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FIC: Twitfics II, Multiple Pairings, R
Title: Twitfics II
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Jimmy/Michael, two Sam/Castiel ones from when I was having a weird moment, one that might be interpreted as Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 5600+
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Tiny tiny fanfictions and SPOILERS UP TO 516
Summary: Too many for one summary. Supernatural characters doing things!
Author's Notes: Another batch of ficlets from my twitter. Some of these are more like drabbles and some of them are in series! :) Enjoy!
Guilty Pleasure
Cas quickly stuffs the wrapper under a newspaper when Dean walks into the room. Dean sighs. "Stop it, man. No one cares if you eat Devil's food."
Food Offense
"What's wrong?" Dean asks when Cas huffs and gives the menu an affronted look. Cas whips it around and stabs at a particular phrase. Dean lifts an eyebrow at him. "Don't worry. It's not real angel hair."
Protective Dad
"I found God."
Dean's heart leaps.
"Really?"
"He said to tell you it's okay as long as you bring me home by 12?" Cas says, obviously confused.
Kitty!Cas Series
Losing it
The cat stares up at Dean with bright inquisitive blue eyes.
"Heh, you remind me of someone," he says. The cat cocks his head and Dean gulps. "Cas?" he asks quietly, filled with dread.
"Yes?" Cas answers from behind him. Dean maintains till his dying day that he doesn't scream like a girl scout.
Now for Real
Of course it happened to Cas, the littlest angel who couldn't.
You better frickin' use the litter box," Dean threatens the tiny black kitten.
Punny
Dean picks the cat up and bounces him.
"Look, Sam, I gripped him tight and raised him from my pillow."
Sam sighs.
"I hate you right now."
Awkward
Dean wakes up to the strangest sensation. "Cas," he growls. "Please...please tell me you aren't kneading my ass."
Familiar Comforts
He can't sleep. What the hell, he thinks. Then Cas hops up on his chest and plops down, his purring vibrating through Dean's body. "Oh right," Dean says. He drifts off within minutes.
Dismay
"What's wrong?" Sam asks, alarmed by Dean's tense sadness.
"It's Cas," Dean says, holding up his tiny food bowl. "I think he ran away."
Another Change
Dean tries not to look at empty pillow or feel the abandoned space on his chest. He'll never get to sleep now.
"Dean?" He nearly falls out of the bed.
"Cas?" Dean nearly shouts.
Cas gives him a slight smile and smoothes down his wrinkled trench coat. "My Father returned me to my original state."
Dean punches him. "You scared me!"
He discovers that night that angel Cas purrs in sleep just as much as kitty Cas.
Different This Time
They always share everything. Absolutely everything. It isn't until Dean says 'not this time' that Sam really gets how much he loves Cas.
Fear
A tight embrace in trembling arms wakes Dean late one night. "Cas?" A crash of thunder and Cas burrows closer. "Cas...are you frightened of the weather?" Dean asks in shock. Cas just buries himself further, so Dean gathers him up. If fear is a product of his new humanity then Dean will just have to protect him.
The storm rages and Dean holds Cas close and safe.
Fun Misunderstanding
As Cas kneels down for third time that day, Dean almost corrects his understanding of 'threesome'. Then thinks, why mess with a good thing?
Practical Joke
"Just remember what we taught you," Uriel says, barely holding back a smile.
"Yes," Zachariah adds and he bites the inside of his cheek. “Humans like it when you stare."
"And stand very close," Uriel adds. Castiel nods earnestly and takes notes. "Always be blunt and make sure to threaten them. You got that?"
"Oh yes. Thank you, brothers."
A week later, Cas finds them and glares at them. "You are both very rude."
Cuddling
Cas rolls into Sam's space and borrows in. Sam chuckles and gathers him up.
"Are all angels this clingy?" Cas rubs his cheek against Sam's chest. "You won't need to find out," he declares.
Almost RPS
They'd told Dean the new guy would make an amazing Misha, that he'd be the perfect flippant counterpoint to Dean's more serious Jensen. But it wasn't until he met the guy, till he was captured by those curious blue eyes, that Dean decided maybe this Castiel would work out on the show after all.
Fantasy
When Dean asked Cas if he had any secret fantasies, he kinda thought they'd be sexier. But he had to admit, there was something nice about holding the angel's hand as they strolled down the street.
Hope Series
Retrieving Castiel
"What do you want?" Cas' voice is more than blank. Unlike his previous anger, he sounds dead and empty. Sam takes a deep breath and holds out the necklace.
"You need this."
Cas' eyes settle on it and Sam thinks he sees a spark of something unpleasant and dark. "I have no use for it."
Sam grabs Cas' arm before he can leave.
"Just hold on. You have no idea what this thing really means, do you? It's not about finding God. Maybe it never was. Dean gave this to you because you needed it," Sam says, fighting the urge to shake Cas so he'll understand. "He wouldn't even take the thing off to bathe, but he gave it to you because you needed it and he couldn't bear to see you in anymore pain."
Sam wraps Cas' hand around the necklace. "So maybe you didn't find God or whatever. But you found us. And now we need you too." He tries to smile. "It's not much of a Team Free Will without the nerdy sidekick...angel...person..."
And when Cas huffs a breathy laugh, obviously against his better judgment, Sam wonders if maybe he can fix this mess after all.
Three
They appear right beside Dean as he's reaching down to retrieve a soda from the machine. He'd have jumped and screamed if he weren't so used the zing of energy he feels right before Cas appears. Still, he wasn't expecting Sam nor was he expecting the way Sam was clutching Cas arm.
"The hell?"
Cas steps forward and pulls open his coat. "I'm wearing the necklace, Dean," he says in a solemn creepy voice.
"Um, okay did you also drink the Kool-aid?"
Sam huffs and Cas frowns.
"There were no beverages involved."
Sam pushes forward. "He's pledging allegiance to Team Free Will,' he says in an excitable tone.
Dean blinks. "Please don't tell me there's an actual pledge. Or a flag."
Sam grabs his arm. "Stop fooling around and listen. Cas knows what the necklace means now, but do you? You know why I gave it to you?"
''Cause Dad sucks?"
Another huff from Sam.
"No. Because it was never Dad. It was always you. You're my brother and I wanted you to have it. And that's why Lucifer fell and it's why we're going to win. Because that SOB didn't love Michael enough, but I love you enough. And we're going to fucking win this shit. We're going to blow the doors off of Heaven and charge the gates of Hell and we're going to fucking win." '
"I agree,' Cas adds when Dean can do nothing more than stare at his brother. His little brother who seems bigger and stronger than ever and not a drop of demon blood in sight.
"Okay," Dean says softly. "Okay then. Let's do it."
Roleplay
"Please don't make me do this," Chuck begs, but Becky is implacable. She points to the sofa and Chuck sighs. "Fine," he grumbles as he sits, knowing this is the only way he'll get any tonight.
He opens his arms.
"Let's not fight, Dean," he says through clenched teeth.
"Oh Sam!" Becky says as she leaps into his embrace. Chuck's pretty sure he's going to kill himself later.
A Sweet Sound
Dean's hands are trailing up Castiel's bare back when he hears a strained mewling noise coming from Cas' throat.
"Forgive me," Cas says just as a huge explosion fills Dean's ears and his vision momentarily blacks out. He shoves at what turns out to be big dark feathers.
"The hell?" Castiel's wings are now lying behind him, pouring down over the side of the bed like a shivery black waterfall. "Did you...?"
But then he pauses when he hears an odd noise. A high crystalline sound that makes Dean think of water and silver.
"Dude, are...are your wings making that noise?" Cas looks away, his face turning red.
