A/N Um. The only defence I have is it is currently 5:10 am and I just typed and then typed a bit more. _______
“DEEEAN,” Sam yells from the foot of Bobby's staircase, “You had better not be doing what I think you are doing. And you had better not be doing it on my laptop!” Sam pulls a face and shudders at the memories of suspiciously sticky keys and a browser history that would have made a lumberjack blush.
Dean glances up from the laptop screen and gives the closed door of Bobby's spare room a dirty look. “Yeah, yeah” he calls back, “researching here if you don't mind.” Dammit. Now he's lost his thread...again.
“Dude. I do not think our line of work requires you to research 'You've got Shemale' or whatever it's called” Comes the reply.
Dean ignores the attempt to embarrass him into giving up the laptop. He's been up here in this poky, stuffy room since morning and all he has to show for it are pages and pages of half typed paragraphs, a headache and a backspace key that now reads ' acls ace'. Sammy's gonna add that to his list of bitching no doubt.
“Dean?.... Dean are you listening to me?”
Dean grunts out an irritated expletive and this time the bedroom door receives an obscene hand gesture for its trouble. Irked, he puts on his best 'Im really not losing my temper with you' voice... “Hey Sam will you do me a favour?” He calls back imagining Sam, a floor below clinging onto the bannister like he were a...a...Fuck, he can't even come up with something to describe his whining brother now.
He's about to continue with a request involving the words 'fuck' and 'off' but he pauses when he hears Bobby's muted voice rumbling away downstairs. Whatever it is, it must have been to Sam as the interruptions to his thoughts cease and he can hear clumping footsteps leading away from the foot of the stairs.
Inhaling, he looks back at the open word document before him. His fingers spread spiderlike over the keys as he reviews what he has written. Then frustrated, he holds down the backspace key.... again.
How difficult can it be?
All he wants to do is make an admission. No, not an admission, he tried that in paragraph 35 and it didn't fit there either. What Dean wants to do is tell Castiel, weird, strange, awesome Castiel that he....
“Shit, shit, shit” The bedsprings creak in protest when one Dean Winchester flops backwards onto the mattress they support. The ceiling looks him square in the eye and says 'forget the letter writing and indirect crap and just tell the angel how you feel, you stupid human'.
Yeah, maybe just coming straight out and saying it is the best approach, he considers. Then he considers a pair of blue eyes widening in disgusted horror, a flutter of ruffled feathers and never seeing Castiel again, well not unless Sam is there to restrain his kinky, sex pest, angel bothering brother that is.
Ok, the direct approach is out. Most definitely.
Taking a deep breath, he pulls himself upright and hunkers over the keyboard again.
Dear Cas Do you remember the other day when we were in the diner and I said there were two things I loved more than Pie? Well we all know that Sammy is one of them and I was going to tell you what the other one was only Sammy slipped and fell over in that puddle of coke on his way back from the bathroom and the waitress fell on top of him and tried to slip him the tongue and I couldn't stop laughing? Well the other thing I wanted to tell you that I love more than pie is you. I'm pretty sure.
Dean xxx ps I don't think you are a 'thing' by the way.
Dean clicked on the 'save' button for the umpteenth time. It wasn't how he really wanted to say it but it was better than his previous abortive efforts.
Dear Cas I'm really sorry I was so pissy with you the last time you came back from heaven. I know you have a lot of butts to kick into shape up there. The thing is though, when you are away I kinda feel lonely and like something is missing. I don't think you are a fucking weird, blue-eyed, disappearing, unreliable, winged, fucking fairy. I just said that because I missed you and I was upset.
Dean xxx ps yes I know that fairies come with wings by default just like angels, but thank you for reminding me every time I say it.. pps I love you.
Another click on the save button, it could be revised, but still not right.
Dear Cas I thought that seeing as you are practically family now, maybe you would like to choose some stuff to listen to in the car. Do you like Knights in white satin by The Moody Blues? Or Maybe Could it be magic by Take That (I know Barry Manilow sang the original, but I prefer their version). What about Angels by Robbie Williams?....No not that one, forget that, no one in their right mind likes that song. Just let me know what you like and maybe we can try it. Just when you and me are in the car on our own, or Sammy will bitch because he doesn't get a chance to choose.
Dean xxx ps Do not tell Sammy I know these songs pps have you heard 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails? ppps Do not tell Sammy I have even heard of Barry Mani-
Dean almost jumps out of his skin when he hears the gentle knocking at the door. “Wa..Wait, just a second” he squawks as he hits the save button again and hurriedly closes the lid on the laptop. “Jesus Sammy, will you give me a freaking momen-.”
“It isn't your brother, it is me, Castiel,” the door announces solemnly.
“Cas!” Dean yelps as he slides the laptop onto the bed and rushes to yank the door open. “When did you get back?” He asks sliding his arms around the angels' shoulders and pulling him in for a fractionally over long hug.
“About an hour ago, I was downstairs with Bobby and Sam. I thought it best not to intrude when you were so busy.”
“Oh, oh, don't worry about that...I was just..ah...researching” Dean mutters and glances at the laptop while a slight redness blooms on his cheeks.
“Are you alright Dean?” Cas asks, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.
Oh god those eyes. The ceiling was right, it's now or never.
“I am now,” he grins sheepishly as he practically drags Castiel into the room and closes the door. “Look Cas, there's something I want to tell you...um.. sit down.”
Cas does as he is bidden and takes a seat on the bed.
“Ah Cas.”
“Yes Dean?”
Dean begins to pace what floor space there is with the double bed taking up most of the room. Oh god the double bed... with an angel sitting on it.
“Look, you know how lately I've been a bit...”
“Short tempered? Awkward? Romantic?” Cas supplies with what for him passes as a grin pressed to his lips.
“Yeah that. No wait.” Dean pauses in his travels across the carpet briefly. “What do you mean short tempered?....Anyway I..”
“Dean sit down.”
“You see Cas the thing is. I, well I really...” He runs a hand through his hair and realises it's shaking.
“Dean. Sit down.”
”..like you as a friend and all and well you're practically family...sort of...no, maybe not,” he shrugs nervously. “I mean, you've had my back almost as much as Sammy has and I trust you with my life, hell you brought me back to life..” Oh god, he's babbling now but no dam is going to stem this flood, not now, not after all this time.
“Hello Dean? Can you hear me?” Not for the first time in the last few months, Castiel wonders if he is witnessing a mental breakdown.
“So yeah there is something really important that I need to tell you and I'm not sure if you are gonn-.”
“Oh for goodness sake.” Cas is on his feet and and halting Dean's increasingly frantic pacing with a strong grip around his wrist. And then an arm snaking around his waist and then a kiss placed gently on his partly open mouth. Green eyes widen briefly, then flutter closed.
Far too soon in Dean's opinion, the angel pulls out of the kiss. Two pairs of eyes filled with promise lock onto each other. “I love you too Dean.” Cas whispers.
“You. You What?”
There is a flicker of amusement on his face as he says as he pulls a thick sheaf of typed A4 sheets from beneath his trench coat and throws them on the bed. “I have a message for you from your brother,” A slight crease appears on Cas' brow as he pretends to remember Sam's exact words and the way in which they were gleefully spoken. “He says, hey, Barry Manilow, learn the difference between the print, the save as and the save icons and you owe Bobby a ream of printer paper.”
“Hello Dean? Can you hear me?” Not for the first time in the last few months, Castiel wonders if he is witnessing a mental breakdown.
Oh my god... I'm kind of laughing like a crazy person right now.
My heart, it is rejoicing. This turns my crappy evening right around, seriously. I was ready to carve obscenities into the walls earlier, but now I kind of want to cuddle Dean & Cas like they're fuzzy bunnies. :)
Noooooo, no dying of embarrassment, this is exactly what the meme is for, cute schmoopy fluff! Seriously, I love these kinds of stories so much, and yours was adorable. Those messages... and he hit the print button!
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“DEEEAN,” Sam yells from the foot of Bobby's staircase, “You had better not be doing what I think you are doing. And you had better not be doing it on my laptop!” Sam pulls a face and shudders at the memories of suspiciously sticky keys and a browser history that would have made a lumberjack blush.
Dean glances up from the laptop screen and gives the closed door of Bobby's spare room a dirty look. “Yeah, yeah” he calls back, “researching here if you don't mind.” Dammit. Now he's lost his thread...again.
“Dude. I do not think our line of work requires you to research 'You've got Shemale' or whatever it's called” Comes the reply.
Dean ignores the attempt to embarrass him into giving up the laptop. He's been up here in this poky, stuffy room since morning and all he has to show for it are pages and pages of half typed paragraphs, a headache and a backspace key that now reads ' acls ace'. Sammy's gonna add that to his list of bitching no doubt.
“Dean?.... Dean are you listening to me?”
Dean grunts out an irritated expletive and this time the bedroom door receives an obscene hand gesture for its trouble. Irked, he puts on his best 'Im really not losing my temper with you' voice... “Hey Sam will you do me a favour?” He calls back imagining Sam, a floor below clinging onto the bannister like he were a...a...Fuck, he can't even come up with something to describe his whining brother now.
He's about to continue with a request involving the words 'fuck' and 'off' but he pauses when he hears Bobby's muted voice rumbling away downstairs. Whatever it is, it must have been to Sam as the interruptions to his thoughts cease and he can hear clumping footsteps leading away from the foot of the stairs.
Inhaling, he looks back at the open word document before him. His fingers spread spiderlike over the keys as he reviews what he has written. Then frustrated, he holds down the backspace key.... again.
How difficult can it be?
All he wants to do is make an admission. No, not an admission, he tried that in paragraph 35 and it didn't fit there either. What Dean wants to do is tell Castiel, weird, strange, awesome Castiel that he....
“Shit, shit, shit” The bedsprings creak in protest when one Dean Winchester flops backwards onto the mattress they support. The ceiling looks him square in the eye and says 'forget the letter writing and indirect crap and just tell the angel how you feel, you stupid human'.
Yeah, maybe just coming straight out and saying it is the best approach, he considers. Then he considers a pair of blue eyes widening in disgusted horror, a flutter of ruffled feathers and never seeing Castiel again, well not unless Sam is there to restrain his kinky, sex pest, angel bothering brother that is.
Ok, the direct approach is out. Most definitely.
Taking a deep breath, he pulls himself upright and hunkers over the keyboard again.
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Do you remember the other day when we were in the diner and I said there were two things I loved more than Pie? Well we all know that Sammy is one of them and I was going to tell you what the other one was only Sammy slipped and fell over in that puddle of coke on his way back from the bathroom and the waitress fell on top of him and tried to slip him the tongue and I couldn't stop laughing? Well the other thing I wanted to tell you that I love more than pie is you. I'm pretty sure.
Dean
xxx
ps I don't think you are a 'thing' by the way.
Dean clicked on the 'save' button for the umpteenth time. It wasn't how he really wanted to say it but it was better than his previous abortive efforts.
Dear Cas
I'm really sorry I was so pissy with you the last time you came back from heaven. I know you have a lot of butts to kick into shape up there. The thing is though, when you are away I kinda feel lonely and like something is missing. I don't think you are a fucking weird, blue-eyed, disappearing, unreliable, winged, fucking fairy. I just said that because I missed you and I was upset.
Dean
xxx
ps yes I know that fairies come with wings by default just like angels, but thank you for reminding me every time I say it..
pps I love you.
Another click on the save button, it could be revised, but still not right.
