Rules of Engagement, Sam & preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)murronMarch 30 2010, 20:44:33 UTC
Rules of Engagement, Sam, preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)
“Shut up,” Dean returned and loosened his paralysis, admirably unfazed. “He’s easy on the eyes is all.” Sam noticed, though, that Dean didn’t look away.
Eventually Cas made it into the water, ploughing awkwardly through the shallows until he reached them.
“How’s that feel?” Dean asked, dimples showing.
Cas dragged his hand through the water and seemed completely absorbed with the sensation. “Pleasant.”
“You bet,” Dean agreed. “And you know what’s even better? You’re gonna buy us pizza tonight.”
“Why?” Cas wanted to know, tilting his head at Dean.
“Because you were the last one in, chicken.”
Cas looked to Sam but Sam only shrugged, kicking off with his feet until he floated. “He’s right,” he agreed.
He got a glimpse of Dean’s smug grin right before Dean seemed to be flipped over backwards by invisible hands. Taken by surprise, Dean flung out his arms, hitting the water with a yelp and a splash. He came back up, spluttering. “What did you do?” he wheezed, staring suspiciously at Cas. His question almost disappeared in Sam’s guffawing laughter.
Cas didn’t answer but Sam swore the little laugh-lines in the corners of his eyes deepened.
Sam kept on snorting and chuckling until something slung around his waist and pulled him under. He came up gurgling just to catch Dean’s amused face and a sly wink. Before they could converge on Cas, however, they were both jerked under.
After that, it was on.
* * *
They goofed around in the lake for an hour or more, dunking each other and thrashing to the middle of the lake where the water was deepest. Cas surprised them with an elegant crawl that made Sam and Dean’s efforts look like dogpaddling.
“Muscle memory,” Cas explained. “Jimmy went to the pool to times a week.”
By the time they waded out of the water, the sky bruised from blue to purple. They shared a towel because the Winchesters only owned one. The other had been lost in a run-of-the-mill ‘keep pressure on that wound’ action.
At some point during their swim, Dean had absconded and wisely put a couple of beers into the shallow water. When he retrieved them, they weren’t exactly icy cold but they weren’t warm as anything, either.
There was another picnic spot further up on the bank and Sam and Dean perched on the table with their feet on the bench, watching the lake turn dark green in the dusk. Cas didn’t sit, but he braced his hip against the table’s edge and drank his beer like he savoured every drop.
Without them splashing around, the lake lay smooth and peaceful. Crickets started chirping in the long grass off the beach. Sam bowed over, propped his arms on his thighs and let the quiet soak into his skin.
He snatched a glimpse at his brother, leaning back and bracing his hands on the table. The afternoon light hit his face just so, showing the freckles that had spread all over his nose and cheeks. Sam didn’t want to check for the sadness that never left his face these days, but when he did, he found it wasn’t there.
Then sun began to set behind the hills when Dean called it a day.
“Come on, let’s hit the road and find some place to hole up for the night.” Hopping off the table, he collected their empty beer bottles and carried them back to the car. Sam followed reluctantly.
“I’m starving, man,” Dean muttered as they opened the Impalas doors. He looked over the car’s roof at Cas, adding, “You better dig deep into your pockets, hombre.”
Cas nodded seriously. “I will buy you pizzas with tuna fish. I like the smell; it is quite aromatic.”
Re: Rules of Engagement, Sam & preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)gabby_silangMarch 31 2010, 05:52:30 UTC
GOD GOD GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH and I want to tell you HOW and WHY and WHY YOU ARE AMAZING but my brain is stuck right here:
Cas began to peel off his clothes one piece a time, starting with the butt-ugly coat. Sam tried to remember if he’d ever seen Cas without it and failed. Oh and the way Cas unknotted his tie real slow - well, Sam thought, other people would consider that striptease.
And so I'll have to just linger on that. For a long time. Before I can think of anything else, ever again.
Seriously, this just happened:
dafnap: auuugh Cassss I want cas unknotting ties all day gabby: ALL DAY ALL DAY ALL THE TIES EVERYONE'S JUST WANDERING AROUND CITIES BEING LIKE oh let me get that for you STARING RIGHT INTO YOUR EYES THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME WHILE YOU TRY NOT TO PANT TOO OPENLY
Re: Rules of Engagement, Sam & preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)murronMarch 31 2010, 09:15:14 UTC
:D Thank you!! This idea just picked me up and ran away with me. And I started to miss the early episode with the boys driving down the empty backroads ...
Re: Rules of Engagement, Sam & preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)eretriaMarch 31 2010, 10:16:43 UTC
You.
I.
I just ...
HOW ARE YOU NOT TELLING ME ABOUT THIS AND MAKE ME FIND OUT BY CHANCE?! When it is so brilliantly Ust-ish, and so impish, and so damn lovely with the sensual details and the frigging angel-striptease? (My brain is stuck on that one. Ever since 8 a.m. this morning. How do you expect me to work with that image in my mind?)
Just you wait if you get a birthday present now after this. One does not hold out from ones external brain!
Re: Rules of Engagement, Sam & preshlash Dean/Castiel, PG, no warnings, (2/2)murronMarch 31 2010, 11:04:33 UTC
Dean lay spread-eagled on the motel bed, staring up at the ceiling. If he was very quiet, he could still hear the lake sloshing softly in the evening breeze. He hadn’t showered yet, still tasting the lake on his lips.