"They...they play music," he confesses, obviously embarrassed. Dean grabs his chin and lifts his eyes.
"Yeah? Do they take requests?" He catches a glimpse of a pleased smile before Cas tackles him to the bed.
Castiel's Very Important List of Things to Remember
1. Dean is allergic to bee stings. Smiting the bees is not nearly as helpful as administering epinephrine.
2. Despite his attitude, Sam is afraid of how much he needs Dean's guidance and protection. Allow them plenty of time together.
3. 'Going to bed early' translates to sexual intercourse in Dean's mind.
4. After said intercourse, when Dean rolls away, you must draw him back. Be aggressive if necessary. He wants you to do so.
5. While drunk, Sam is much harder to deal with than Dean. Bring tissues and be prepared for hugging.
6. Emotionally, Dean is Sam's mother. This means you are his step-father. Do not fight in front of him. He will find it upsetting and annoying.
7. VERY IMPORTANT: Dean is ticklish on the back of his thighs.
8. Dean will continue to look at women. This does not mean he wishes to leave you. However, if you look at other humans, he will become jealous and clingy. Don't try to understand it.
9. Do not mention it when Dean tears up at emotional television commercials.
10. Re-read #9
11. However much you believe Dean needs to hear 'I love you', double it.
12. Don't forget that humans are supposed to make ridiculous expressions during sex.
13. While Dean enjoys your urgency, you must not attempt to initiate relations until you are certain Sam is out of the room.
Dean's List of Very Important Things to Remember
1. Cas was a virgin for thousands of years. It's like being 17 times a million. It does not make you less of a man if you get worn out.
2. Just because he is not actively glaring or crying or otherwise emotional does not mean that Cas is not pissed at you.
3. When you see Sam and Cas together, don't assume they are plotting against you. It annoys them and will lead to actual plotting.
4. Cas doesn't like apple pie. Cas will never like apple pie. Try to accept this and move on.
5. Cas finds random humans interesting. He doesn't want to have sex with them. You have to stop hitting these people.
6. Don't be jealous of Sam and Cas' friendship. Think of it as God rewarding you by sending a stand-in for Sam's boring-ass conversations.
7. Just eat the damn food. Yes, he can't cook. Remember, we've decided to find it endearing.
8. Always remember: no matter what you say or do in the bedroom, Cas ain't telling.
9. Cas doesn't find it humorous when you joke about loving the Impala more than him. Seriously, stop it.
10.Don't touch his back in public. Yes, it's weirdly hot that he's got invisible erogenous zones hanging from his back, but it embarrasses him.
11. If you ever feel bad about Cas not being very jealous of other humans, just remember how he acted the last time you were in the same room with Michael.
12. Don't you dare fuck this up.
Be Careful
"Dean, no!" Cas scrambles towards him before Dean can lay down his head.
"What the hell?"
Reaching under the pillow, Cas draws out a fat brown hamster. "You almost crushed Nimrod."
"You're a nimrod," Dean grumbles under his breath as Cas croons to the tiny furball in his hands.
Bedtime
He begs for another story and then another. Time passes and when Dean gets up to look, he finds Cas fast asleep, their son snoring on his chest.
Sharing Series
First Meeting
Jimmy stays on the other side of the room. "Where's Castiel?" he asks the figure standing across the way. It looks like Dean, but Jimmy knows better. Dean never looked at him like that. Like he was a fascinating object.
"He had business elsewhere," the not!Dean says.
"Who are you?" Jimmy asks, now afraid.
"I am Michael."
"As in...the archangel?" The angel nods and Jimmy feels himself growing faint.
This could be bad.
Curiosity
Cas glares at Michael. He tries not to feel uncomfortable, knows that his brother and Dean agreed to this arrangement, but it's difficult to feel at ease with Dean looking this way. His lax posture belying the immeasurable power shining in ancient knowing eyes.
"I would like to speak with Dean, please," Cas says stiffly.
"Of course, but I was hoping..." Michael trails off and Cas realizes with a jolt of surprise that Michael is hesitating. Dean's cheeks flush light red. "I was hoping we could talk."
"About what?"
Michael's eyes stare down at his or rather at Dean's hands.
"Jimmy," he says softly. Cas stares. He can't possibly mean...but then, Cas has seen that expression before.
"Brother," he says, unsure whether he should be amused or exasperated. "You are no longer allowed to lecture me about resisting the humans."
Development
Michael watches as Jimmy slowly regains consciousness. "Wha...Dean?" he slurs. At Michael's quiet negation, Jimmy becomes more alert and more shy. "Oh. Um, hello, Michael," he says quietly and Michael's borrowed heart aches within Dean's chest.
Future
"No way," Dean argues to the angel in his head. "You had Jimmy last night. It's me and Cas' turn."
Michael sighs. Dean can be so stubborn.
Discipline
Cas' patience eventually ran out.
"What are you doing?" Dean yelped as Cas hauled him over his knee.
"You're being childish and I know this is how humans deal with children," Cas explained.
"You gotta be kidding-" His voice broke as pain rocketed through him.
Nope, not kidding at all.
Reality Bites
"Dean, we must never marry," Cas says in quiet horror, his eyes glued to the episode of Bridezilla playing on the screen.
Sleep Series
Cold
Cas waits on a cold silent street for Dean to wake and not for the first time, wishes he could wait in the warmth of Dean's bed instead.
Warmth
It's in middle of a vague dream of a wide empty field that Dean awakens to a sudden warm presence at his back.
"The hell?" he slurs. He wonders why he's not more freaked, but then he smells that odd scent of ocean and strawberries Cas exudes. "Cas?"
"Hush, Dean," Cas rumbles against Dean's ear as he gathers Dean against his chest. "I'm cold."
He's so comfortable and Cas sounds so reasonable. Dean sleeps.
Acceptance
The bed is a freaking oven when Dean wakes the next morning. He lies quietly and tries to remember why. A snuffling sound and possessive tug around his waist reminds him. Dean flips over, embarrassed and ready to scold Cas for invading his bed. The sleepy peaceful expression on Cas' face stops him.
"Hello, Dean," and now it's Cas' voice slurred by sleep and comfort. Dean sags against him.
"Hey, Cas," he whispers.
More Comfortable
Dean touches the collar of Cas' coat. "You coulda taken your coat off."
Cas' eyes widen. "You wish for me to remove clothing?"
Dean squirms. "I just meant you'd be more comfortable," Dean stammers. Cas stands, leaving Dean cold and annoyed by how much he disliked losing Cas body heat. The coat slips off and then Cas is back.
"Hmm. This is better," Cas says. "Would it continue to improve if I continue to remove clothing?"
Dean opens and closes his mouth. "Yeah," he finally croaks.
Cas stands and takes off his jacket. He slips back into the bed and slides his arms, now much warmer that his skin's separated from Dean's by only a thin shirt, round Dean's waist.
"I like this," Cas says.
Even More Comfortable
Dean watches silently as Cas tugs off his pants and crawls in the bed yet again, amused by this excruciatingly slow strip tease. Cas' pushes a leg between Dean's thighs.
"You should take your socks off," Dean grunts to distract himself. Cas obeys without getting up shoving hands under the blanket and grazing fingers along Dean's hips to find his socks. A moment later, Cas' lips part.
"Oh," he says and stretches his legs. "This is very pleasant."
Dean can barely speak because Cas' motion pushes their hips together.
"Yeah," he finally growls.
Inevitable
Dean's eyes fall onto the collar of Cas' white undershirt. "Here," he says suddenly and slides a hand along Cas' stomach, under the shirt. "You don't need this," he says without pausing to think.
