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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone

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Wtfery is my new favorite term.

[alifeordinary]

[Dean is a grudge holder, but even though that Sam comment was... a little low, it's not Cas he's pissed at. It's Sam, and that douche in the shop, and, well, the universe. Also, whoever backed into his car. He's going to seriously track that guy down and murder him in his sleep.

Also he's... admittedly slightly worried that he's going to screw this whole thing up, that Cas is going to get fed up with his shit like any normal human being would- like normal human beings have done in the past, and just tell him to go fuck himself and the horse he road in on. Dean really, really doesn't want that. Which is a testament to how screwed he is, and he's going to conveniently ignore that fact.

The next text that comes through is a simple me too, but it's damn good enough for him. Eases some of the tension out of his chest, though he still feels like a righteous jackass. Which makes him all the more adamant for his sucking-up apology gesture to work. He cranks up the stove, puts on a pot of water and dumps in the noodles.

And... waits.

And waits. And fuck, cooking is boring.

So he turns up the tv. Then goes to the bathroom. Which doesn't take long, but it's long enough for the dog to start barking in the other room, and when he gets back, apparently the pot's boiled over the stove and it's leaking into the burner and smoking like a bitch and--]

Son of a bitch- shit- shit-

[Fuck cooking. Evasive maneuvers, engage.]

AND GOPHER BITCH IS MINE. Worked that into convo today negl

[mojofree]

[It was low, it was really, horribly, undeniably assholeishyly low, and Cas feels like the worst human being ever for saying it... But completely awful delivery or not, it is something he worries about- not that it stops him from doing it, of course- and maybe... Maybe it's better, now that it's off his chest. Or maybe he's just trying to rationalize being a huge douchebag. He'll make it up to Dean. Hasn't figured out how he's gonna go about doing that, but he's resolved to find a way. The beer is just until he can come up with something better.

And, well, they're out of beer. Can't have that.

Fuck, talk about the most inadequate I'm sorry gesture ever... No wonder he's never done... Whatever this is before, he doesn't have a fucking clue how it works. His inexperience isn't for lack of prospects, of course, he's had plenty of opportunities for something other than casual sex, and had come relatively close to an actual... thing a few times, but he'd still be searching for himself then, and after being told who he was for so long, the last thing he'd needed was more entanglement.

Now, though... This is different. Dean's different, and fuck if he's gonna have this stupid fight over stupid shit fuck that up. Fuck.

Miracle of miracles, he makes it back to the building just as his arms are starting to go all noodley, and even more of a miracle, the elevator's working so he doesn't even have to climb mount staircase to get back to the apartment. Okay, that's a good sign, hopefully it's an indication of how the next five minutes are going to go... Texts are all well and good, but Cas is far from an expert on deciphering mood and inflection with so little to go on, and so for all he knows, Dean could still be pissed as hell.

...Had he been long enough for a lock change? He doesn't think so... Setting one of the bags down once he reaches the door, he shoves his key in (and much to his relief, it clearly still fits) and pushes the door open.]

Hey, look--

[...And is immediately hit with the dubiously hilarious sight of Dean at the stove with what looks like food in a pot that's boiled over... All through a cloud of smoke. What in the--]

Fuck, lemme get a towel or something, turn that off--

[Door's wide open; Colt's trained not to run off, but are the neighbors trained not to come out to point and laugh? Only time will tell.]

Hell yeah, man. Did anybody get it at all?

[alifeordinary]

[Dean's not exactly experienced in long term relationships, either. He's had a few that were more serious than others, a few people that were more than just casual hook-ups. Nothing like... nothing like this, though. Nothing he'd be legitimately broken up about if it went south- he's got so much more at stake here than he's ever really had before, it's really starting to freak him out a little.

It's only the fact that it's Cas, who was firstly his friend, that keeps him from dancing around and having mini panic attacks over little things. Cas is Cas. Cas is chill. Cas is his best friend. He doesn't give a fuck if Dean's a little late home from work, or if he has to leave in the middle of the night to pick up Sam, or if he comments on Angelina Jolie's frankly magnificent rack. Fighting, though... that's a lot harder than it was with piddly bitches that didn't mean anything.

Fortunately, distraction conveniently comes in the form of trying not to burn down the goddamn apartment building. He manages to get the pot to the sink, where it gets unceremoniously dropped in favor of moving to turn off the burner in a flick.]

