All The Little Pranks Chapter One:Spit
Title: All the Little Pranks
Rating: PG (language) M (Rest of Story)
Word Count: WIP
Summary: Castiel Smith thinks his summer is going to be quite the breath of fresh air, but Dean decides to go ahed and make his summer hell.
Author's Note: asdkjhsdkglh
Disclaimer: Is this even necessary? breathes in dramatically I solemly swear that I do not own anything.
(Age Clarifications- Dean Is turning 19 in a couple chapters and is going into his sophomore year of college
Cas is turning 17 in a few chapters and going into senior year
Sam is 15 and has skipped a grade and is going into Junior year
Gabriel is turning 19 over the summer and is not going to college
Chapter 1
Castiel sighed as he pulled his luggage into the truck. He could hear Sam’s frustrated growl as Dean hung up. If that assbutt didn’t want to go, then why didn’t he stay behind? Stupid, green eyed man. At least he had a week before Dean got there. Gabe patted him on the back.
“Is that Dean Winchester Sam was just fighting with, or is someone just really unhappy to see you?”
Cas shook his head, trying not to smirk. Gabriel leaned over to help him with his suitcase, but Cas quickly snapped at him not to touch his stuff. Cas hated when people touched his stuff. It might have seemed offensive, but that was Gabe’s way of making sure Cas wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t! Nope. Not at all.
Never ………
He gave his brother a friendly little push. They leaned against the back of the truck, watching Sam attempt to re-dial. Finally he gave up. His face was red, and he looked pretty disgruntled, but he moved along.
“Okay, Let’s go. Mom and Dad will have dinner ready by seven”
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They arrived at six- thirty. Mary ran out to greet them.
“Hey Boys!”
“Hello, Mary,” Castiel said, smiling as she hugged him. Feeling a mother’s warmth filled him with happiness. His mom, while she shared the same name as Mary, was wildly different. Mary Smith was cold and rarely paid attention to Castiel unless his grades were slipping. Mary Winchester was warm and cared about Castiel in every way imaginable. When Cas came out, Mary Smith slapped him in the face before calling him an abomination. Mary Winchester nursed his wounds and called him a brave and wonderful boy as Cas cried in her shoulder. Cas had a huge amount of respect for Mary and John, who was also always there for him.
Their lake house was beautiful. Mary was a lawyer so they had enough money to afford an elaborate house. It wasn’t overly fancy by any means, but it was grand in design, not in size. White marble floors spread out over a vast kitchen and living area; a spiral staircase lead to a hallway with two bedrooms and two baths. Cas cringed as Sam mentioned how Dean would also sleep in their room once he arrived. Gabe gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He put his stuff down on the bunk above Gabriel. The room was incredibly spacious, which comforted Castiel a bit. He never had to be too close to him, the stupid green-eyed jerk.
They ate dinner in peace, as Gabriel ranted about the college system. He wasn’t going, much to Castiel’s displeasure. Cas would be applying one year later for he was a grade above Sam. Cas would turn seventeen over the summer. The rest of the dinner went over with smooth small talk. Cas went to bed with a smile on his face.
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Cas had developed a good routine at the lake house. He’d wake up at around 9, swim alone, then hang out with Sam and Gabriel for a few hours; this included building a rope swing, inner-tubing on the back of the winchester’s boat, water balloon fights, and other cliché lake house activities, he’d then proceed to swim some more then read on his favorite sunning rock before dinner. Afterwards he’d do more cliché activities with Gabe and Sam before going to bed. It was the perfect summer schedule- of course until he was on the sunning rock, writing in his composition book, when that stupid ass flashy car pulled up. He could hear it before he could see it. Dean winchester was blasting Angel By Aerosmith as loud as it could go. Cas wished he could go back to whatever time he seemed to be stuck in and stay there.
He hesitated, he had just gotten out of the water, and was shirtless. He considered running back to the house, but there was no way someone wouldn’t spot him. He couldn’t just stay there either, that would make him look more socially awkward than he already was and he didn’t want Dean holding that over his head. He had no choice but to join the greeting party. He could see Sam and Gabriel emerge from the house and Mary and John emerge from the back yard. He made his way over slowly. Acting cool. Not running. Nope. Sam and him shared a huge hug; Mary joined, attacking them both with kisses. Even Gabriel seemed happy to see him, the traitor. Cas stood there, glaring, already noticing his cocky smile. When Dean laid eyes on him, everything grew tense. Cas could see Dean suck in a breath, which confused him, but he decided to glare on.