Cas' eyes widen once again, but he stays quiet and sits up, helping Dean tug the shirt over his head, making Cas' hair messier than ever. He watches Dean toss the shirt away and then snuggles back under the blanket eager to discover how it feels now.
"It's better with your arms," Cas decides.
He grabs Dean and pulls him under the blankets with him.
Puppies
"Who are you?" Dean barks.
"I'm the one who grabbed your leash and raised you from Perdition."
It just figured a retriever would be the one to save him from the pound.
Loss
Dean liked teaching Cas about human things, but it didn't take long to realize; it's all fun and games until someone loses a halo.
Name
After the fourth time Dean introduced Castiel as his 'ange-aah-boy-uhhh-Cas', Castiel started taking over the introductions.
Sweet Series
Chocolate
When Sam accidentally discovers that chocolate makes angels horny, he suddenly gets why Dean was so excited about their hunt in Hershey, PA.
Prank
Dean comes back from the bathroom to find Cas vibrating in his chair.
"Dude." He glares at Sam. "Did you give him chocolate?" Sam shrugs.
Cas stares up him with wild eyes and Dean sighs.
"We're going back to the motel. Give us..." He eyes Cas. "Two hours."
Koosh
It wasn't until Dean saw Castiel's reaction to koosh balls that he understood true humor.
Introduction
Dean hurls a red-hot knife at Cas.
"Hope you weren't planning on leaving, Angel," he snarls.
Cas smiles.
"I'll stay as long as it takes."
Illogical
Dean pulls Cas up into an awkward hug, mindful of his likely broken ribs.
"You idiot," he whispers. "I swear to God, if you die, I'll kill you. D'you hear me?"
Cas' eyebrows draw together.
"That doesn't make sense," he starts, but Dean shuts him up with a kiss.
Search
Cas' search through hell takes a terrifying turn when he loses his map.
"Excuse me, sir," he timidly asks a nearby demon. "Have you seen a righteous man?"
The demon points.
"Third door on your left."
Cas breathes a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
Taking Chances Series
Losing Him
It starts with glances. Occasional warm smiles and friendly exchanges that grow into late nights spent discussing ancient texts and esoteric history. Before long, Dean forgets what it was like before Sam and Castiel were friends. Before they shared and cared and all that crap Dean always thought he hated and hadn’t realized how much he missed. And then he overhears Cas confessing to Sam his fear of falling. A confession that should have belonged to Dean and when he slams the door to get their attention, there’s guilt on Sam’s face.
"Why’d you talk to him about it?" Dean demands after Sam stammers an excuse and leaves. Cas won’t look at him. Dean charges forward and grabs Cas’ shoulders, spinning him around, gets in his face. "Why?" he barks.
"Because Sam doesn’t hurt me," Cas says, quiet and defeated. When he disappears, Dean feels like he’s lost more than just the angel’s company.
Fixing It
"You should talk to him," Sam says.
"To ease his discomfort? Maybe I don’t wish to do that," Cas says savagely, but they both know he doesn’t mean it.
"Look, I get it." Sam sighs and gives Cas a wry smile. "He’s my brother and I love him, but he can be a jerk. But the only reason he pushes you away is because he’s afraid of what will happen if you get closer."
Cas studies his hands and wishes very hard he wasn’t burning to question Sam.
"What will happen?" he is finally unable to resist asking.
"He’ll need you," Sam says. "And he thinks you’ll die or leave him and then he’ll be devastated."
Cas turns this over in his mind in fascination. Dean is afraid of losing Cas, so he causes himself to lose Castiel in advance?
"Dean isn’t very bright," Cas says finds the insult helps relieve some of his anger. To his surprise, Sam grins.
"Not at this stuff. So are you going to talk to him?" Cas ponders a little longer before answering.
"No. But if Dean wishes to talk to me, then...perhaps I’ll listen,” he says and then disappears before Sam can respond.
A Warning
Late one night while they share a beer Sam says, "It was me this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Dean thinks of little else for days.
Taking a Chance
Five days later, Dean dials Cas' number.
"Why are you calling me?" Cas asks suspiciously.
"Dunno," Dean says. "Haven't talked to you in awhile." A pause. "How ya been?"
As Cas first hesitantly, then happily talks about his week, Dean smiles and listens.
Disbelief
"We need you to save a human from hell."
Castiel's mouth drops open.
"You must be joking," he exclaims. "There's no such thing as humans!"
Playing
Dean sculpts Cas' hair into two soapy points.
"Look, man, you got horns now."
Cas sighs.
"Very clever, Dean."
Together Again
Cas waits for Dean at the gates.
"How was it?"
Dean leans into Cas' embrace.
"Not bad. Long." Leaning harder. "Lonely."
Wings wrap around his shoulders and Dean smiles against Cas' shoulder. He's alone no longer.
Oops
Going to sleep. Love you Dean types, almost asleep, and presses send.
He winces when Sam's phone buzzes and his brother snorts.
"Aw, thanks I love you too, Dean."
"Shut up, douchebag," he growls as he sends the message again, this time making sure the name he picks is 'Cas'.
Keen Learner
"Our next lesson," Anael says, "is resisting temptation."
Castiel nods eagerly. He can't wait to earn that pretty golden halo.
Massage
Dean never really cared about massages one way or another. Until Cas reached over one night while calmly reading a book and eased Dean's tense neck muscles with the tips of his ginormous black wings. It was only moments before Dean puddled into Cas' lap, boneless and incoherent with bliss.
"If I'd known my wings held the secret to your silence, I'd have done this long ago," Cas says.
His only answer was a moan to the crotch, so really everyone was a winner.
Characters
They wait impatiently to play their parts.
"I enjoy her stories," Cas says. Dean grins.
"Ya, 'cause you guys get laid a lot," Sam pouts.
Annoyed Series
Fucking Computers
Sam pushes an angry Cas towards Dean. If Cas needs to take his frustrations out on something, Sam'd rather it be his brother than his laptop.
Dean's a Winner
"What brought that on?" Dean asks, his cheek on Cas' bare stomach. "I don't like computers," Cas growls. Dean grins. Technology rocks.
March Madness
"I must pick a team?" Cas stares at the bracket. Dean nods.
"I chose Houston."
Dean sighs and says, "You really like long shots, don't you?"
April Fool's
"It's just an excuse to mess with people," Dean says. Judging by the unimpressed look on Castiel's face, he's not really following the whole April Fool's explanation.
"You 'mess with' Sam all the time. Are you not supposed to wait for the holiday?"
Dean snorts.
"Hell, no. Okay, maybe it's more for everyone. Even people that don't normally prank."
Understanding lights in Castiel's eyes.
"Oh I see. So it would be my opportunity to play a joke."
Dean nods and then grins. "What kind of joke would you play?"
"I wish to play a joke on Sam,' Cas decides.
Cas refuses to tell Dean ahead of time what he is going to do, but later that day, as they sit together at a diner, Cas gives Dean an oddly meaningful look that tells Dean he's about to start his joke. Dean tries not to be too obvious as he sits up and pays attentions.
"Sam," Cas begins. "There has been a turn in my emotional development that I feel I must inform you about."
Sam frowns, but ever the sensitive girly type, he nods. "What is it, Cas?"
Cas reaches out and touches Sam's hand.
"Dean taught me the meaning of friendly love, but it is you, Sam, that has finally helped me understand romantic love. I believe I've fallen in love with you."
It takes every ounce of will power Dean possesses not to explode with laughter right then and there. Cas' voice couldn't be more droll and deadpan despite his sickening sweet words. Sam's eyes widen and his lips part and he looks between Dean and Castiel as if searching for answers.
"D'you...are you...seriously?"
Cas nods solemnly. "Yes, Sam. I think about you all the time. Please tell me you feel the same way."
Dean bites the inside of his mouth and leans forward, ready to let Sam off the hook when Sam's hand suddenly turns and squeezes Castiel's.
"Cas...I...you have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."
Dean's mouth open and then closes. Wait, what? Cas' head cocks to the side.
"Truly?"
Sam nods, eyes now shining with joy.
The hell? Dean's stomach clenches into knots. This is not good. This is so not good.
"Yeah, I mean...it's kinda weird you telling me with Dean here, but I think I get it."
Castiel makes a humming sound. "Odd. I was only saying it as a prank because I never believed you could feel the same way."
That's the last straw. Dean snatches Cas' hand away from Sam's and glares at them both.
"Have you lost your minds? What the hell, man? Are you freaking serious?"
Cas looks down at his hand in Dean's and then back up to Dean's face.
"Indeed not. I believe I'm meant to say 'April Fool's' now?" he says as Sam dissolves into laughter.
Shopping
The angel walks down the line of humans till he finds a handsome young man whose name tag reads Jimmy.
"I'll use this one," he decides.
No Substitute
It's only after Cas flees Sam's room, wiping at his lips, that he understands a person's brother may not actually be the next best thing.
Bridezilla
"No. Absolutely not. We don't need this many flowers! We don't need any flowers! We're not women!" Dean shouts, very near a total meltdown. Cas pats his arm.
"Of course not, Dean," he says as he leads Dean towards Sam. "Just go and have a drink with your brother."
He watches as Dean stalks away, waiting until he's gone before dialing the florist once more. Those lilies won't order themselves.
Zoo Story
"C'mon, the zoo's gonna close."
"But Dean," Cas sighs, staring up and up. "They're so beautiful," he says as one giraffe begins to stare back.
Brothers Series
Overprotective
"Just what are your intentions towards him?" Sam asks sternly, one hand curled hard over his shoulder. "Because I won't let you hurt him."
Dean shrugs off Sam's touch.
"Seriously? Seriously! Get the hell away from me," he shouts because otherwise he'd have to grin.
Leave it to Sam to find a way to be a big brother after all.
Picnic
Dean looks up from his magazine and grins. "D'ya enjoy your fake brothers picnic?"
Cas nods happily and kisses Dean before disappearing into Bobby's library. Sam flops into the chair beside Dean and sighs.
"Well?" Dean asks, amused by the weariness in Sam's expression.
"He asks..so...so many questions," Sam breathes. "Hours and hours of questions."
Dean snorts.
"Please. Try raising a five year old you and tell me who asks a million questions."
Sam throws a book at him, but Dean just laughs. This is the sweetest revenge he's ever known.
The Precious
He moves with purpose into Dean's personal space. "Give it to me," he growls, soft and dangerous. Dean sighs and returns Cas' beanie baby.
Nightmare
Cas rolls over and murmurs something. Dean starts to ask him to repeat himself, but then he notices Cas' eyes are closed. He grins. A sleep talker, huh? He leans in closer to listen. A short breathy moan escapes Cas' lips, sending a heated shiver down Dean's body. And then Cas talks again.
"Sam," he pants and it's like being drenched in ice water. "Sam, please."
Dean's stomach churns. It can't be. He can't be losing this to Sam. Not Sam of all people. Cas curls into Dean's body.
"Sam," he says again. "Go away."
Dean starts and brushes a hand through Cas' hair. "Cas?"
He draws closer, arms and legs winding round Dean's body.
"Sam's here," he complains. "We can't copulate."
Dean snorts. Only Cas would say 'copulate' even in sleep.
"Sorry," he whispers, a bit ashamed of his panic. "I'll tell him to scram."
Cas relaxes. "Thank you. And tell him to take that flying squirrel with him."
Dean stares and wonders what exactly is going on in Cas' head.
Top Chef
"Holy crap, what is this?" Sam stares at the explosion of flour, batter and blueberries splattered across the walls and counters of his brother's kitchen. At the center of the mess is Castiel, face and hands smeared white. His eyes are wide and nervous.
"Dean likes pancakes."
Fake Birthday
They pick March 2nd because it sounds enough like Sam's that they figure Dean will remember it. It's all the normal stuff: cake, ice cream, candles, even the song. Cas doesn't get a lot of it, but he likes the fudge ice cream and Bailey's. It's only later, when he's alone with Cas that Dean sees a problem.
"Dude, how old are you?"
"As old as the air around you and the ground below you," says Cas who's a little drunk.
"In that case, we better get started," Dean says as he grabs Cas and slings him face first over his lap. "We got a ton of birthday spankings to get through."
Cas squirms a little, gets settled and sighs.
"Very well."
Dean grins. Cas' birthday is totally awesome.
Real Birthday
They wait anxiously for the new birth. A need has arisen and a new soldier is required. The light around them glows blinding bright and each of them senses the addition to their numbers, an increase of divine grace. Their new brother blinks and peers at them.
"What is your name, child?" they ask and the new angel unfurls his giant unused wings.
"Castiel," he says. "My Father called me Castiel."
A prayer of thanksgiving, a murmur of joy among the gathered crowd. Castiel stands to hear his purpose, eager to serve.
"You must save the righteous man from hell."
Castiel leaves the Heavens and dives towards his future.
Becky Series
The Discovery
She's waiting for him when he gets back from the liquor store, her hands filled with the typed pages he thought he'd hidden so well.
"And what is the meaning of this?" Becky screeches, tossing the papers on his living room table.
"Look, it's just for my own sanity," Chuck defends. "You don't know! You don't live in my head! If I have to go through one more conversation laden with UST..." he trails off as he realizes that he's started to actually talk like her.
"They give me a headache, Becky," he says weakly. "This might be the only way I get closure."
Becky narrows her eyes and stomps up to him.
"You better hope you writing this doesn't affect reality because while I'll admit that it's very well-written, it's just wrong. Dean belongs with Sam!"
Chuck lifts his hands in surrender. "No, yeah. Totally. Belongs. Sam. Yeah."
Becky huffs and walks away. Chuck picks up the pages, hoping she didn't get them out of order. He was just getting to the good part.
Taking Action
Later that night, Dean receives the following e-mail:
"Dear Dean, I'm writing to you about the angel. Chuck seems to be under the impression that you desire him. I can understand this. Angels must be very charming. I think it would be best for all involved if you just have sex with him. That way, you can get back to concentrating on what really matters: Sam. I know that you like to stray and I forgive you. Please consider my suggestions carefully.
All my love, Becky
P.S. Tell Sam I said hello and that I'm pulling for him! Team Sam FTW!"
Different Tracks
"I received a message today," Cas says.
"Let me guess," Dean grumbles. "Chuck's crazy ass girlfriend told you to fuck me out of my misery so I could go back to secretly pining for my own brother."
Cas frowns. "No, Bobby called me with information that could potentially help me find my Father." A pause. "You pine for Sam?"
Dean groans and lays his head on the table.
E-mailed by an Angel
The next week, Becky receives the following e-mail:
"Dear Rebecca,
I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord. I am writing to thank you for your attempts to interfere with Dean's life in order to encourage an incestuous union between Sam and he. Had you not done so, I would not have spent the last week engaging in my own union with Dean. I feel obligated to inform you that part of your plan has failed. I don't believe Dean will tire of our sexual relationship as you wished. However, I would not worry about Sam. Despite the yelling and cursing he spoke upon discovering Dean and I mid-coitus, I believe he approves of the relationship. I hope you aren't too disappointed.
Sincerely, Castiel
P.S. Dean says you aren't allowed to message him anymore. He seems adamant."
