Now, completely out of my light." Sam laughed.
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Scarred
"My eyes are burned. My mind is scarred. I'm going to need an industrial strength brain bleach."
"I said I was sorry, Dean."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry, too."
"You are?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry that I am obligated to beat your ass for doing that to me."
"Oh."
"Want to know how you can make it up to me?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Don't let me see that again."
"Yes, Dean."
"And get me pie, bitch."
"Jerk."
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Banished
The seagulls don't seem to get the idea, as they keep coming back. Finally, sick of defending his fries from the winged rats, Castiel glowers and points a finger at them.
"Begone," he tells them. With barely enough time for a startled caw, the birds disappear. Dean looks at the angel.
"Where'd you send them?"
Castiel returns to his fries. "Timbuktu," he says.
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Casual
Halfway through the movie, Cas slides sideways and leans against Dean. He smiles when Dean slips an arm over his shoulders.
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Demanding
Gabriel laughed as Sam tugged at his arms. "Demanding, much?" he teased.
Sam scowled. "Shut up and hug me," he said.
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This Human Tradition
"I do not see the point of utilizing this human custom," Michael said.
Lucifer nodded. "Yes. Why must we do this? I'd much rather fight."
Castiel glared at them."No," he said. "No fighting. Now stop complaining and hug."
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First Time
Lucifer was still in Heaven when little Castiel was made. Waiting with his brothers for the newest addition to their family, Lucifer and Gabriel quietly exchanged ideas as to what the fledgling would look like. Gabriel thought it would be small, quick of mind and wing, like himself. Lucifer thought that it would be fair, bright eyes and a pure white Grace, like his own.
Then their Father emerged from the Making Cloud and handed their littlest brother to Lucifer. As the Morningstar held Castiel for the first time, he looked at true blue eyes, trembling pure white wings, fingers that were already tracing the shape of Lucifer’s face in curiosity and thought to himself that Castiel was surely the most perfect of all his Father’s creations.
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Revealed
Castiel opens his eyes and Dean grins at him. "Well?"
Cas looks at the house, then smiles and says, "It's perfect."
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Synchronous
Dean can feel Michael's amusement.
Phenomenal cosmic powers, the archangel thinks.
Itty bitty living space, Dean finishes.
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College AU
"Fina-fucking-ly," Dean said, stretching back and letting the letter fall to the ground. "Finals are over." Castiel sighed and picked up the letter. "And now summer! Man, I love summer," he continued, sinking a bit further into the couch.
Castiel skimmed over the letter and smiled. "Congratulations, Dean," he said. Dean cracked one eye open and grinned up at him.
"So, celebratory sex?"
Rolling his eyes, Castiel set the letter on the sidetable and leaned over to kiss Dean. "Perhaps later. Your brother is coming over shortly so we can schedule our break."
Dean pouted. "Aw, Cas, don't be like that. I swear, you love my brother's calendar more than you love me." Castiel smiled.
"Hardly," he assured his roommate. "I just don't want to be responsible for sending your brother to therapy for the next decade if he walked in on us."
"Fine," Dean sighed. "Be the voice of reason. As soon as Sam's gone, your ass has an appointment with the kitchen counter."
"Very well, Dean."
Dean grinned. "Awesome."
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Coming Home
Dean sighed as the door shut behind him. Nothing like coming home after a long day. He could hear Castiel in the kitchen, doing something. Dropping his backpack, he moved over to the archway between the living room and the kitchen and leaned against it, watching his lover.
It took Castiel a few moments to realize he was there, but he finally saw him over the counter as he tried to get the colander out. "Oh, Dean. Welcome home," he said, standing and sorta-smiling in that way he had that just made his whole face go soft and bright.
Dean smiled back at him, still exhausted, but unable to really care now that he was home.
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Video Game Philosophy
Dean rolls his eyes as Cas' character on screen dies yet again. "Dude, you've got to use some of those potions to heal yourself or get your healer to do her magick-y thing. You can't just keep dying like this!"
