Thursday: Sweet
This Saturday is Sweetest Day, so in celebration (even if it is a Hallmark Holiday) the theme today is Sweet. The prompts can be the fluffiest, shmoopiest fic ideas you can think of, include a literal sweet, or even be about the holiday. You decide.
The Rules:
The Rules:
- Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has ( Read more... )
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"Here."
Castiel looks up from his place at the table.
"I don't understand."
Dean rolls his eyes and lifts the lid off the container he’s placed in front of Cas.
“It’s pie. You eat it.”
“I told him it was stupid,” Sam says, flopping down on the cheap motel bed, “He didn’t listen.”
“I find that he rarely does,” Castiel replies, his gaze flitting to Sam for a moment before settling back on the pastry in front of him.
“Don’t be a dick,” Dean says, taking the seat across from him, “It’s good, try it.”
Castiel stares at him silently, his shockingly blue eyes somehow even brighter with the hesitation in them.
“Cas,” Dean says, “I know we aren’t… I mean we don’t have the best… damn it, I’m not gonna try and poison an angel with pie!”
“It does smell appetizing,” Cas says, leaning forward to give it another sniff.
Dean’s grin is nothing short of debauched as he hands Cas a fork.
“It tastes even better, go on.”
Cas is still staring at Dean as he takes the first bite, licking his lips as he swallows.
“Apple,” he says, “It tastes of apple and cinnamon.”
“That’s because it’s apple pie,” Dean says, “Why is this so difficult?”
“There is no need for food in Heaven.”
Dean’s teasing grin freezes on his face as he processes what Castiel said. He spares a glance to Sam, but his brother is already fast asleep.
“Cas,” he says, “You’ll get back there. When this is all over, you’ll…”
“When this is over,” Castiel says, in a voice so somber that it breaks Dean’s heart just a little more, “There may not be a Heaven to go back to.”
“I don’t…” Dean trails off again.
Cas’ gaze bores into him and Dean feels lost, not for the first time.
“This war affects more than your world, Dean. More than humankind. My father is missing, and everything I’ve learned and known to be true is crumbling around me. Can you even comprehend what that’s like?”
Dean says nothing for a moment and then slowly reaches out and removes the fork from the death-grip Cas holds it in. He places it on the table before looking up again, letting Cas see him, really see him, every emotion that he buries in his day to day life.
“I wish I could say I didn’t,” he replies, “But damn it, Cas, I do understand. Me and Sammy? We understand way too well. “
“I see,” Cas says, but his tone is off.
Dean sighs.
“There’s a lot of fucked up shit in this world, Cas. And I’m just talking about the humans. People are… well, people suck. But for some reason, we still want to save them. Even when they suck.”
“Eloquent,” Cas says, and Dean can swear he hears a smirk in his voice.
“Shut up and eat your pie,” Dean replies, effectively ending the conversation.
“It is good,” Cas admits, after swallowing another bite.
Dean grins.
“Exactly. The world is shit, Heaven might implode, and people are assholes. But pie? Pie is always good.”
“Thank you, then,” Cas says, nodding slightly.
Dean shrugs. “It’s nothing. Hell, you’re stuck with us now, might as well enjoy what you can. Until you go back to Heaven, anyway.”
“And what if I can’t go back? What if there is nothing left to go back to?”
Dean shrugs again and offers a small smile.
“Then you’ll stay with us. For as long as you want.”
Castiel says nothing, simply regards Dean with sharp eyes.
“Plus,” Dean says, grinning, “There are hundreds of pie flavors. It could take a while to try them all.”
“Well then,” Cas replies, “I suppose I might be here a while, yet.”
“Alright,” Dean says, brandishing his own fork, “That’s settled. Let’s eat!”
Everything is complicated, and they could all die tomorrow, but for now, Dean and Cas eat in companionable silence. They have each other, and Sam, and Bobby.
For now, it’s enough.
THE END
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(Dean + Cas + Pie = OT3)
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