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Jimmy/Michael, two Sam/Castiel ones from when I was having a weird moment, one that might be interpreted as Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 5600+
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Tiny tiny fanfictions and SPOILERS UP TO 516
Summary: Too many for one summary. Supernatural characters doing things!
Author's Notes: Another batch of ficlets from my twitter. Some of these are more like drabbles and some of them are in series! :) Enjoy!
Guilty Pleasure
Cas quickly stuffs the wrapper under a newspaper when Dean walks into the room. Dean sighs. "Stop it, man. No one cares if you eat Devil's food."
Food Offense
"What's wrong?" Dean asks when Cas huffs and gives the menu an affronted look. Cas whips it around and stabs at a particular phrase. Dean lifts an eyebrow at him. "Don't worry. It's not real angel hair."
Protective Dad
"I found God."
Dean's heart leaps.
"Really?"
"He said to tell you it's okay as long as you bring me home by 12?" Cas says, obviously confused.
Kitty!Cas Series
Losing it
The cat stares up at Dean with bright inquisitive blue eyes.
"Heh, you remind me of someone," he says. The cat cocks his head and Dean gulps. "Cas?" he asks quietly, filled with dread.
"Yes?" Cas answers from behind him. Dean maintains till his dying day that he doesn't scream like a girl scout.
Now for Real
Of course it happened to Cas, the littlest angel who couldn't.
You better frickin' use the litter box," Dean threatens the tiny black kitten.
Punny
Dean picks the cat up and bounces him.
"Look, Sam, I gripped him tight and raised him from my pillow."
Sam sighs.
"I hate you right now."
Awkward
Dean wakes up to the strangest sensation. "Cas," he growls. "Please...please tell me you aren't kneading my ass."
Familiar Comforts
He can't sleep. What the hell, he thinks. Then Cas hops up on his chest and plops down, his purring vibrating through Dean's body. "Oh right," Dean says. He drifts off within minutes.
Dismay
"What's wrong?" Sam asks, alarmed by Dean's tense sadness.
"It's Cas," Dean says, holding up his tiny food bowl. "I think he ran away."
Another Change
Dean tries not to look at empty pillow or feel the abandoned space on his chest. He'll never get to sleep now.
"Dean?" He nearly falls out of the bed.
"Cas?" Dean nearly shouts.
Cas gives him a slight smile and smoothes down his wrinkled trench coat. "My Father returned me to my original state."
Dean punches him. "You scared me!"
He discovers that night that angel Cas purrs in sleep just as much as kitty Cas.
Different This Time
They always share everything. Absolutely everything. It isn't until Dean says 'not this time' that Sam really gets how much he loves Cas.
Fear
A tight embrace in trembling arms wakes Dean late one night. "Cas?" A crash of thunder and Cas burrows closer. "Cas...are you frightened of the weather?" Dean asks in shock. Cas just buries himself further, so Dean gathers him up. If fear is a product of his new humanity then Dean will just have to protect him.
The storm rages and Dean holds Cas close and safe.
Fun Misunderstanding
As Cas kneels down for third time that day, Dean almost corrects his understanding of 'threesome'. Then thinks, why mess with a good thing?
Practical Joke
"Just remember what we taught you," Uriel says, barely holding back a smile.
"Yes," Zachariah adds and he bites the inside of his cheek. “Humans like it when you stare."
"And stand very close," Uriel adds. Castiel nods earnestly and takes notes. "Always be blunt and make sure to threaten them. You got that?"
"Oh yes. Thank you, brothers."
A week later, Cas finds them and glares at them. "You are both very rude."
Cuddling
Cas rolls into Sam's space and borrows in. Sam chuckles and gathers him up.
"Are all angels this clingy?" Cas rubs his cheek against Sam's chest. "You won't need to find out," he declares.
Almost RPS
They'd told Dean the new guy would make an amazing Misha, that he'd be the perfect flippant counterpoint to Dean's more serious Jensen. But it wasn't until he met the guy, till he was captured by those curious blue eyes, that Dean decided maybe this Castiel would work out on the show after all.
Fantasy
When Dean asked Cas if he had any secret fantasies, he kinda thought they'd be sexier. But he had to admit, there was something nice about holding the angel's hand as they strolled down the street.
Hope Series
Retrieving Castiel
"What do you want?" Cas' voice is more than blank. Unlike his previous anger, he sounds dead and empty. Sam takes a deep breath and holds out the necklace.
"You need this."
Cas' eyes settle on it and Sam thinks he sees a spark of something unpleasant and dark. "I have no use for it."
Sam grabs Cas' arm before he can leave.
"Just hold on. You have no idea what this thing really means, do you? It's not about finding God. Maybe it never was. Dean gave this to you because you needed it," Sam says, fighting the urge to shake Cas so he'll understand. "He wouldn't even take the thing off to bathe, but he gave it to you because you needed it and he couldn't bear to see you in anymore pain."
Sam wraps Cas' hand around the necklace. "So maybe you didn't find God or whatever. But you found us. And now we need you too." He tries to smile. "It's not much of a Team Free Will without the nerdy sidekick...angel...person..."
And when Cas huffs a breathy laugh, obviously against his better judgment, Sam wonders if maybe he can fix this mess after all.
Three
They appear right beside Dean as he's reaching down to retrieve a soda from the machine. He'd have jumped and screamed if he weren't so used the zing of energy he feels right before Cas appears. Still, he wasn't expecting Sam nor was he expecting the way Sam was clutching Cas arm.
"The hell?"
Cas steps forward and pulls open his coat. "I'm wearing the necklace, Dean," he says in a solemn creepy voice.
"Um, okay did you also drink the Kool-aid?"
Sam huffs and Cas frowns.
"There were no beverages involved."
Sam pushes forward. "He's pledging allegiance to Team Free Will,' he says in an excitable tone.
Dean blinks. "Please don't tell me there's an actual pledge. Or a flag."
Sam grabs his arm. "Stop fooling around and listen. Cas knows what the necklace means now, but do you? You know why I gave it to you?"
''Cause Dad sucks?"
Another huff from Sam.
"No. Because it was never Dad. It was always you. You're my brother and I wanted you to have it. And that's why Lucifer fell and it's why we're going to win. Because that SOB didn't love Michael enough, but I love you enough. And we're going to fucking win this shit. We're going to blow the doors off of Heaven and charge the gates of Hell and we're going to fucking win." '
"I agree,' Cas adds when Dean can do nothing more than stare at his brother. His little brother who seems bigger and stronger than ever and not a drop of demon blood in sight.
"Okay," Dean says softly. "Okay then. Let's do it."
Roleplay
"Please don't make me do this," Chuck begs, but Becky is implacable. She points to the sofa and Chuck sighs. "Fine," he grumbles as he sits, knowing this is the only way he'll get any tonight.
He opens his arms.
"Let's not fight, Dean," he says through clenched teeth.
"Oh Sam!" Becky says as she leaps into his embrace. Chuck's pretty sure he's going to kill himself later.
A Sweet Sound
Dean's hands are trailing up Castiel's bare back when he hears a strained mewling noise coming from Cas' throat.
"Forgive me," Cas says just as a huge explosion fills Dean's ears and his vision momentarily blacks out. He shoves at what turns out to be big dark feathers.
"The hell?" Castiel's wings are now lying behind him, pouring down over the side of the bed like a shivery black waterfall. "Did you...?"
But then he pauses when he hears an odd noise. A high crystalline sound that makes Dean think of water and silver.
"Dude, are...are your wings making that noise?" Cas looks away, his face turning red.