Cas scowls at the screen. "I shouldn't rely on the potions," he says, selecting the option to restart from his last saved point. Guiding his resurrected character over the digital terrain, he continues, "It is not a healthy mindset and will result in my failure when they do not do enough good to save me because I did not bother to level up and get stronger."
Dean sighs. "Only you could turn this game into a lesson on psychology," he mutters.
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YoYo Tricks
It's Dean's turn to do dishes and when he's done, he joins the others in the living room. It's become a sort of habit for everyone to migrate into the living room after dinner, even when they're not all there.
Tonight, Cas is reading the newspaper, as usual and Sam's got his nose in a book, also his regular activity. However, Gabriel isn't doing his usual routine of attempts to get Sam's attention and instead is casually playing with a yoyo.
And actually, on second look, Sam's not really looking at the book that's planted an inch from his nose and even in the low light Dean can see the light flush on his little brother's face. Following Sam's almost nervous glances, it takes Dean a few moments to realize what's happening.
"Oh, God!" he says and Sam jumps, looking decidedly guilty. "You're fantasizing about the yoyo?!"
"It's not like that--" Sam starts, but Gabriel's there, smirking.
"Really, Sammy? I think we'll have to...investigate this fantasy." He snaps and they're gone.
Dean waits for a long moment, making sure they're really gone and he can't hear them before turning to Castiel. Only to find the angel examining the damned yoyo.
Mouth open to say something he's already forgotten, Dean is mesmerized by the long, nimble fingers as they explore the smooth plastic. "Uh..." he manages. Castiel looks up at him and Dean is startled to see the spark of mischief in the angel's eyes.
"Oh, God," Dean says again, much more weakly. "You..."
Castiel smiles and sets the yoyo aside. "Me," he says and steps forward into Dean's space. "Now, I believe we have an...investigation of our own to make, yes?" And Dean can only nod dumbly as he's led upstairs by a conniving Angel of the Lord.
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Stashes
"Gabriel." The archangel twisted around, looking over the back of the couch at his little brother.
"Hey, Cas. Why're you upside down?"
"I'm not upside down," Castiel said, "You are. I need to ask you something."
Gabriel didn't move. "Shoot."
"Why do you put candies in the bathroom cupboard?" Castiel asked, crossing his arms.
"Because I get peckish after taking a shower," the archangel replied easily. Castiel sighed.
"You don't need to shower nor eat."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Cas, bro, I love you, but you really need to learn how to appreciate the good things in life. And a hot shower and candy? Really good things."
Castiel sighed again. "If you say so, Gabriel. I want the Hershey's bars out of the bathroom by this evening, though."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Gabriel muttered, attention already back on the TV show he'd been watching.
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Lazy Morning
Jensen wakes up to the smells of coffee and burnt cinnamon. Automatically reaching out for his lover, he scowls when he finds the space beside him empty and cold.
Cracking one eye open, he confirms that Misha's not there and sighs. That damned man and his odd hours. Crawling into bed after midnight and gone before--Jensen twists to see the clock--eight.
Relaxing back into his pillow and the warm covers, he tries to think about what they'd had planned for today. Nothing terribly important is coming to mind, so there's a good chance something big is happening today.
Oh, well. Jared will probably call and let him know if there is anything going on.
In the meantime, there's no pressing need to get up just yet, so he won't. A moment later though, he's retracting that thought as he hears someone banging up the stairs in a familiar pattern.
So Misha was still around. That was good. They didn't have many mornings where they could just be together and Jensen was looking forward to spending time with him.
There's a moment of silence on the other side of the door and Jensen has a few seconds to wonder why Misha hasn't burst through yet before the door is easing open. Misha backs into the room and when he turns around, Jensen can see the overfull tray he's carrying.
The scents of coffee and lightly burnt cinnamon grow stronger and he pushes himself up against the headboard. "What's this?" he asks.
Misha carefully lowers the tray to the bedside table and Jensen eyes the contents (cereal, milk, orange juice, coffee, two cinnamon rolls, some weird pastry thing he can't identify, a croissant, tea, eggs, bacon, toast, yogurt, granola, a stack of napkins, water, and a small vase with a yellow rose bud).
"Breakfast in bed," Misha says proudly. "We've got a day of nothing ahead of us and I wanted to do something special for you."
Jensen can't help but smile. "Well, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not sure I can eat all this," he says.
Misha considers the tray. "Hmm. You may be right. Too bad there's no one else here that you could share it with." Jensen rolls his eyes.
"Get in bed, idiot. You can have the yogurt."
Misha grins at him, fitting in a quick grope and a not-so-quick kiss as he crawls over to his spot. "If you insist," he says, already slipping back under the covers. "Are you going to want the tea?"
"All yours," Jensen tells him, handing it over. "Just don't get it on the comforter."
"Yes, dear," Misha snarks, but the effect is ruined by the sheer happiness shining out of his eyes. Jensen smiles.
"I love you."
Misha pointedly sets the tea aside and leans in for a kiss. "I love you, too."
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Knitting Craze
"Dean, pass me the white yarn, will you?"
Dean tossed the ball of string over Castiel's head. "There ya go, Sammy. How’s the scarf coming, Cas?"
The angel paused and scowled at the mess of red string. "Not very well," he sighed. Gabriel peered over his little brother's shoulder, the purple cap he'd finished in ten minutes snug on his head.
"Yeah, that's hopeless," he commented. "Even Bobby's doing better."
The old hunter scowled at the archangel. "Mind yer own business, idjit."
"Sam!' Jo called. "How do you purl a stitch again?"
Sam sighed and set down the sweater he'd been working on to show her the stitch. Ellen came in a minute later, set down the lemonade and evaded Gabriel's attempt to pull her into a chair.
"Oh, no you don't! I absolutely refuse to get caught up in this craze you brought."
Gabriel pouted. "Spoilsport," he muttered, absently tugging at a loose string from Dean's own scarf.
"Gabriel!"
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Duck, Duck, Goose
"...and the brown ones over there prefer the cracked wheat," Castiel finishes.
Dean blinks, a little overloaded from all the information. "And you do this every day?" he asks.
"As much as possible, yes," Castiel says, still tossing out bits of white bread to the mallards.
"I see," Dean says. "And you want me to do it for you because...?"
"I'll be gone most of next week and I don't want them to be lonely."
"Right."
They're silent for a long moment and Castiel continues to feed the ducks. "I wouldn't trust just anyone with this," the angel says and Dean smiles, feeling absurdly happy that he is one of the few eligible for that trust.
"Okay. So, how about those white ones over there?"
Castiel looks where he's pointing and smiles slightly. "Those are geese, Dean. They get the potato rolls."
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Incentive
"This is itchy," Castiel complains, once again fingering the elastic string. Dean just grins at him.
"Dude, it's a birthday party. You have to wear the party hat. Imagine how sad Marianna would be if you were the only one not wearing the party hat. Even Bobby's wearing one!"
Castiel looks across the yard where Bobby is indeed wearing the cardboard cone, with its itchy elastic string, and sighs. "Very well," he says.
"Besides," Dean continues with a leer. "I've got a plan for them later that I can guarantee won't be itchy."
Castiel doesn't complain for the rest of the party.
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Once Shot, Twice Shy
Four hours of intensive instruction and demonstration later, Dean's more or less certain Cas knows how to handle a firearm. So, he hands him one of the pistols and lets him do it on his own.
The angel manages to disassemble the gun and put it mostly back together, but Dean can see it go wrong just before it does and he's already moving to knock the gun out of Cas' hands and Cas himself over when Cas slides one of the pieces wrong.
The sharp bang makes Dean's heart stop and he lies on top of Cas, hesitantly believing he's still alive. Pushing himself up, he looks down at Cas. "Hey, dude. You okay?"
Cas' blue eyes are wide and there is a deep fear in them.
"Oh, fuck," Dean mutters and he rolls them away from where the gun had dropped, tucking the angel up close against him. "It's alright, Cas. No harm done. I'm fine. You're fine. Whatever the gun hit can be replaced. Come on, dude, help me out here. Talk to me."
It's a long moment of tense silence before Cas lifts his head to look at Dean. "You are unharmed?" the angel whispers, eyes still wide and Dean can feel the rapid pulse of his heart against his own chest.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, managing a shaky smile. "You good?"
