Miracle Anti-Aging Cream (7/?)vikkiMarch 27 2010, 16:39:50 UTC
So at this point I think it's safe to say I missed the whole point of comment!fic, for which I deeply apologize. X__X
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"So basically you want to lose to him and get back Jimmy's years," Sam summarized.
"Yes." Castiel nodded, watching Dean and Sam eat with mild interest.
Lime green Crocs had been acquired for Castiel to wear somewhere in Alabama, as well as a T-shirt that fit him. It had Optimus Prime on it.
("You look great, Cas," Dean had assessed, lips quirking with a suppressed grin.
Castiel held the edges of the T-shirt and pulled it out, looking down at the design of a gigantic alien robot without comprehension, but didn't comment.
"He just wants you to ask about the Transformers," Sam told him.
"I see," Castiel said, and climbed into the Impala on his hands and knees. Dean shoved Sam.)
"Okay, you're gonna have to help me out here," Dean said after taking a long drink from his cola. "I don't get how this is going to fix the spell. Can't we just - I dunno, do some black magic and reverse it?"
Castiel gave Dean an irritated scowl. "Black magic begets nothing but suffering," he said, as if quoting someone. "No."
"But if you get back Jimmy's years, then you're just, what, stuck in him forever? If you unbind yourself or whatever, it's not like the spell will be gone." Dean took a bite of his hamburger, chewed, and swallowed. "Or - will it? You got some ace up your sleeve, Cas? Mind sharing with the class?"
Castiel let out a long breath through his nose. "I can't explain it to you, Dean," he said, impatience in his features at odds with the calmness of his voice. Then, slowly: "I don't think you'll appreciate it if I try to explain in Enochian."
Sam blinked. "Did you just make a joke, Cas?"
"A morbid one," Dean griped.
Their waitress appeared out of nowhere, bustling up to the table with a concerned look. "Honey," she said, causing Dean to perk up until he realized she was looking at Castiel, "are you sure I can't bring you anything? Something to drink? Some crayons?"
Castiel, a being which had faced down the depth of Hell, looked so startled by the waitress' attention that she mistook it for shyness, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised uncertainly.
She smiled at him. "It's all right," she said comfortingly.
"He's fine, really," Sam said, holding up a hand.
"I'm not hungry," Castiel added after a beat.
"He could use some crayons, though," Dean put in, smirking.
"Dean," Castiel said petulantly; Sam jutted his head forward with an incredulous what the hell are you doing? look.
"I'll go get some. Just in case," the waitress added when Castiel opened his mouth to protest.
"Dean, I can't believe - he's not actually nine!" Sam stabbed his grilled chicken visciously.
"I know, relax," Dean said, glancing at Castiel. The angel mostly looked nonplussed, frowning at the condiment rack at the end of the table.
"The spell should have hit you. Then at least you'd look your mental age," Sam grumbled.
"Here you go!" The waitress reappeared and put a brightly-colored activity book and a pre-packaged set of crayons on the table in front of Castiel. "Need anything, gentlemen?"
"No," Sam said, glaring at Dean.
"Thank you," Castiel said, startling Dean and Sam both.
"You're welcome, honey," the waitress said, disappearing again.
"Wait. You wanted the crayons?" Sam asked.
"No. But it seemed polite to thank her." Castiel opened the activity book and looked at the uncolored picture there of a robin holding out a burger, then picked up the crayon box. "These colors aren't sufficient for this picture."
Dean met Sam's eyes and shrugged. He reached over to Castiel and took the crayons from his fingers. "Screw the picture," Dean said, opening the box and taking out the green crayon. He started to draw lines crisscrossing one another on the paper. "I just wanted to introduce you to Tic-Tac-Toe."
*
"So basically you want to lose to him and get back Jimmy's years," Sam summarized.
"Yes." Castiel nodded, watching Dean and Sam eat with mild interest.
Lime green Crocs had been acquired for Castiel to wear somewhere in Alabama, as well as a T-shirt that fit him. It had Optimus Prime on it.
("You look great, Cas," Dean had assessed, lips quirking with a suppressed grin.
Castiel held the edges of the T-shirt and pulled it out, looking down at the design of a gigantic alien robot without comprehension, but didn't comment.
"He just wants you to ask about the Transformers," Sam told him.
"I see," Castiel said, and climbed into the Impala on his hands and knees. Dean shoved Sam.)
"Okay, you're gonna have to help me out here," Dean said after taking a long drink from his cola. "I don't get how this is going to fix the spell. Can't we just - I dunno, do some black magic and reverse it?"
Castiel gave Dean an irritated scowl. "Black magic begets nothing but suffering," he said, as if quoting someone. "No."
"But if you get back Jimmy's years, then you're just, what, stuck in him forever? If you unbind yourself or whatever, it's not like the spell will be gone." Dean took a bite of his hamburger, chewed, and swallowed. "Or - will it? You got some ace up your sleeve, Cas? Mind sharing with the class?"
Castiel let out a long breath through his nose. "I can't explain it to you, Dean," he said, impatience in his features at odds with the calmness of his voice. Then, slowly: "I don't think you'll appreciate it if I try to explain in Enochian."
Sam blinked. "Did you just make a joke, Cas?"
"A morbid one," Dean griped.
Their waitress appeared out of nowhere, bustling up to the table with a concerned look. "Honey," she said, causing Dean to perk up until he realized she was looking at Castiel, "are you sure I can't bring you anything? Something to drink? Some crayons?"
Castiel, a being which had faced down the depth of Hell, looked so startled by the waitress' attention that she mistook it for shyness, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised uncertainly.
She smiled at him. "It's all right," she said comfortingly.
"He's fine, really," Sam said, holding up a hand.
"I'm not hungry," Castiel added after a beat.
"He could use some crayons, though," Dean put in, smirking.
"Dean," Castiel said petulantly; Sam jutted his head forward with an incredulous what the hell are you doing? look.
"I'll go get some. Just in case," the waitress added when Castiel opened his mouth to protest.
"Dean, I can't believe - he's not actually nine!" Sam stabbed his grilled chicken visciously.
"I know, relax," Dean said, glancing at Castiel. The angel mostly looked nonplussed, frowning at the condiment rack at the end of the table.
"The spell should have hit you. Then at least you'd look your mental age," Sam grumbled.
"Here you go!" The waitress reappeared and put a brightly-colored activity book and a pre-packaged set of crayons on the table in front of Castiel. "Need anything, gentlemen?"
"No," Sam said, glaring at Dean.
"Thank you," Castiel said, startling Dean and Sam both.
"You're welcome, honey," the waitress said, disappearing again.
"Wait. You wanted the crayons?" Sam asked.
"No. But it seemed polite to thank her." Castiel opened the activity book and looked at the uncolored picture there of a robin holding out a burger, then picked up the crayon box. "These colors aren't sufficient for this picture."
Dean met Sam's eyes and shrugged. He reached over to Castiel and took the crayons from his fingers. "Screw the picture," Dean said, opening the box and taking out the green crayon. He started to draw lines crisscrossing one another on the paper. "I just wanted to introduce you to Tic-Tac-Toe."
tbc
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Though when you finish you should definitely put it all on your journal. :D
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