"They...they play music," he confesses, obviously embarrassed. Dean grabs his chin and lifts his eyes.
"Yeah? Do they take requests?" He catches a glimpse of a pleased smile before Cas tackles him to the bed.
Castiel's Very Important List of Things to Remember
1. Dean is allergic to bee stings. Smiting the bees is not nearly as helpful as administering epinephrine.
2. Despite his attitude, Sam is afraid of how much he needs Dean's guidance and protection. Allow them plenty of time together.
3. 'Going to bed early' translates to sexual intercourse in Dean's mind.
4. After said intercourse, when Dean rolls away, you must draw him back. Be aggressive if necessary. He wants you to do so.
5. While drunk, Sam is much harder to deal with than Dean. Bring tissues and be prepared for hugging.
6. Emotionally, Dean is Sam's mother. This means you are his step-father. Do not fight in front of him. He will find it upsetting and annoying.
7. VERY IMPORTANT: Dean is ticklish on the back of his thighs.
8. Dean will continue to look at women. This does not mean he wishes to leave you. However, if you look at other humans, he will become jealous and clingy. Don't try to understand it.
9. Do not mention it when Dean tears up at emotional television commercials.
10. Re-read #9
11. However much you believe Dean needs to hear 'I love you', double it.
12. Don't forget that humans are supposed to make ridiculous expressions during sex.
13. While Dean enjoys your urgency, you must not attempt to initiate relations until you are certain Sam is out of the room.
Dean's List of Very Important Things to Remember
1. Cas was a virgin for thousands of years. It's like being 17 times a million. It does not make you less of a man if you get worn out.
2. Just because he is not actively glaring or crying or otherwise emotional does not mean that Cas is not pissed at you.
3. When you see Sam and Cas together, don't assume they are plotting against you. It annoys them and will lead to actual plotting.
4. Cas doesn't like apple pie. Cas will never like apple pie. Try to accept this and move on.
5. Cas finds random humans interesting. He doesn't want to have sex with them. You have to stop hitting these people.
6. Don't be jealous of Sam and Cas' friendship. Think of it as God rewarding you by sending a stand-in for Sam's boring-ass conversations.
7. Just eat the damn food. Yes, he can't cook. Remember, we've decided to find it endearing.
8. Always remember: no matter what you say or do in the bedroom, Cas ain't telling.
9. Cas doesn't find it humorous when you joke about loving the Impala more than him. Seriously, stop it.
10.Don't touch his back in public. Yes, it's weirdly hot that he's got invisible erogenous zones hanging from his back, but it embarrasses him.
11. If you ever feel bad about Cas not being very jealous of other humans, just remember how he acted the last time you were in the same room with Michael.
12. Don't you dare fuck this up.
Be Careful
"Dean, no!" Cas scrambles towards him before Dean can lay down his head.
"What the hell?"
Reaching under the pillow, Cas draws out a fat brown hamster. "You almost crushed Nimrod."
"You're a nimrod," Dean grumbles under his breath as Cas croons to the tiny furball in his hands.
Bedtime
He begs for another story and then another. Time passes and when Dean gets up to look, he finds Cas fast asleep, their son snoring on his chest.
Sharing Series
First Meeting
Jimmy stays on the other side of the room. "Where's Castiel?" he asks the figure standing across the way. It looks like Dean, but Jimmy knows better. Dean never looked at him like that. Like he was a fascinating object.
"He had business elsewhere," the not!Dean says.
"Who are you?" Jimmy asks, now afraid.
"I am Michael."
"As in...the archangel?" The angel nods and Jimmy feels himself growing faint.
This could be bad.
Curiosity
Cas glares at Michael. He tries not to feel uncomfortable, knows that his brother and Dean agreed to this arrangement, but it's difficult to feel at ease with Dean looking this way. His lax posture belying the immeasurable power shining in ancient knowing eyes.
"I would like to speak with Dean, please," Cas says stiffly.
"Of course, but I was hoping..." Michael trails off and Cas realizes with a jolt of surprise that Michael is hesitating. Dean's cheeks flush light red. "I was hoping we could talk."
"About what?"
Michael's eyes stare down at his or rather at Dean's hands.
"Jimmy," he says softly. Cas stares. He can't possibly mean...but then, Cas has seen that expression before.
"Brother," he says, unsure whether he should be amused or exasperated. "You are no longer allowed to lecture me about resisting the humans."
Development
Michael watches as Jimmy slowly regains consciousness. "Wha...Dean?" he slurs. At Michael's quiet negation, Jimmy becomes more alert and more shy. "Oh. Um, hello, Michael," he says quietly and Michael's borrowed heart aches within Dean's chest.
Future
"No way," Dean argues to the angel in his head. "You had Jimmy last night. It's me and Cas' turn."
Michael sighs. Dean can be so stubborn.
Discipline
Cas' patience eventually ran out.
"What are you doing?" Dean yelped as Cas hauled him over his knee.
"You're being childish and I know this is how humans deal with children," Cas explained.
"You gotta be kidding-" His voice broke as pain rocketed through him.
Nope, not kidding at all.
Reality Bites
"Dean, we must never marry," Cas says in quiet horror, his eyes glued to the episode of Bridezilla playing on the screen.
Sleep Series
Cold
Cas waits on a cold silent street for Dean to wake and not for the first time, wishes he could wait in the warmth of Dean's bed instead.
Warmth
It's in middle of a vague dream of a wide empty field that Dean awakens to a sudden warm presence at his back.
"The hell?" he slurs. He wonders why he's not more freaked, but then he smells that odd scent of ocean and strawberries Cas exudes. "Cas?"
"Hush, Dean," Cas rumbles against Dean's ear as he gathers Dean against his chest. "I'm cold."
He's so comfortable and Cas sounds so reasonable. Dean sleeps.
Acceptance
The bed is a freaking oven when Dean wakes the next morning. He lies quietly and tries to remember why. A snuffling sound and possessive tug around his waist reminds him. Dean flips over, embarrassed and ready to scold Cas for invading his bed. The sleepy peaceful expression on Cas' face stops him.
"Hello, Dean," and now it's Cas' voice slurred by sleep and comfort. Dean sags against him.
"Hey, Cas," he whispers.
More Comfortable
Dean touches the collar of Cas' coat. "You coulda taken your coat off."
Cas' eyes widen. "You wish for me to remove clothing?"
Dean squirms. "I just meant you'd be more comfortable," Dean stammers. Cas stands, leaving Dean cold and annoyed by how much he disliked losing Cas body heat. The coat slips off and then Cas is back.
"Hmm. This is better," Cas says. "Would it continue to improve if I continue to remove clothing?"
Dean opens and closes his mouth. "Yeah," he finally croaks.
Cas stands and takes off his jacket. He slips back into the bed and slides his arms, now much warmer that his skin's separated from Dean's by only a thin shirt, round Dean's waist.
"I like this," Cas says.
Even More Comfortable
Dean watches silently as Cas tugs off his pants and crawls in the bed yet again, amused by this excruciatingly slow strip tease. Cas' pushes a leg between Dean's thighs.
"You should take your socks off," Dean grunts to distract himself. Cas obeys without getting up shoving hands under the blanket and grazing fingers along Dean's hips to find his socks. A moment later, Cas' lips part.
"Oh," he says and stretches his legs. "This is very pleasant."
Dean can barely speak because Cas' motion pushes their hips together.
"Yeah," he finally growls.
Inevitable
Dean's eyes fall onto the collar of Cas' white undershirt. "Here," he says suddenly and slides a hand along Cas' stomach, under the shirt. "You don't need this," he says without pausing to think.