When Cas left for food, Sam had just flopped down on his bed and fell asleep instantly. Even though the sky had grown dark outside, Dean hadn’t turned on the lights. While Sam was snoring faintly somewhere off to the side, Dean imagined the reflection of the lake rippling up on the ceiling before his mind turned, almost idly, to the picture of Cas loosing his tie.
“Shut up,” Dean returned and loosened his paralysis, admirably unfazed. “He’s easy on the eyes is all.” Sam noticed, though, that Dean didn’t look away.
Eventually Cas made it into the water, ploughing awkwardly through the shallows until he reached them.
“How’s that feel?” Dean asked, dimples showing.
Cas dragged his hand through the water and seemed completely absorbed with the sensation. “Pleasant.”
“You bet,” Dean agreed. “And you know what’s even better? You’re gonna buy us pizza tonight.”
“Why?” Cas wanted to know, tilting his head at Dean.
“Because you were the last one in, chicken.”
Cas looked to Sam but Sam only shrugged, kicking off with his feet until he floated. “He’s right,” he agreed.
He got a glimpse of Dean’s smug grin right before Dean seemed to be flipped over backwards by invisible hands. Taken by surprise, Dean flung out his arms, hitting the water with a yelp and a splash. He came back up, spluttering. “What did you do?” he wheezed, staring suspiciously at Cas. His question almost disappeared in Sam’s guffawing laughter.
Cas didn’t answer but Sam swore the little laugh-lines in the corners of his eyes deepened.
Sam kept on snorting and chuckling until something slung around his waist and pulled him under. He came up gurgling just to catch Dean’s amused face and a sly wink. Before they could converge on Cas, however, they were both jerked under.
After that, it was on.
* * *
They goofed around in the lake for an hour or more, dunking each other and thrashing to the middle of the lake where the water was deepest. Cas surprised them with an elegant crawl that made Sam and Dean’s efforts look like dogpaddling.
“Muscle memory,” Cas explained. “Jimmy went to the pool to times a week.”
By the time they waded out of the water, the sky bruised from blue to purple. They shared a towel because the Winchesters only owned one. The other had been lost in a run-of-the-mill ‘keep pressure on that wound’ action.
At some point during their swim, Dean had absconded and wisely put a couple of beers into the shallow water. When he retrieved them, they weren’t exactly icy cold but they weren’t warm as anything, either.
There was another picnic spot further up on the bank and Sam and Dean perched on the table with their feet on the bench, watching the lake turn dark green in the dusk. Cas didn’t sit, but he braced his hip against the table’s edge and drank his beer like he savoured every drop.
Without them splashing around, the lake lay smooth and peaceful. Crickets started chirping in the long grass off the beach. Sam bowed over, propped his arms on his thighs and let the quiet soak into his skin.
He snatched a glimpse at his brother, leaning back and bracing his hands on the table. The afternoon light hit his face just so, showing the freckles that had spread all over his nose and cheeks. Sam didn’t want to check for the sadness that never left his face these days, but when he did, he found it wasn’t there.
Then sun began to set behind the hills when Dean called it a day.
“Come on, let’s hit the road and find some place to hole up for the night.” Hopping off the table, he collected their empty beer bottles and carried them back to the car. Sam followed reluctantly.
“I’m starving, man,” Dean muttered as they opened the Impalas doors. He looked over the car’s roof at Cas, adding, “You better dig deep into your pockets, hombre.”
Cas nodded seriously. “I will buy you pizzas with tuna fish. I like the smell; it is quite aromatic.”
“You … what? No! Are you pulling my leg?”
“Not at this time.”
Reply
Thanks so much! ♥
Reply
Reply
“Not at this time.”
*snerk* I love it when Cas gets the last laugh.
Standing very still, Dean full on stared and his blush had little to do with the heat.
Sam chuckled, muttering: “Water not cold enough for you?”
LOL! Busted!
Reply
Yep! :D
Reply
Cas began to peel off his clothes one piece a time, starting with the butt-ugly coat. Sam tried to remember if he’d ever seen Cas without it and failed. Oh and the way Cas unknotted his tie real slow - well, Sam thought, other people would consider that striptease.
And so I'll have to just linger on that. For a long time. Before I can think of anything else, ever again.
Seriously, this just happened:
dafnap: auuugh Cassss
I want cas unknotting ties
all day
gabby: ALL DAY
ALL DAY
ALL THE TIES
EVERYONE'S
JUST WANDERING AROUND CITIES
BEING LIKE
oh let me get that for you
STARING RIGHT INTO YOUR EYES
THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME
WHILE YOU TRY NOT TO PANT TOO OPENLY
Reply
And of course: thank you!!! Very happy you liked it.
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
I.
I just ...
HOW ARE YOU NOT TELLING ME ABOUT THIS AND MAKE ME FIND OUT BY CHANCE?! When it is so brilliantly Ust-ish, and so impish, and so damn lovely with the sensual details and the frigging angel-striptease? (My brain is stuck on that one. Ever since 8 a.m. this morning. How do you expect me to work with that image in my mind?)
Just you wait if you get a birthday present now after this. One does not hold out from ones external brain!
Reply
When Cas left for food, Sam had just flopped down on his bed and fell asleep instantly. Even though the sky had grown dark outside, Dean hadn’t turned on the lights. While Sam was snoring faintly somewhere off to the side, Dean imagined the reflection of the lake rippling up on the ceiling before his mind turned, almost idly, to the picture of Cas loosing his tie.
----
Tag. You're it.
:))))))))))))))))
Reply
Tonight, okay? And THEN ...
Reply
Tonight sounds good.
Don't lawyers wear ties?
Reply
Do certain people want birthday presents tomorrow?!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment