[fic] scaramouche: What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie?
[ Dean/Castiel]
Title: What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie?
Writer: scaramouche / Annie D
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam, Kevin, Ellie
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]humor, fluff, schmoop, friendship, hurt/comfort, transformation, curses, first kiss, non-sexual tentacles, post-season/series 08 finale, bunker fic
Length: 16,000 words
Summary: Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.
Reccer's notes: This fic is alternatingly funny as hell or sweet as sugar because octopus!Dean is the cutest thing ever and also a freaking manace. I mean, if you suddenly have tentacles you would try to troll everyone with them, yeah? Well, Dean does. Cas doesn’t have the same freaked out reaction as everyone else and becomes the primary caretaker. Their interaction is at times serious at times sweet and often quite funny.
There’s also another reason or two why Cas is the one to take care of Dean more than anyone else, but I don’t want to spoil that because I really loved Dean’s realisation near the end of the fic. (And I don’t mean the romantic subplot, just…you’ll see.)
[Short excerpt]Kevin wanders into the kitchen not too long later, making a garbled sound as he walks in. “Cas, you have a growth on your head.”
“He wants to be mobile.” Cas doesn’t look up from where he’s cutting crabs in the sink. Dean wiggles a couple of tentacles at the kid, huffing softly at the narrow-eyed glare Kevin shoots at him. Dean misses being tall, and draping himself across Cas’ shoulders is definitely one of his better ideas. “Or he’s just bored with his bucket, who knows.”
“What, he just rock climbed his way up there?” Kevin says.
Oh, is the kid asking for a demonstration? Dean’s more than happy to oblige. He estimates the distance between them and then, once he’s made sure than Kevin is actually watching, takes a daring leap off Mt. Cas onto the counter, slides down the cabinet, and then sprints for Kevin’s feet.
Kevin screams, of course. He’s the star of this horror movie in which Dean is the thing that goes bump in the night and climbs up mouthy Prophets of the Lord. Dean does a fantastic job, if he does say so himself, sliding over flailing limbs and flapping cloth to settle around Kevin’s significantly less wide shoulders.