Cas' eyes widen once again, but he stays quiet and sits up, helping Dean tug the shirt over his head, making Cas' hair messier than ever. He watches Dean toss the shirt away and then snuggles back under the blanket eager to discover how it feels now.
"It's better with your arms," Cas decides.
He grabs Dean and pulls him under the blankets with him.
Puppies
"Who are you?" Dean barks.
"I'm the one who grabbed your leash and raised you from Perdition."
It just figured a retriever would be the one to save him from the pound.
Loss
Dean liked teaching Cas about human things, but it didn't take long to realize; it's all fun and games until someone loses a halo.
Name
After the fourth time Dean introduced Castiel as his 'ange-aah-boy-uhhh-Cas', Castiel started taking over the introductions.
Sweet Series
Chocolate
When Sam accidentally discovers that chocolate makes angels horny, he suddenly gets why Dean was so excited about their hunt in Hershey, PA.
Prank
Dean comes back from the bathroom to find Cas vibrating in his chair.
"Dude." He glares at Sam. "Did you give him chocolate?" Sam shrugs.
Cas stares up him with wild eyes and Dean sighs.
"We're going back to the motel. Give us..." He eyes Cas. "Two hours."
Koosh
It wasn't until Dean saw Castiel's reaction to koosh balls that he understood true humor.
Introduction
Dean hurls a red-hot knife at Cas.
"Hope you weren't planning on leaving, Angel," he snarls.
Cas smiles.
"I'll stay as long as it takes."
Illogical
Dean pulls Cas up into an awkward hug, mindful of his likely broken ribs.
"You idiot," he whispers. "I swear to God, if you die, I'll kill you. D'you hear me?"
Cas' eyebrows draw together.
"That doesn't make sense," he starts, but Dean shuts him up with a kiss.
Search
Cas' search through hell takes a terrifying turn when he loses his map.
"Excuse me, sir," he timidly asks a nearby demon. "Have you seen a righteous man?"
The demon points.
"Third door on your left."
Cas breathes a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
Taking Chances Series
Losing Him
It starts with glances. Occasional warm smiles and friendly exchanges that grow into late nights spent discussing ancient texts and esoteric history. Before long, Dean forgets what it was like before Sam and Castiel were friends. Before they shared and cared and all that crap Dean always thought he hated and hadn’t realized how much he missed. And then he overhears Cas confessing to Sam his fear of falling. A confession that should have belonged to Dean and when he slams the door to get their attention, there’s guilt on Sam’s face.
"Why’d you talk to him about it?" Dean demands after Sam stammers an excuse and leaves. Cas won’t look at him. Dean charges forward and grabs Cas’ shoulders, spinning him around, gets in his face. "Why?" he barks.
"Because Sam doesn’t hurt me," Cas says, quiet and defeated. When he disappears, Dean feels like he’s lost more than just the angel’s company.
Fixing It
"You should talk to him," Sam says.
"To ease his discomfort? Maybe I don’t wish to do that," Cas says savagely, but they both know he doesn’t mean it.
"Look, I get it." Sam sighs and gives Cas a wry smile. "He’s my brother and I love him, but he can be a jerk. But the only reason he pushes you away is because he’s afraid of what will happen if you get closer."
Cas studies his hands and wishes very hard he wasn’t burning to question Sam.
"What will happen?" he is finally unable to resist asking.
"He’ll need you," Sam says. "And he thinks you’ll die or leave him and then he’ll be devastated."
Cas turns this over in his mind in fascination. Dean is afraid of losing Cas, so he causes himself to lose Castiel in advance?
"Dean isn’t very bright," Cas says finds the insult helps relieve some of his anger. To his surprise, Sam grins.
"Not at this stuff. So are you going to talk to him?" Cas ponders a little longer before answering.
"No. But if Dean wishes to talk to me, then...perhaps I’ll listen,” he says and then disappears before Sam can respond.
A Warning
Late one night while they share a beer Sam says, "It was me this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Dean thinks of little else for days.
Taking a Chance
Five days later, Dean dials Cas' number.
"Why are you calling me?" Cas asks suspiciously.
"Dunno," Dean says. "Haven't talked to you in awhile." A pause. "How ya been?"
As Cas first hesitantly, then happily talks about his week, Dean smiles and listens.
Disbelief
"We need you to save a human from hell."
Castiel's mouth drops open.
"You must be joking," he exclaims. "There's no such thing as humans!"
Playing
Dean sculpts Cas' hair into two soapy points.
"Look, man, you got horns now."
Cas sighs.
"Very clever, Dean."
Together Again
Cas waits for Dean at the gates.
"How was it?"
Dean leans into Cas' embrace.
"Not bad. Long." Leaning harder. "Lonely."
Wings wrap around his shoulders and Dean smiles against Cas' shoulder. He's alone no longer.
Oops
Going to sleep. Love you Dean types, almost asleep, and presses send.
He winces when Sam's phone buzzes and his brother snorts.
"Aw, thanks I love you too, Dean."
"Shut up, douchebag," he growls as he sends the message again, this time making sure the name he picks is 'Cas'.
Keen Learner
"Our next lesson," Anael says, "is resisting temptation."
Castiel nods eagerly. He can't wait to earn that pretty golden halo.
Massage
Dean never really cared about massages one way or another. Until Cas reached over one night while calmly reading a book and eased Dean's tense neck muscles with the tips of his ginormous black wings. It was only moments before Dean puddled into Cas' lap, boneless and incoherent with bliss.
"If I'd known my wings held the secret to your silence, I'd have done this long ago," Cas says.
His only answer was a moan to the crotch, so really everyone was a winner.
Characters
They wait impatiently to play their parts.
"I enjoy her stories," Cas says. Dean grins.
"Ya, 'cause you guys get laid a lot," Sam pouts.
Annoyed Series
Fucking Computers
Sam pushes an angry Cas towards Dean. If Cas needs to take his frustrations out on something, Sam'd rather it be his brother than his laptop.
Dean's a Winner
"What brought that on?" Dean asks, his cheek on Cas' bare stomach. "I don't like computers," Cas growls. Dean grins. Technology rocks.
March Madness
"I must pick a team?" Cas stares at the bracket. Dean nods.
"I chose Houston."
Dean sighs and says, "You really like long shots, don't you?"
April Fool's
"It's just an excuse to mess with people," Dean says. Judging by the unimpressed look on Castiel's face, he's not really following the whole April Fool's explanation.
"You 'mess with' Sam all the time. Are you not supposed to wait for the holiday?"
Dean snorts.
"Hell, no. Okay, maybe it's more for everyone. Even people that don't normally prank."
Understanding lights in Castiel's eyes.
"Oh I see. So it would be my opportunity to play a joke."
Dean nods and then grins. "What kind of joke would you play?"
"I wish to play a joke on Sam,' Cas decides.
Cas refuses to tell Dean ahead of time what he is going to do, but later that day, as they sit together at a diner, Cas gives Dean an oddly meaningful look that tells Dean he's about to start his joke. Dean tries not to be too obvious as he sits up and pays attentions.
"Sam," Cas begins. "There has been a turn in my emotional development that I feel I must inform you about."
Sam frowns, but ever the sensitive girly type, he nods. "What is it, Cas?"
Cas reaches out and touches Sam's hand.
"Dean taught me the meaning of friendly love, but it is you, Sam, that has finally helped me understand romantic love. I believe I've fallen in love with you."
It takes every ounce of will power Dean possesses not to explode with laughter right then and there. Cas' voice couldn't be more droll and deadpan despite his sickening sweet words. Sam's eyes widen and his lips part and he looks between Dean and Castiel as if searching for answers.
"D'you...are you...seriously?"