“Hey, pretty-boy, nice lack of shirt. I’m glad to see you still seem to have less muscle tone than Miley Cyrus,” Dean smirked.
That did not hurt, no. It just pissed him off.
Cas gave a bitter little smile before firing back.
“Nice to see you to, assbutt. You are just as arrogant as ever.” Cas did not, and didn’t think he’d ever understand what about the bigoted dumbass got so under his skin. He never reacted so strongly to anyone ever.
“God, you make me sick!,” Cas felt triumphant at the shake in Dean’s voice. At least he knew that he got under Dean’s skin the same way or worse. “Why didn’t you just go with your parents?” Dean spat out the words, with no Idea how hard that would hit. Cas lowered his head in shame. That got a growl out of Gabriel, who rarely interfered in their fights. Dean seemed to be shocked by the reaction in the atmosphere everyone seemed to lower their heads, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It’s not like they didn’t want to stand up for Cas, it’s just that they had learned to stay out of their fights.
“They have about as high of an opinion of me as you, thank you very much, you ignorant fool.”
Dean spat at Cas’s feet. No matter how much Cas felt fury, he remained stoic. He smirked a bit, and yes he could see the fear in Dean’s eyes. Cas could feel the anger radiating through him. Deans spit trickled slowly into the cracks of his toes. He got right up in Dean’s personal space, and whispered directly in his ear, making sure to punctuate every syllable. Cas ignored the strange tingly sensation he got at being so close to that pretty litt- no- hideous and overly- muscled neck of his.
“No less than two minutes of seeing me, and you are already reducing yourself to the primal act of spitting. This is going to be quite the interesting summer, Winchester.” Cas bumped him a bit with his shoulder before walking back to the house, using every fiber he had not to bolt. He clutched The Great Gatsby hard in his hand, close to his chest. As soon as he was out of sight, he bolted to the bathroom and grabbed a hot towel to wipe the spit off of his feet. He felt disgusting. It was common sense to never spit on a Germophobe.
He scrubbed hard, putting all his anger and confusing emotions into his feet until they were red and sore.
On to Chapter Two
Rating: PG (language) M (Rest of Story)
Word Count: WIP
Summary: Castiel Smith thinks his summer is going to be quite the breath of fresh air, but Dean decides to go ahed and make his summer hell.
Author's Note: asdkjhsdkglh
Disclaimer: Is this even necessary? breathes in dramatically I solemly swear that I do not own anything.
(Age Clarifications- Dean Is turning 19 in a couple chapters and is going into his sophomore year of college
Cas is turning 17 in a few chapters and going into senior year
Sam is 15 and has skipped a grade and is going into Junior year
Gabriel is turning 19 over the summer and is not going to college
Chapter 1
Castiel sighed as he pulled his luggage into the truck. He could hear Sam’s frustrated growl as Dean hung up. If that assbutt didn’t want to go, then why didn’t he stay behind? Stupid, green eyed man. At least he had a week before Dean got there. Gabe patted him on the back.
“Is that Dean Winchester Sam was just fighting with, or is someone just really unhappy to see you?”
Cas shook his head, trying not to smirk. Gabriel leaned over to help him with his suitcase, but Cas quickly snapped at him not to touch his stuff. Cas hated when people touched his stuff. It might have seemed offensive, but that was Gabe’s way of making sure Cas wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t! Nope. Not at all.
Never ………
He gave his brother a friendly little push. They leaned against the back of the truck, watching Sam attempt to re-dial. Finally he gave up. His face was red, and he looked pretty disgruntled, but he moved along.
“Okay, Let’s go. Mom and Dad will have dinner ready by seven”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They arrived at six- thirty. Mary ran out to greet them.
“Hey Boys!”
“Hello, Mary,” Castiel said, smiling as she hugged him. Feeling a mother’s warmth filled him with happiness. His mom, while she shared the same name as Mary, was wildly different. Mary Smith was cold and rarely paid attention to Castiel unless his grades were slipping. Mary Winchester was warm and cared about Castiel in every way imaginable. When Cas came out, Mary Smith slapped him in the face before calling him an abomination. Mary Winchester nursed his wounds and called him a brave and wonderful boy as Cas cried in her shoulder. Cas had a huge amount of respect for Mary and John, who was also always there for him.
