Hey there Dean/Cas fans, my name is
darksilvercat and I'll be your cruise director for today.
LET’S GET ALL INTERACTIVE UP IN HERE!
This first post is loosely inspired by the 'one sentence' meme, wherein you write a one-sentence fic for a variety of genres. In the spirit of the occasion, I went by
deancastiel and picked 15 of their genre tags in place of the usual genre
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As far as cunning plans go, Sam has to admit that this one is somewhat lacking. It's hardly his fault though, ever since Castiel got back from the past he's been hanging around a lot more, and it's not as though Sam hadn't noticed the marathon staring and awkward not-quite-touching between the angel and his brother, but it's getting to the point where he feels downright awkward just sitting in the same room as them.
So his plan may not be the most cunning plan in the world, but it's still a plan dammit. And, okay, so asking a Cupid to help him trick their respective brothers into thinking they're under a love spell and giving in to their feelings might just be the craziest thing he's ever done, but someone had to do something, right ( ... )
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I love it!
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So really, forcing Castiel behind the wheel wasn't the stupid thing to do. On the contrary, it was the smart thing to do, the responsible thing. That's Dean's story and he's sticking with it ( ... )
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It had been Sam's idea to invite Cas to play poker with them. Not that Dean had an issue with it or anything, Cas really is a friend now, and Dean's not had much experience with having a friend like Cas, but he's pretty sure that poker nights are a time-honoured tradition in many friendships. So when Cas had shown up a few days later to 'check in' as he called it (which was actually codespeak for 'spend the night with Dean and make hot monkey love') Dean got the beers while Sam got the cards, and ten minutes later all three of them were sitting round the tiny excuse for a kitchen table and Sam was dealing the first hand.
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It took the better part of an hour to get Cas to understand the finer points of the game, particularly the art of bluffing, but eventually he got the hang of it.
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Another hour, and Cas started winning.
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Forty minutes later Sam bowed out, well on his way to drunk and clinging to his last ten bucks as though no power on this earth could separate him from them.
Dean though, Dean is the Dean ( ... )
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