Fic: Try Something New
Title: Try Something New
Author: yellow_pomelo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
Warnings: (Take the ending as you like; life/death is up to you.)
Word Count: ~470
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters.
Summary: AU, Domestic; Thursday is usually spaghetti and meatballs.
Notes: Part of The Snuff Table for the prompt 'Spaghetti.'
How did this happen?
Castiel wants to ask because it's Thursday, Dean's favorite day.
It's Dean's favorite because it's the day you anticipate the weekend but still have enough focus to actually do something. Castiel knows this is especially important to Dean since he loves working with cars just as much as he loves weekends and they never actually do much. Castiel likes to talk about what they'll do, but he always gets paged by the hospital or they oversleep and end up waking at three in the afternoon.
Most weekends are spent just sitting on the couch and watching movies.
But tonight is a Thursday and Dean stepped out to buy some cream from the corner store. They need it for the fettuccine alfredo.
They were supposed to have spaghetti and meatballs, but Castiel attended a surgery earlier and he didn't much feel like eating something even vaguely graphic. And besides, spaghetti and meatballs are the Thursday staple, he'd said, why not try something new?
So Dean went out - just for a few minutes. He didn't need the car and he didn't even bring his phone, so when Castiel realized that Dean might as well buy some bread while he's out - they're running low on whole grain - he'd run outside to tell Dean.
Dean had only made it to the end of the street. Within easy shouting distance.
Six house lengths away from home. At the intersection where their street meets a slightly busier street.
One street width and one parking lot away from the corner store.
Not far.
Only a few minutes walking, even less if you run.
Today is Thursday and that's the day that you spend anticipating the weekend, but aren't yet lost in the clouds. Still alert enough to focus on the task at hand; on getting cream from the corner store for the fettuccine alfredo.
Not spaghetti and meatballs because Castiel didn't want to see anything red today, and they're trying something new.
And this is new, but it's red.
Too much red.
Red everywhere and he's screaming.
But he's not six house lengths away and he's not telling Dean to buy whole grain bread.
He's not six house lengths away from Dean because Castiel is a fast runner - he always outpaced Dean on the track when they were in high school - and he'd decided that instead of sending Dean to the store, he should go with him.
They should spend more time together.
So Castiel made sure he'd have no calls this weekend. Fishing, he'd told Dean, let's go fishing.
Thursdays never make Dean forget where he is, but Castiel doesn't need a time of day to see only Dean.
And now it's red everywhere and Dean's screaming for an ambulance.
He doesn't have his phone.
And Castiel's sorry Dean has to see spaghetti and meatballs tonight.
They were supposed to try something new.
Author: yellow_pomelo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
Warnings: (Take the ending as you like; life/death is up to you.)
Word Count: ~470
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters.
Summary: AU, Domestic; Thursday is usually spaghetti and meatballs.
Notes: Part of The Snuff Table for the prompt 'Spaghetti.'
How did this happen?
Castiel wants to ask because it's Thursday, Dean's favorite day.
It's Dean's favorite because it's the day you anticipate the weekend but still have enough focus to actually do something. Castiel knows this is especially important to Dean since he loves working with cars just as much as he loves weekends and they never actually do much. Castiel likes to talk about what they'll do, but he always gets paged by the hospital or they oversleep and end up waking at three in the afternoon.
Most weekends are spent just sitting on the couch and watching movies.
But tonight is a Thursday and Dean stepped out to buy some cream from the corner store. They need it for the fettuccine alfredo.
They were supposed to have spaghetti and meatballs, but Castiel attended a surgery earlier and he didn't much feel like eating something even vaguely graphic. And besides, spaghetti and meatballs are the Thursday staple, he'd said, why not try something new?
So Dean went out - just for a few minutes. He didn't need the car and he didn't even bring his phone, so when Castiel realized that Dean might as well buy some bread while he's out - they're running low on whole grain - he'd run outside to tell Dean.
Dean had only made it to the end of the street. Within easy shouting distance.
Six house lengths away from home. At the intersection where their street meets a slightly busier street.
One street width and one parking lot away from the corner store.
Not far.
Only a few minutes walking, even less if you run.
Today is Thursday and that's the day that you spend anticipating the weekend, but aren't yet lost in the clouds. Still alert enough to focus on the task at hand; on getting cream from the corner store for the fettuccine alfredo.
Not spaghetti and meatballs because Castiel didn't want to see anything red today, and they're trying something new.
And this is new, but it's red.
Too much red.
Red everywhere and he's screaming.
But he's not six house lengths away and he's not telling Dean to buy whole grain bread.
He's not six house lengths away from Dean because Castiel is a fast runner - he always outpaced Dean on the track when they were in high school - and he'd decided that instead of sending Dean to the store, he should go with him.
They should spend more time together.
So Castiel made sure he'd have no calls this weekend. Fishing, he'd told Dean, let's go fishing.
Thursdays never make Dean forget where he is, but Castiel doesn't need a time of day to see only Dean.
And now it's red everywhere and Dean's screaming for an ambulance.
He doesn't have his phone.
And Castiel's sorry Dean has to see spaghetti and meatballs tonight.
They were supposed to try something new.