Cas nods solemnly. "Yes, Sam. I think about you all the time. Please tell me you feel the same way."
Dean bites the inside of his mouth and leans forward, ready to let Sam off the hook when Sam's hand suddenly turns and squeezes Castiel's.
"Cas...I...you have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."
Dean's mouth open and then closes. Wait, what? Cas' head cocks to the side.
"Truly?"
Sam nods, eyes now shining with joy.
The hell? Dean's stomach clenches into knots. This is not good. This is so not good.
"Yeah, I mean...it's kinda weird you telling me with Dean here, but I think I get it."
Castiel makes a humming sound. "Odd. I was only saying it as a prank because I never believed you could feel the same way."
That's the last straw. Dean snatches Cas' hand away from Sam's and glares at them both.
"Have you lost your minds? What the hell, man? Are you freaking serious?"
Cas looks down at his hand in Dean's and then back up to Dean's face.
"Indeed not. I believe I'm meant to say 'April Fool's' now?" he says as Sam dissolves into laughter.
Shopping
The angel walks down the line of humans till he finds a handsome young man whose name tag reads Jimmy.
"I'll use this one," he decides.
No Substitute
It's only after Cas flees Sam's room, wiping at his lips, that he understands a person's brother may not actually be the next best thing.
Bridezilla
"No. Absolutely not. We don't need this many flowers! We don't need any flowers! We're not women!" Dean shouts, very near a total meltdown. Cas pats his arm.
"Of course not, Dean," he says as he leads Dean towards Sam. "Just go and have a drink with your brother."
He watches as Dean stalks away, waiting until he's gone before dialing the florist once more. Those lilies won't order themselves.
Zoo Story
"C'mon, the zoo's gonna close."
"But Dean," Cas sighs, staring up and up. "They're so beautiful," he says as one giraffe begins to stare back.
Brothers Series
Overprotective
"Just what are your intentions towards him?" Sam asks sternly, one hand curled hard over his shoulder. "Because I won't let you hurt him."
Dean shrugs off Sam's touch.
"Seriously? Seriously! Get the hell away from me," he shouts because otherwise he'd have to grin.
Leave it to Sam to find a way to be a big brother after all.
Picnic
Dean looks up from his magazine and grins. "D'ya enjoy your fake brothers picnic?"
Cas nods happily and kisses Dean before disappearing into Bobby's library. Sam flops into the chair beside Dean and sighs.
"Well?" Dean asks, amused by the weariness in Sam's expression.
"He asks..so...so many questions," Sam breathes. "Hours and hours of questions."
Dean snorts.
"Please. Try raising a five year old you and tell me who asks a million questions."
Sam throws a book at him, but Dean just laughs. This is the sweetest revenge he's ever known.
The Precious
He moves with purpose into Dean's personal space. "Give it to me," he growls, soft and dangerous. Dean sighs and returns Cas' beanie baby.
Nightmare
Cas rolls over and murmurs something. Dean starts to ask him to repeat himself, but then he notices Cas' eyes are closed. He grins. A sleep talker, huh? He leans in closer to listen. A short breathy moan escapes Cas' lips, sending a heated shiver down Dean's body. And then Cas talks again.
"Sam," he pants and it's like being drenched in ice water. "Sam, please."
Dean's stomach churns. It can't be. He can't be losing this to Sam. Not Sam of all people. Cas curls into Dean's body.
"Sam," he says again. "Go away."
Dean starts and brushes a hand through Cas' hair. "Cas?"
He draws closer, arms and legs winding round Dean's body.
"Sam's here," he complains. "We can't copulate."
Dean snorts. Only Cas would say 'copulate' even in sleep.
"Sorry," he whispers, a bit ashamed of his panic. "I'll tell him to scram."
Cas relaxes. "Thank you. And tell him to take that flying squirrel with him."
Dean stares and wonders what exactly is going on in Cas' head.
Top Chef
"Holy crap, what is this?" Sam stares at the explosion of flour, batter and blueberries splattered across the walls and counters of his brother's kitchen. At the center of the mess is Castiel, face and hands smeared white. His eyes are wide and nervous.
"Dean likes pancakes."
Fake Birthday
They pick March 2nd because it sounds enough like Sam's that they figure Dean will remember it. It's all the normal stuff: cake, ice cream, candles, even the song. Cas doesn't get a lot of it, but he likes the fudge ice cream and Bailey's. It's only later, when he's alone with Cas that Dean sees a problem.
"Dude, how old are you?"
"As old as the air around you and the ground below you," says Cas who's a little drunk.
"In that case, we better get started," Dean says as he grabs Cas and slings him face first over his lap. "We got a ton of birthday spankings to get through."
Cas squirms a little, gets settled and sighs.
"Very well."
Dean grins. Cas' birthday is totally awesome.
Real Birthday
They wait anxiously for the new birth. A need has arisen and a new soldier is required. The light around them glows blinding bright and each of them senses the addition to their numbers, an increase of divine grace. Their new brother blinks and peers at them.
"What is your name, child?" they ask and the new angel unfurls his giant unused wings.
"Castiel," he says. "My Father called me Castiel."
A prayer of thanksgiving, a murmur of joy among the gathered crowd. Castiel stands to hear his purpose, eager to serve.
"You must save the righteous man from hell."
Castiel leaves the Heavens and dives towards his future.
Becky Series
The Discovery
She's waiting for him when he gets back from the liquor store, her hands filled with the typed pages he thought he'd hidden so well.
"And what is the meaning of this?" Becky screeches, tossing the papers on his living room table.
"Look, it's just for my own sanity," Chuck defends. "You don't know! You don't live in my head! If I have to go through one more conversation laden with UST..." he trails off as he realizes that he's started to actually talk like her.
"They give me a headache, Becky," he says weakly. "This might be the only way I get closure."
Becky narrows her eyes and stomps up to him.
"You better hope you writing this doesn't affect reality because while I'll admit that it's very well-written, it's just wrong. Dean belongs with Sam!"
Chuck lifts his hands in surrender. "No, yeah. Totally. Belongs. Sam. Yeah."
Becky huffs and walks away. Chuck picks up the pages, hoping she didn't get them out of order. He was just getting to the good part.
Taking Action
Later that night, Dean receives the following e-mail:
"Dear Dean, I'm writing to you about the angel. Chuck seems to be under the impression that you desire him. I can understand this. Angels must be very charming. I think it would be best for all involved if you just have sex with him. That way, you can get back to concentrating on what really matters: Sam. I know that you like to stray and I forgive you. Please consider my suggestions carefully.
All my love, Becky
P.S. Tell Sam I said hello and that I'm pulling for him! Team Sam FTW!"
Different Tracks
"I received a message today," Cas says.
"Let me guess," Dean grumbles. "Chuck's crazy ass girlfriend told you to fuck me out of my misery so I could go back to secretly pining for my own brother."
Cas frowns. "No, Bobby called me with information that could potentially help me find my Father." A pause. "You pine for Sam?"
Dean groans and lays his head on the table.
E-mailed by an Angel
The next week, Becky receives the following e-mail:
"Dear Rebecca,
I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord. I am writing to thank you for your attempts to interfere with Dean's life in order to encourage an incestuous union between Sam and he. Had you not done so, I would not have spent the last week engaging in my own union with Dean. I feel obligated to inform you that part of your plan has failed. I don't believe Dean will tire of our sexual relationship as you wished. However, I would not worry about Sam. Despite the yelling and cursing he spoke upon discovering Dean and I mid-coitus, I believe he approves of the relationship. I hope you aren't too disappointed.
Sincerely, Castiel
P.S. Dean says you aren't allowed to message him anymore. He seems adamant."
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