The Other Brothers 3a/?
anonymous
March 1 2010, 05:28:55 UTC
Thank you for all the positive feedback ♥ I was planning on finishing this part tomorrow but two cups of coffee and my cat said otherwise, so enjoy! --- Dean changes into some cleaner clothes, which gives Sam the opportunity to play head doctor and start talking about feelings and crap.
“Cas betrayed Heaven, lost his powers and still didn’t prevent the apocalypse, all his brothers hate him, and his search for God isn’t going so well either. He probably feels pretty useless right now.”
No shit, Sherlock, Dean thinks, but he only makes a vague sound of agreement because anything else would encourage Sam to keep talking, and he doesn’t feel like getting a play-by-play of how badly they screwed up the world, again.
Sam keeps talking anyway, watching as Dean pulls on his boots. “We just, you know, need to show him that we appreciate him.”
“What, are you gonna take him to dinner and a movie?”
“Dean, I’m serious.” Sam pulls a bitchface.
“So am I.” Dean pulls his laces tight with more force than is necessary. “Cas had a choice - be a giant douchebag and help his jackass brothers destroy the world, or help us save it. And he chose right.”
Yeah, and we freed Lucifer anyway. Sam doesn’t say. I freed Lucifer.
“What’d the Romans say? Non-douchebaggery is its own reward? Yeah.”
The Other Brothers 3b/?
anonymous
March 1 2010, 05:33:21 UTC
When they come out, Castiel is already in the backseat, even though the Impala is locked. Dean should probably inform him that personal space includes his car as well. He puts some music on and laughs as Castiel tries to get some meaning out of the lyrics to ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
They pull into the nearest restaurant that advertises pie and sit in a table by the windows, Sam and Dean on one side and Castiel on the other, the laptop in the center displaying the most important frames of the security video. When a waitress strolls up with a coffeepot in hand, her nametag cheerfully proclaiming ‘Hi My Name Is Beatrice’, Sam gets pasta while Dean orders a cheeseburger and a slice of blueberry pie. Beatrice asks if Castiel needs anything, and before he can refuse, Dean orders a slice of pie for him too.
Castiel tilts his head confusedly as she walks away. “Dean, I don’t require- “
“Course you don’t. No one requires pie. But everyone wants pie, ‘cause it’s delicious. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
The angel throws a questioning glance at Sam, who shrugs, knowing better than to get in the way of Dean and his pie. And his forcing of others to eat pie. And Dean ignores them both, tilting the laptop screen so that he can see better.
“We have a British man-witch who makes pretty glowing symbols with his hands and his giant magic pet bear monster. Which one should we go after first?”
“This man, whatever he is, has knowledge of angelic magic. If he decides to use it against us, to aide Lucifer... it could be bad.” Castiel looks even more humourless than usual.
“How bad?”
“Very.”
Sam plays the video again, stopping it as the symbol appears on the screen and says, “I don’t know. The witch hasn’t done anything yet, besides making the bear, and that might have been an accident. And if he skipped town, like we think, we’re not going to find him anyway. We know the bear’s got claws, and is running around in the woods. It hasn’t hurt anyone yet, so we should kill it before it does.”
Dean leans back and sips his coffee. “I agree with Sammy. Sorry, Cas, two to one, majority wins.”
Castiel sulks until the waitress comes back with their order. Sam and Dean dig in, but he just sits and stares at the pie in front of him like it’s going to bite back.
“Dude, what the hell are you waiting for?” Dean says, with all his usual tact, “It’s pie. Just eat it.”
“I’ve never had pie before.” Castiel says slowly, but he carefully scoops a piece of pie onto his fork.
“That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard and needs to be fixed immediately.” He’s still just staring at his fork. Dean sighs. “Seriously, just put it in your mouth.”
Castiel does, and doesn’t say anything, but then he looks up at Dean like he’s the second coming of Christ.
“Told ya’ you’d like it.” Dean smirks, and Sam mutters something about going to hell for corrupting angels of the lord with junk food.