Their lake house was beautiful. Mary was a lawyer so they had enough money to afford an elaborate house. It wasn’t overly fancy by any means, but it was grand in design, not in size. White marble floors spread out over a vast kitchen and living area; a spiral staircase lead to a hallway with two bedrooms and two baths. Cas cringed as Sam mentioned how Dean would also sleep in their room once he arrived. Gabe gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He put his stuff down on the bunk above Gabriel. The room was incredibly spacious, which comforted Castiel a bit. He never had to be too close to him, the stupid green-eyed jerk.
They ate dinner in peace, as Gabriel ranted about the college system. He wasn’t going, much to Castiel’s displeasure. Cas would be applying one year later for he was a grade above Sam. Cas would turn seventeen over the summer. The rest of the dinner went over with smooth small talk. Cas went to bed with a smile on his face.
~~~~~~~
Cas had developed a good routine at the lake house. He’d wake up at around 9, swim alone, then hang out with Sam and Gabriel for a few hours; this included building a rope swing, inner-tubing on the back of the winchester’s boat, water balloon fights, and other cliché lake house activities, he’d then proceed to swim some more then read on his favorite sunning rock before dinner. Afterwards he’d do more cliché activities with Gabe and Sam before going to bed. It was the perfect summer schedule- of course until he was on the sunning rock, writing in his composition book, when that stupid ass flashy car pulled up. He could hear it before he could see it. Dean winchester was blasting Angel By Aerosmith as loud as it could go. Cas wished he could go back to whatever time he seemed to be stuck in and stay there.
He hesitated, he had just gotten out of the water, and was shirtless. He considered running back to the house, but there was no way someone wouldn’t spot him. He couldn’t just stay there either, that would make him look more socially awkward than he already was and he didn’t want Dean holding that over his head. He had no choice but to join the greeting party. He could see Sam and Gabriel emerge from the house and Mary and John emerge from the back yard. He made his way over slowly. Acting cool. Not running. Nope. Sam and him shared a huge hug; Mary joined, attacking them both with kisses. Even Gabriel seemed happy to see him, the traitor. Cas stood there, glaring, already noticing his cocky smile. When Dean laid eyes on him, everything grew tense. Cas could see Dean suck in a breath, which confused him, but he decided to glare on.
“Hey, pretty-boy, nice lack of shirt. I’m glad to see you still seem to have less muscle tone than Miley Cyrus,” Dean smirked.
That did not hurt, no. It just pissed him off.
Cas gave a bitter little smile before firing back.
“Nice to see you to, assbutt. You are just as arrogant as ever.” Cas did not, and didn’t think he’d ever understand what about the bigoted dumbass got so under his skin. He never reacted so strongly to anyone ever.
“God, you make me sick!,” Cas felt triumphant at the shake in Dean’s voice. At least he knew that he got under Dean’s skin the same way or worse. “Why didn’t you just go with your parents?” Dean spat out the words, with no Idea how hard that would hit. Cas lowered his head in shame. That got a growl out of Gabriel, who rarely interfered in their fights. Dean seemed to be shocked by the reaction in the atmosphere everyone seemed to lower their heads, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It’s not like they didn’t want to stand up for Cas, it’s just that they had learned to stay out of their fights.
“They have about as high of an opinion of me as you, thank you very much, you ignorant fool.”
Dean spat at Cas’s feet. No matter how much Cas felt fury, he remained stoic. He smirked a bit, and yes he could see the fear in Dean’s eyes. Cas could feel the anger radiating through him. Deans spit trickled slowly into the cracks of his toes. He got right up in Dean’s personal space, and whispered directly in his ear, making sure to punctuate every syllable. Cas ignored the strange tingly sensation he got at being so close to that pretty litt- no- hideous and overly- muscled neck of his.
“No less than two minutes of seeing me, and you are already reducing yourself to the primal act of spitting. This is going to be quite the interesting summer, Winchester.” Cas bumped him a bit with his shoulder before walking back to the house, using every fiber he had not to bolt. He clutched The Great Gatsby hard in his hand, close to his chest. As soon as he was out of sight, he bolted to the bathroom and grabbed a hot towel to wipe the spit off of his feet. He felt disgusting. It was common sense to never spit on a Germophobe.
He scrubbed hard, putting all his anger and confusing emotions into his feet until they were red and sore.
On to Chapter Two