Cas nods minutely. "Yes. I do not think I like guns, though."
Dean snorts. "I don't blame you, dude."
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Surprise
Dean's making a last round of the house, making sure everything's in place. All they're waiting on now is Jo's call that Sam's on his way home and then all the planning will finally pay off. He finds Castiel in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the cake they'd gotten.
Dean leans on the counter beside him. "It's finally happened," he says.
Castiel nods, but doesn't look up from carefully spelling out the last word. Then he's done and he sets the tube aside, smiling at Dean. Before he can say anything though, Dean cell rings and he grabs for it.
"Jo? ...Great! We'll be ready! Come on back." He hangs up and grins at Castiel. "He's on his way."
Ten minutes later, when Sam walks through the door, everyone that Dean could think of to call (and could make it) are packed into the living room yelling "Surprise!" and Sam's face is perfect as Dean tugs him through the crowd to the cake, which reads, "Happy 30th Birthday, Sammy!"
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More Things Under Heaven And On Earth
"So...I've seen demons."
"Yup."
"There's ghosts?"
"Yup."
"Vampires?"
"Yup and they don't sparkle."
"Right. Werewolves?"
"Probably not like what you're thinking, but yup."
"Angels?"
"I don't believe in them."
"So they don't exist?"
Dean shrugs. "Sammy'll tell you they do, but he's religious. I'm not." Victor nods, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets.
They' re standing outside of the station, not really doing anything but looking up at the darkened sky and being thankful that it's not a cloud of demons. There's a beat of silence and then Victor takes a breath.
"So, if there really are more things in heaven and on earth, metaphorically speaking, than I've ever dreamt of in my philosophy, do you think I could possibly dream about a dinner date?"
Dean blinks and looks at him. "With me?" he asks.
Victor shrugs. "You see anyone else out here? Besides, I've got questions for you." Dean scoffs.
"Oh, right. You just want to pick my brain. Had nothing to do with my dashing good looks." Victor smiles a slow smile.
"Well, I only want to pick your brain a little," he confesses. "Your dashing good looks had much more to do with the question."
Blinking again, Dean considers him. "You're serious?"
Shrugging, Victor nods. "I almost died back there. Least you could do is treat me to dinner."
Dean shrugs, as well. "Yeah, might as well. Friday good?"
"Friday'd be great."
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Subtext Versus Fact
"And then!" Chuck continues, "then he goes and dies, but gets resurrected and I'm not sure if it's God or just some weird coincidence or something, but he comes back and basically tells Dean that he's doing it all for him and there's this very sentimental scene where he asks Dean for his pendant, since he'll need it to find God and--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Becky interrupts. Standing, she leans over the small table, right up into his personal space. "Sentimental scene? Between Castiel and Dean? Involving that pendant? Chuck, you can't do that! Sam gave Dean that pendant! It's like, symbolic of their relationship and everything! For Dean to give it to Castiel...I don't like it. Dean is supposed to be with Sam, not some floozy angel."
Chuck avoids a flailing limb and frowns a bit. "But...Castiel's very important to the whole plot and everything that happens from now on..."
Becky sits back down, arms crossed. "Nope. No way. I refuse." Chuck sighs. He's got his work cut out for him on this.
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Advice Couplet
Straight Up
Missouri eyes the phone and when it rings, she picks it up and tells Sam, "Kiss the archangel, already, boy!" and hangs up.
Collaboration
Bobby waits for three days and when Sam finally calls, he growls, "What Missouri said," into the phone and hangs up, grinning.
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Like A Ship In The Night
It happens at two in the morning and Cas wakes Dean up. "I'm human," he says softly and Dean just pulls him in close, silent.
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Monopoly, Skewed
“…and then they turn into hotels, which are the big red ones,” Sam explains, holding the piece up. Castiel considers it, then looks down at the board.
“I think I understand,” he says.” Sam beams at him.
“Great! Let’s play a practice round, make sure you get it all. Which thingy do you want to be?” He holds the tub of player tokens out and the angel looks through them, eventually choosing the top hat. Sam selects the horse and quickly counts out their starter money. “Right. So, you can go first.”