They leave half an hour later, and don’t notice the blonde that follows them out.
I was planning on finishing this part tomorrow but two cups of coffee and my cat said otherwise, so enjoy!
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Dean changes into some cleaner clothes, which gives Sam the opportunity to play head doctor and start talking about feelings and crap.
“Cas betrayed Heaven, lost his powers and still didn’t prevent the apocalypse, all his brothers hate him, and his search for God isn’t going so well either. He probably feels pretty useless right now.”
No shit, Sherlock, Dean thinks, but he only makes a vague sound of agreement because anything else would encourage Sam to keep talking, and he doesn’t feel like getting a play-by-play of how badly they screwed up the world, again.
Sam keeps talking anyway, watching as Dean pulls on his boots. “We just, you know, need to show him that we appreciate him.”
“What, are you gonna take him to dinner and a movie?”
“Dean, I’m serious.” Sam pulls a bitchface.
“So am I.” Dean pulls his laces tight with more force than is necessary. “Cas had a choice - be a giant douchebag and help his jackass brothers destroy the world, or help us save it. And he chose right.”
Yeah, and we freed Lucifer anyway. Sam doesn’t say. I freed Lucifer.
“What’d the Romans say? Non-douchebaggery is its own reward? Yeah.”
“Virtue. Virtue is its own reward.”
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They pull into the nearest restaurant that advertises pie and sit in a table by the windows, Sam and Dean on one side and Castiel on the other, the laptop in the center displaying the most important frames of the security video. When a waitress strolls up with a coffeepot in hand, her nametag cheerfully proclaiming ‘Hi My Name Is Beatrice’, Sam gets pasta while Dean orders a cheeseburger and a slice of blueberry pie. Beatrice asks if Castiel needs anything, and before he can refuse, Dean orders a slice of pie for him too.
Castiel tilts his head confusedly as she walks away. “Dean, I don’t require- “
“Course you don’t. No one requires pie. But everyone wants pie, ‘cause it’s delicious. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
The angel throws a questioning glance at Sam, who shrugs, knowing better than to get in the way of Dean and his pie. And his forcing of others to eat pie. And Dean ignores them both, tilting the laptop screen so that he can see better.
“We have a British man-witch who makes pretty glowing symbols with his hands and his giant magic pet bear monster. Which one should we go after first?”
“This man, whatever he is, has knowledge of angelic magic. If he decides to use it against us, to aide Lucifer... it could be bad.” Castiel looks even more humourless than usual.
“How bad?”
“Very.”
Sam plays the video again, stopping it as the symbol appears on the screen and says, “I don’t know. The witch hasn’t done anything yet, besides making the bear, and that might have been an accident. And if he skipped town, like we think, we’re not going to find him anyway. We know the bear’s got claws, and is running around in the woods. It hasn’t hurt anyone yet, so we should kill it before it does.”
Dean leans back and sips his coffee. “I agree with Sammy. Sorry, Cas, two to one, majority wins.”
Castiel sulks until the waitress comes back with their order. Sam and Dean dig in, but he just sits and stares at the pie in front of him like it’s going to bite back.
“Dude, what the hell are you waiting for?” Dean says, with all his usual tact, “It’s pie. Just eat it.”
“I’ve never had pie before.” Castiel says slowly, but he carefully scoops a piece of pie onto his fork.
“That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard and needs to be fixed immediately.” He’s still just staring at his fork. Dean sighs. “Seriously, just put it in your mouth.”
Castiel does, and doesn’t say anything, but then he looks up at Dean like he’s the second coming of Christ.
“Told ya’ you’d like it.” Dean smirks, and Sam mutters something about going to hell for corrupting angels of the lord with junk food.
They leave half an hour later, and don’t notice the blonde that follows them out.
No one ever does.
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And I just thought of something crazy (I might get it wrong 'cause I never watched supernatural but...) England/Britainnia Angel is GOD!
:D :D :D :D
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