fic: Sandwich Fueled Righteousness
Title: Sandwich Fueled Righteousness
Author: uselessplayback
Rating: G
Genre and/or Pairing: Crack; Dean/Castiel, Sam
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This is silly.
Word Count: 459
Summary: Castiel smites and eats.
Notes: extraonions might have mentioned joyful food fic and smitey Cas fic in chat and I might have said, "Why not both?" Then she practically wrote it for me right there in the chatroom (the best lines? All her.) So, this is for her (and also mostly because of her.)
There might also be bad art involved.
Castiel had barely taken a bite of his sandwich when demons burst through the door.
From where Dean watched, the scene seemed to play out in slow motion. Demons in a frozen tableau, packed into the doorframe, and Castiel with his sandwich paused halfway to his mouth. Sam, meanwhile, sat frozen with a sandwich crammed between his teeth. It gaped comically where it hung from his mouth, spilling bits of lettuce under his nose and wide eyes.
Castiel seemed pretty effectively distracted by his food. He eyed it with a pained expression and flicked glances up at the demons like he was torn between killing them all and sitting down to eat.
Then the demons were on them or, really, on Castiel. He made a frustrated noise somewhere between a whine and a growl, gripping the sandwich firmly in one hand and reaching out to burn a demon out of its host with the other.
Sam’s sandwich fell out of his mouth and Dean’s jaw dropped open.
Castiel took a bite out of his sandwich and chewed happily even as the next demon ran at him, screaming obscenities. He dispatched this one as well.
“This is an excellent sandwich, Dean,” Castiel practically sighed and reached back almost absently when the next demon came at him.
“Uh,” Dean said, mouth going dry. “Thanks, Cas.”
Still reeling from the compliment, Dean watched with a kind of fascinated horror as demons rushed Castiel and the angel, still lost in gustatory fervor, destroyed them one at a time. It was a lot like watching mosquitoes fly into a bug zapper.
Dean had seen Castiel get the shit kicked out of him before but he’d never really seen the guy in action. It was like he was caught up in a state of sandwich fueled righteousness and Dean could only stare helplessly, hands twitching with the urge to do some ass kicking of his own. Next to him, Sam stared with his mouth open in shock.
Before long there was a pile of bodies on the floor with Castiel in the middle licking the remainder of turkey and tomato juice from his fingers. He traced the last drops almost to the cuff of his coat and looked almost comically disappointed when there was nothing left and turned his eyes to Dean imploringly.
“May I have another sandwich, Dean?”
Mutely, Dean picked up a sandwich and handed it to Castiel who smiled so gratefully that Dean’s stomach did a little jig. Castiel took a bite of his new sandwich and sighed into the bread. His eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
Dean swallowed hard.
“Holy crap, Cas,” Dean said a little breathlessly. “What if I made lasagna?”
Distantly, he heard Sam break into a coughing fit.
-end-
*runs away!*
Author: uselessplayback
Rating: G
Genre and/or Pairing: Crack; Dean/Castiel, Sam
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This is silly.
Word Count: 459
Summary: Castiel smites and eats.
Notes: extraonions might have mentioned joyful food fic and smitey Cas fic in chat and I might have said, "Why not both?" Then she practically wrote it for me right there in the chatroom (the best lines? All her.) So, this is for her (and also mostly because of her.)
There might also be bad art involved.
Castiel had barely taken a bite of his sandwich when demons burst through the door.
From where Dean watched, the scene seemed to play out in slow motion. Demons in a frozen tableau, packed into the doorframe, and Castiel with his sandwich paused halfway to his mouth. Sam, meanwhile, sat frozen with a sandwich crammed between his teeth. It gaped comically where it hung from his mouth, spilling bits of lettuce under his nose and wide eyes.
Castiel seemed pretty effectively distracted by his food. He eyed it with a pained expression and flicked glances up at the demons like he was torn between killing them all and sitting down to eat.
Then the demons were on them or, really, on Castiel. He made a frustrated noise somewhere between a whine and a growl, gripping the sandwich firmly in one hand and reaching out to burn a demon out of its host with the other.
Sam’s sandwich fell out of his mouth and Dean’s jaw dropped open.
Castiel took a bite out of his sandwich and chewed happily even as the next demon ran at him, screaming obscenities. He dispatched this one as well.
“This is an excellent sandwich, Dean,” Castiel practically sighed and reached back almost absently when the next demon came at him.
“Uh,” Dean said, mouth going dry. “Thanks, Cas.”
Still reeling from the compliment, Dean watched with a kind of fascinated horror as demons rushed Castiel and the angel, still lost in gustatory fervor, destroyed them one at a time. It was a lot like watching mosquitoes fly into a bug zapper.
Dean had seen Castiel get the shit kicked out of him before but he’d never really seen the guy in action. It was like he was caught up in a state of sandwich fueled righteousness and Dean could only stare helplessly, hands twitching with the urge to do some ass kicking of his own. Next to him, Sam stared with his mouth open in shock.
Before long there was a pile of bodies on the floor with Castiel in the middle licking the remainder of turkey and tomato juice from his fingers. He traced the last drops almost to the cuff of his coat and looked almost comically disappointed when there was nothing left and turned his eyes to Dean imploringly.
“May I have another sandwich, Dean?”
Mutely, Dean picked up a sandwich and handed it to Castiel who smiled so gratefully that Dean’s stomach did a little jig. Castiel took a bite of his new sandwich and sighed into the bread. His eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
Dean swallowed hard.
“Holy crap, Cas,” Dean said a little breathlessly. “What if I made lasagna?”
Distantly, he heard Sam break into a coughing fit.
-end-
*runs away!*