Bored. Mini-fic time!
I'm bored and frustrated and want to feel like I'm actually doing something useful. So you should leave me prompts for mini-fics. Anything involving at least one member of Team Free Will.
Ficlets underneath the cuts.
“This is stupid,” Dean said, kicking a rock. It skittered across the ground and nearly hit a nearby squirrel, who shot them a dirty look.
“The rock is stupid?” Cas asked, squeezing Dean’s hand a bit. Dean pretended not to notice. Technically, they were holding hands as they walked, but as long as he kept his fingers carefully limp in Cas’ grasp, he figured it didn’t much count.
“No, this whole walk in the park thing!” Dean said, pulling his hand out of Cas’ to gesture at all the green grass, blue sky and leafy trees he had been subjected to. “It’s so pointless.”
“I don’t think there’s meant to be a point, Dean,” Cas explained, like a hard-done-by kindergarten teacher. “We’re just enjoying our time together as a couple.” He caught hold of Dean’s hand again.
Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you feel like you need to constantly say shit like that.”
“We are stopping in this town for exactly forty-five minutes, while Sam fills up the gas tank and checks his e-mail at the library,” Cas said. “We will never come back here again. No one will remember you’re my… boyfriend.” He said the word with caution, like it might set Dean off somehow.
Dean huffed, and kicked another stone lying in their path. “It’s not that. I don’t care who knows. I just think this is a waste of time.”
Cas stopped dead, and dropped Dean’s hand. His tone changed to bureaucratic formality, and the sun disappeared behind a cloud like it was hiding. “If you think being with me is a waste of time you need only have said so, Dean. You’re not obligated to me.”
“Oh cut the crap,” Dean snapped. “I didn’t mean you, you paranoid freak. I meant the park.”
Cas tilted his head to one side. “The park is a waste of time?”
“Yes! When we should be hunting monsters or saving people or preventing another Apocalypse. Of course I want to spend time with you or whatever, I just think we should also be doing something productive.”
Cas started walking again. “So you’d rather we spent our dates killing vampires and reading ancient texts?”
“Yes!”
“Dean,” Cas said, giving him a withering look. “You realize that’s exactly what we have been doing. For years.”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well maybe I like things how they are. Sam says I don’t cope well with change.”
Cas snorted. “And that thing we did last night? That was new. And it had no impact on the war whatsoever.”
“Sex is always productive,” Dean said, with absolutely certainty. “Strolls through the park are not.”
“If you insist,” Cas finally agreed, “I guess we can go back to the library and find Sam.”
They were nearly at the wrought-iron gate marking the park’s exit when they heard the soft, pitiful sound above them. Dean craned his head back immediately, like he’d heard a siren’s song.
Between the leaves of the oak tree towering over them there were flashes of orange fur, and then a tiny white furred face with sad black eyes.
“Oh no,” Cas said, “that kitten appears to be stuck up the tree.”
Twenty minutes later Dean was back on solid ground, mewling kitten tucked safely in his jacket. There were leaves in his hair and a wasp had stung him on the wrist and made him curse, but he was grinning ear to ear.
“You okay, little guy?” he said to the kitten. “How did you even get up there all by yourself?” The kitten did not answer, in favour of batting at Dean’s fingers instead.
Sam joined them five minutes later, while Dean and the kitten were engaged in a fierce battle over a dandelion Dean ha pulled from the grass. Sam gaped.
“Hey Sam,” Dean said, voice suddenly a full octave lower than it had been before his brother arrived. “This cat was stuck in a tree. I rescued it.”
“Good job,” Sam said, still staring.
“We’d better find an animal shelter or something, though. Obviously it’s too young to be out in the wild.”
“Right,” Sam agreed. “That’s the responsible choice.” Dean nodded, tucked the kitten back in his jacket, and strode purposefully toward the car, where Sam had left the keys in the ignition.
Sam caught Cas by the arm as he moved to follow. “You put that kitten in the tree,” he said, accusingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cas answered. “Dean is simply a natural-born hero. He is drawn to those in need. Besides, that would be a completely frivolous use of my powers.”
Cas quickened his pace to catch up with Dean, catching hold of the hand not currently being used to cradle a small, delighted kitten. Sam saw him brush his fingers along Dean’s wrist, where the angry red welt of the wasp sting immediately disappeared.