Castiel nods and rolls the dice and somehow manages to get three doubles, though he purchases the two properties he’d landed on. Sam moves the hat to the jail space. “Tough luck,” he says and rolls.
Two hours later, the board’s pretty evenly divided and the game’s become less about buying out the other spaces and more about getting the other person to somehow go to jail, whether for imagined money laundering, credit card fraud, trespassing, outright theft, lying in a court under oath or some other infraction. It’s not until they both somehow manage to get into jail at the same time that Sam thinks of something.
Smirking, he glances at Castiel. “I bet you drop the soap,” he says.
Castiel tilts his head. “What?”
“Drop the soap,” Sam explains. “It’s a generally known prelude to jail-sex.”
The angel blinks, then looks at him. “You wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me while in a jail?” he asks.
Sam half chokes, half snorts. “No! Not exactly. No jails need to be involved,” he mutters, suddenly embarrassed. But of course angels have super-hearing and Castiel’s looking at him like he’s some very interesting thing to be dissected by angelic laser vision.
“I see,” the angel murmurs.
And Sam kind of frowns and almost asks “What?” except he can’t do that very well when he’s got an angel kissing him. The game gets forgotten for a while, after that.
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At The Opera Tonight
Dean's flustered, out of his depth and really regretting saying yes to the cufflinks. But Cas is totally in his element, all refined and polite and really, that's the whole reason Dean's even here. The man wanted to go to the opera and Dean had never been able to refuse that wistful look his too-blue eyes.
So, here they were. Castiel the classics professor and Dean the garage mechanic, dressed to the nines and bumping shoulders with the higher echelons just to see some people sing really high and really long.
Dean's never going to live this down if Sam finds out, but right now, when Cas turns to look at him and the excitement and pure happiness that's radiating off of the man is practically palpable...well, Dean really doesn't care so much.
Not even because of the thank-you sex they'll probably have later, either. No, Dean thinks, smiling back at Cas, this is pretty much just because he loves the guy.
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To Blame
"I didn't touch the car!"
Dean glares. "Then where did that dent come from?" he asks, pointing.
Castiel raises his hand.
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Tables Turned
Dean blinks down at the kid. "You're...me?"
The kid scowls. "Yeah, except I'm not a dick."
Sam grins. "I like past you, Dean."
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Pain For Pleasure
Alistair brushes a razor along the inner part of Dean's thigh and leers. Dean whimpers and the demon smiles. "Such a good boy," he croons.
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Promises, Promises
Dean shuts the DVD case harder than necessary. He refuses to believe Gabriel is actually dead. He'd been promised a blow job, after all.
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A Righteous Man Of A Different Race
The blue-eyed man waits patiently and when the bell tolls, Fraser returns the curious stare. "It is impolite to stare," he informs the man.
"My apologies," the man says. "I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord and we have a job for you."
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Two's Company
Cas sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night. Sam usually rolls over and goes back to sleep. This time, though, he waits for dawn with the angel in silence.
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Small Mercies
Castiel can't believe how bad Heaven's gotten in so short a time, but he's infinitely grateful for Ash's inter-rank messaging service.
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Unholy Picnic
Gabriel drags the demon out of the house and into the car, then out of the car and into the field. "Sit," he orders.
Crowley does so, but with his customary sneer. "I can't believe you want to do a picnic," he grumbles.
Gabriel grins. "Shut up and smite ants, babe."
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Superficial Bonding
Castiel is flustered when he finds Gabriel.
"What's up, bro?" the archangel asks.
"Dean and Sam have bonded themselves to each other," he says.
Gabriel's startled. "Like, soul-swapping, till-never-do-us-part bonding?"
Castiel shakes his head, frowning. "No, with superglue."
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Consequences Be Damned
Dean suffers through ten days of Mother Hen Castiel before his sniffle and cough clear up. The next week, though, he smirks as he forces chicken noodle soup down his lover's throat. "I told you kissing me would be a bad idea."
Castiel glares and pushes the soup away. "It was worth it," he says, sniffling.