Be Still My Hyperactive And Horribly Tachacardic Heart
I saw my new family doctor last tuesday and he actually said the words "heart surgery" when talking about possible solutions to one of the possible explanations to my issue. When the echocardiogram gets in we'll see if I have a structural abnormality or an electrical malfunction.
I guess we'll see what happens.
Happier things!!! My 'horrible pick-up line' inspired ficlet!!
“Just sit here for like one hour okay?” Sam is visibly shaking from the restraint he’s exercising in not punch Dean in the mouth.
“Sam,” he sighs.
“NO!” Sam snaps in an octave that’s... unsuitably high. “Dean. I need to have some space every now and then. Just... stay here? Please?!”
Dean huffs and crosses his arms as he watches Sam spin out of the room with his bags hanging of his arms and his laptop clutched against his chest. The door slams and silence drifts down like a gentle midnight snowfall.
“That wasn’t very brotherly.” Dean doesn’t even jump anymore when Castiel’s voice comes from nowhere. He turns his head a fraction and sees Cas leaning against the wall beside the bed Dean’s sitting on.
“That makes sense considering today apparently he’s my sister.” Castiel snorts out a laugh. Neither of them speaks for a moment and Dean’s slightly inebriated mind takes in Castiel’s form against the wall. Not his form... his body. His head falls into a tilt only brought to his attention from Cas’s confused furrow.
“Are you ill?”
“I’m aching if that counts.” Sleazy smirk intro.
“Did you injure yourself during a battle?”
“No, Cas. But aren’t you hurt?” Dean’s smile takes a backseat and it’s all faux concern on his face. Castiel frowns, confused.
“What lasiration could I have sustained?” The return of Dean’s sleazy smirk.
“I mean when you fell from heaven.” Sleaze accompanied by tasteless lust.
Utter confusion. “I didn’t fall from Heaven. I’m still an angel in very high standing. To fall from Heaven is to lose one’s grace and I shall never commit such a horrific crime.”
Dean hangs his head with a sigh. Who knew angels were IQ-less hunks of ass you’d give anything to bite?
“That’s not really what I meant.” Cas’s confusion obviously grows exponentially.
“I am not following you.”
“I was hitting on you.”
Pause. “You weren’t hitting me.”
“You needa spend more time on solid terra firma. Hitting on you, as in letting you subtly know that I’m interested in tapping your fi- fuck-having intercourse with you.” Infomercial smile, still sleazy but more salesman innocent sleaze. Clean sleaze if you will.
“You want to have sex with me?” Cas’s eyes go saucer wide.
“Do you need a diagram of that too?”
“I feel like I should be offended by such comments of sin.”
“...But...?”
“There is no but!”
“I know there is. I’ve checked it out. It’s nice.”
“What?”
“In fact, it’s so nice I want to grab it,” Dean mimes grabbing hold of Cas’s ass, “and taking a chunk out of it.” He bites the air ass in his hands. “Or maybe get in it.”
Blank stare from Castiel, stuck on “say what now?”
“So do you want to get naked? Taint that virtue a bit?” Dean winks through the layers of slime that must be clogging up his tear ducts.
“While I’m sure you’re a decent sexual partner to the woman you bed, I don’t feel it would be appropriate.”
Dean shrugs and smirks. “Your loss.” He stands and stretches, raises his arms above his head so his lower back slips into view for Castiel. “And I’m more than decent.” His smirk widens as he throws that over his shoulder.
With a fake yawn he makes a show of unbuttoning his top shirt. He watches Cas’s Adam’s apple dip as he swallows, tracking Dean’s fingers. Shrugging that shirt to the floor he slips his finger tips under his bottom shirt and slowly slides it up his torso.
Cas stands up straight and takes a sloppy step forward.
“You have a diagram?” Dean smirks yet again.
“No but I have a few oral lessons.”