Sam smiled. Maybe a little frivolity would do them both good.
Ficlets underneath the cuts.
“This is stupid,” Dean said, kicking a rock. It skittered across the ground and nearly hit a nearby squirrel, who shot them a dirty look.
“The rock is stupid?” Cas asked, squeezing Dean’s hand a bit. Dean pretended not to notice. Technically, they were holding hands as they walked, but as long as he kept his fingers carefully limp in Cas’ grasp, he figured it didn’t much count.
“No, this whole walk in the park thing!” Dean said, pulling his hand out of Cas’ to gesture at all the green grass, blue sky and leafy trees he had been subjected to. “It’s so pointless.”
“I don’t think there’s meant to be a point, Dean,” Cas explained, like a hard-done-by kindergarten teacher. “We’re just enjoying our time together as a couple.” He caught hold of Dean’s hand again.
Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you feel like you need to constantly say shit like that.”
“We are stopping in this town for exactly forty-five minutes, while Sam fills up the gas tank and checks his e-mail at the library,” Cas said. “We will never come back here again. No one will remember you’re my… boyfriend.” He said the word with caution, like it might set Dean off somehow.
Dean huffed, and kicked another stone lying in their path. “It’s not that. I don’t care who knows. I just think this is a waste of time.”
Cas stopped dead, and dropped Dean’s hand. His tone changed to bureaucratic formality, and the sun disappeared behind a cloud like it was hiding. “If you think being with me is a waste of time you need only have said so, Dean. You’re not obligated to me.”
“Oh cut the crap,” Dean snapped. “I didn’t mean you, you paranoid freak. I meant the park.”
Cas tilted his head to one side. “The park is a waste of time?”
“Yes! When we should be hunting monsters or saving people or preventing another Apocalypse. Of course I want to spend time with you or whatever, I just think we should also be doing something productive.”
Cas started walking again. “So you’d rather we spent our dates killing vampires and reading ancient texts?”
“Yes!”
“Dean,” Cas said, giving him a withering look. “You realize that’s exactly what we have been doing. For years.”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well maybe I like things how they are. Sam says I don’t cope well with change.”
Cas snorted. “And that thing we did last night? That was new. And it had no impact on the war whatsoever.”
“Sex is always productive,” Dean said, with absolutely certainty. “Strolls through the park are not.”
“If you insist,” Cas finally agreed, “I guess we can go back to the library and find Sam.”
They were nearly at the wrought-iron gate marking the park’s exit when they heard the soft, pitiful sound above them. Dean craned his head back immediately, like he’d heard a siren’s song.
Between the leaves of the oak tree towering over them there were flashes of orange fur, and then a tiny white furred face with sad black eyes.
“Oh no,” Cas said, “that kitten appears to be stuck up the tree.”
Twenty minutes later Dean was back on solid ground, mewling kitten tucked safely in his jacket. There were leaves in his hair and a wasp had stung him on the wrist and made him curse, but he was grinning ear to ear.
“You okay, little guy?” he said to the kitten. “How did you even get up there all by yourself?” The kitten did not answer, in favour of batting at Dean’s fingers instead.
Sam joined them five minutes later, while Dean and the kitten were engaged in a fierce battle over a dandelion Dean ha pulled from the grass. Sam gaped.
“Hey Sam,” Dean said, voice suddenly a full octave lower than it had been before his brother arrived. “This cat was stuck in a tree. I rescued it.”
“Good job,” Sam said, still staring.
“We’d better find an animal shelter or something, though. Obviously it’s too young to be out in the wild.”
“Right,” Sam agreed. “That’s the responsible choice.” Dean nodded, tucked the kitten back in his jacket, and strode purposefully toward the car, where Sam had left the keys in the ignition.
Sam caught Cas by the arm as he moved to follow. “You put that kitten in the tree,” he said, accusingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cas answered. “Dean is simply a natural-born hero. He is drawn to those in need. Besides, that would be a completely frivolous use of my powers.”
Cas quickened his pace to catch up with Dean, catching hold of the hand not currently being used to cradle a small, delighted kitten. Sam saw him brush his fingers along Dean’s wrist, where the angry red welt of the wasp sting immediately disappeared.
Sam smiled. Maybe a little frivolity would do them both good.