Shit- careful, it's hot-

[Most of the smoke dissipates when the source of the moisture is removed, especially as the head dies down, but he moves to open a window for good measure. Colt makes an unhappy sound and drops down onto his belly as he watches the peanut gallery that is Dean's attempt to salvage the horrendous mess he's made of the stove.

Shit.

After a beat, he moves over to the pot in the stove, still steaming, noodles burnt to the bottom of the pan and half-sloshed into the sink.

And a sorrowful look at Cas.]

...Apology noodle?

I actually think the person I was talking to did hahaha

[mojofree]

[Hey, no arguments from Cas, Angelina Jolie does have a truly exceptional rack.

He'd also agree that the fighting is... A new and horrible experience. It's not like he'd really expected them to get along perfectly all the time- he knows better- but the reality of a stupid argument was something he'd hoped to postpone for as long as possible...

But for right now... He's gonna ignore that in favor of waving that smoke out the kitchen window before it sets the alarm off and their crazy land lady loses her shit at them. She's still not pleased about Colt even though Colt seems to be rather fond of her, and so he really doesn't want to give her any more reason to have a problem with them.

Fortunately, the room clears quickly once the pot's gone and the burner's turned off, and so Cas tosses the towel down and moves to grab the beer from where it's serving as the world's best doorstopper. Setting both bags on the counter, he peers into the mess that is the sink and then at Dean's face.

it's just... It's pitiful, really, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips in spite of himself.

And okay, so they're burned and soggy at the same time, but he reaches in and pulls out the most inoffensive looking noodle of the bunch and pops it into his mouth. It burns the shit out of his tongue, but it's all about the gesture and besides, he feels like he probably deserves it.

He turns, both to shield Dean from his face, which is a mixture of pain, horror, and amusement at both the state of the noodles and the situation and to grab a beer out of the bag, which he holds out to Dean.]

Apology beer?

Hallelujah

[alifeordinary]

[All things considered, Dean thinks they managed to stave off the inevitable for a particularly impressive length of time. Cas has been living with him for months now, even if they weren't, you know, together during that entire time. Living with someone still opens up plenty of room for argument- not to mention Dean's truly assholeish nature, which surfaces fairly regularly even if 95% of the time it isn't directed at Cas.

Then again, Cas is like a hippy peace guru. Maybe they didn't do as impressively as he's hoping. He's pretty sure if they were at an ashram right now he'd have been kicked out for disturbing the vibes. Whatever, screw it, the Beatles got kicked out of an ashram and they're the Beatles.

He can't help the petulant frown that forms as Cas smirks at him. Stupid fucking nature and boiling water and pot and Jesus what the hell. But then he reaches into the sink and actually eats a soggy, crappy noodle.

That's probably the sweetest damn thing he's ever seen. Also the grossest.

Rewind. Cas brought beer. That's the sweetest thing he's ever seen. He strides forward, tugs it from his hand to gently set it on the counter without really looking, and ducks in to press their lips together in the same fluid motion. Screw fighting. Fuck that noise.]

[mojofree]

[Eeeeeeh... Cas isn't as peaceful as he lets on. Oh sure, he tries to be, but in truth he does have a bit of a temper that he works to keep clamped down most of the time. The smoking helps, but really... Underneath it all he's a pretty grumpy guy, cynical and sarcastic and with pretty good reason. Still, for the most part, he manages to keep it under wraps and shoved away, compartmentalized into that section of his brain with Old Life stamped on it. It takes a special combination of factors to bring it out... But that doesn't mean it's not there.

If they were in an ashram, they'd probably have been kicked out around the time they decided to fool around in the shower, or even decided to get together at all. Abstinence is one teaching Cas chooses to ignore, and if that disturbs the vibe, well... He's willing to deal with that.

He's still in the process of chewing that noodle- and for some reason despite its soggy appearance it's actually chewy enough that it's sticking to his teeth and refusing to go down his throat all the way- when Dean leans forward, plucks the beer from his hand to set it on the table, and closes the distance between them by sealing their mouths together.

Huh. Incentive to get that noodle out of the way as quickly as possible... He does manage to gulp it down, fortunately, right around the time a surprised hum is making its way out of the back of his throat. That's... This isn't what he was expecting... But then again, it isn't usually, not where Dean's concerned, and after a second's pause he leans forward himself, presses his lips more firmly against Dean's as his hands come up to rest at his sides, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

This is nice, this is so much better than fighting or even talking... Though he supposes that's probably going to have to happen later.

Later. As in not now. Damn is he glad he shut that door.]