Dear Cas
I thought that seeing as you are practically family now, maybe you would like to choose some stuff to listen to in the car. Do you like Knights in white satin by The Moody Blues? Or Maybe Could it be magic by Take That (I know Barry Manilow sang the original, but I prefer their version). What about Angels by Robbie Williams?....No not that one, forget that, no one in their right mind likes that song. Just let me know what you like and maybe we can try it. Just when you and me are in the car on our own, or Sammy will bitch because he doesn't get a chance to choose.
Dean
xxx
ps Do not tell Sammy I know these songs
pps have you heard 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails?
ppps Do not tell Sammy I have even heard of Barry Mani-
Dean almost jumps out of his skin when he hears the gentle knocking at the door. “Wa..Wait, just a second” he squawks as he hits the save button again and hurriedly closes the lid on the laptop. “Jesus Sammy, will you give me a freaking momen-.”
“It isn't your brother, it is me, Castiel,” the door announces solemnly.
“Cas!” Dean yelps as he slides the laptop onto the bed and rushes to yank the door open. “When did you get back?” He asks sliding his arms around the angels' shoulders and pulling him in for a fractionally over long hug.
“About an hour ago, I was downstairs with Bobby and Sam. I thought it best not to intrude when you were so busy.”
“Oh, oh, don't worry about that...I was just..ah...researching” Dean mutters and glances at the laptop while a slight redness blooms on his cheeks.
“Are you alright Dean?” Cas asks, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.
Oh god those eyes. The ceiling was right, it's now or never.
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Cas does as he is bidden and takes a seat on the bed.
“Ah Cas.”
“Yes Dean?”
Dean begins to pace what floor space there is with the double bed taking up most of the room. Oh god the double bed... with an angel sitting on it.
“Look, you know how lately I've been a bit...”
“Short tempered? Awkward? Romantic?” Cas supplies with what for him passes as a grin pressed to his lips.
“Yeah that. No wait.” Dean pauses in his travels across the carpet briefly. “What do you mean short tempered?....Anyway I..”
“Dean sit down.”
“You see Cas the thing is. I, well I really...” He runs a hand through his hair and realises it's shaking.
“Dean. Sit down.”
”..like you as a friend and all and well you're practically family...sort of...no, maybe not,” he shrugs nervously. “I mean, you've had my back almost as much as Sammy has and I trust you with my life, hell you brought me back to life..” Oh god, he's babbling now but no dam is going to stem this flood, not now, not after all this time.
“Hello Dean? Can you hear me?” Not for the first time in the last few months, Castiel wonders if he is witnessing a mental breakdown.
“So yeah there is something really important that I need to tell you and I'm not sure if you are gonn-.”
“Oh for goodness sake.” Cas is on his feet and and halting Dean's increasingly frantic pacing with a strong grip around his wrist. And then an arm snaking around his waist and then a kiss placed gently on his partly open mouth. Green eyes widen briefly, then flutter closed.
Far too soon in Dean's opinion, the angel pulls out of the kiss. Two pairs of eyes filled with promise lock onto each other. “I love you too Dean.” Cas whispers.
“You. You What?”
There is a flicker of amusement on his face as he says as he pulls a thick sheaf of typed A4 sheets from beneath his trench coat and throws them on the bed. “I have a message for you from your brother,” A slight crease appears on Cas' brow as he pretends to remember Sam's exact words and the way in which they were gleefully spoken. “He says, hey, Barry Manilow, learn the difference between the print, the save as and the save icons and you owe Bobby a ream of printer paper.”
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Oh my god... I'm kind of laughing like a crazy person right now.
My heart, it is rejoicing. This turns my crappy evening right around, seriously. I was ready to carve obscenities into the walls earlier, but now I kind of want to cuddle Dean & Cas like they're fuzzy bunnies. :)
Thank you so so so much, I love it!
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*dies of laughter all over again*
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I must admit that Castiel has caused me to play "Closer" by NIN on more than one occasion!!!
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Lmao! Poor Dean, Cas will have to comfort him now.
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