Teammates (026)
Title: Teammates
Author: sa-kun
Fandom: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 422
Prompt: 026, teammates.
Summary: In which Deam and Sam are a little bit fed up with Castiel's act.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spoilers up to book 7 (HP), spoilers for season 4 & 5 (S05E08) of SPN. Part of my crossover series: start here.
Castiel was acting off. Well, odder than usual even for him. Coming and going at strange hours, spending more money on his phone so he could talk to frigging Harry than Dean really had in the first place. Being chatted up and getting more numbers than Dean and Sam normally managed together. It wasn't like he even did anything, just put them in a little pile in the backseat of the Impala before flying off.
Then he started picking up stuff. Useless stuff. Blankets and pillows - not the kind of thing Sam and him usually bothered with beyond making sure they could survive a night in the car every now and then. But the stuff Castiel picked up… What'd he need with a feather boa, anyway? The dude was, like, perpetually dressed in the same clothes all the time.
It was just plain weird, and a little freaky.
They'd just banished a demon in the penthouse suite of a hotel, but instead of busting them out like Castiel'd said he'd do to get them all away from the security team Dean had no doubt was rushing to check out the disturbance, the angel was calmly and methodically picking the room clean of blankets, pillows, cushions and comforters.
"Cas, what the hell are you doing? We need to get out of here."
Castiel moved his head to glare at Dean, but didn't stop meticulously folding what had to be the twelfth fucking blanket he'd lifted from somewhere in the rooms. "You would not understand," Castiel eventually declared, snapping yet another freaking pillow over from somewhere.
He had a good sized pile of them on the floor, all spread out on a large sheet.
As if on cue, someone started pounding on the door.
"Cas," Sam snapped, throwing a worried eye at the door.
Castiel took on his most affronted expression to date. For a moment, it looked like he was seriously contemplating letting all the guards in, then incapacitating them. In the end, though, he just quickly pulled the sheet together in a makeshift bag, everything he'd taken folded neatly inside it.
"Let's go," he declared.
Sam and Dean arrived in the motel room across town they'd rented three days ago, with no sign of Castiel in sight.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled.
"Yeah, I mean, seriously? What's he up to?" Sam wondered even as he started gathering their bags.
"Hell if I know," Dean muttered. "Come on, let's go."
"Bobby's?"
"Yeah, let's see what he's dug up on the frigging Apocalypse."
Sequel: Parents
Author: sa-kun
Fandom: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 422
Prompt: 026, teammates.
Summary: In which Deam and Sam are a little bit fed up with Castiel's act.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spoilers up to book 7 (HP), spoilers for season 4 & 5 (S05E08) of SPN. Part of my crossover series: start here.
Castiel was acting off. Well, odder than usual even for him. Coming and going at strange hours, spending more money on his phone so he could talk to frigging Harry than Dean really had in the first place. Being chatted up and getting more numbers than Dean and Sam normally managed together. It wasn't like he even did anything, just put them in a little pile in the backseat of the Impala before flying off.
Then he started picking up stuff. Useless stuff. Blankets and pillows - not the kind of thing Sam and him usually bothered with beyond making sure they could survive a night in the car every now and then. But the stuff Castiel picked up… What'd he need with a feather boa, anyway? The dude was, like, perpetually dressed in the same clothes all the time.
It was just plain weird, and a little freaky.
They'd just banished a demon in the penthouse suite of a hotel, but instead of busting them out like Castiel'd said he'd do to get them all away from the security team Dean had no doubt was rushing to check out the disturbance, the angel was calmly and methodically picking the room clean of blankets, pillows, cushions and comforters.
"Cas, what the hell are you doing? We need to get out of here."
Castiel moved his head to glare at Dean, but didn't stop meticulously folding what had to be the twelfth fucking blanket he'd lifted from somewhere in the rooms. "You would not understand," Castiel eventually declared, snapping yet another freaking pillow over from somewhere.
He had a good sized pile of them on the floor, all spread out on a large sheet.
As if on cue, someone started pounding on the door.
"Cas," Sam snapped, throwing a worried eye at the door.
Castiel took on his most affronted expression to date. For a moment, it looked like he was seriously contemplating letting all the guards in, then incapacitating them. In the end, though, he just quickly pulled the sheet together in a makeshift bag, everything he'd taken folded neatly inside it.
"Let's go," he declared.
Sam and Dean arrived in the motel room across town they'd rented three days ago, with no sign of Castiel in sight.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled.
"Yeah, I mean, seriously? What's he up to?" Sam wondered even as he started gathering their bags.
"Hell if I know," Dean muttered. "Come on, let's go."
"Bobby's?"
"Yeah, let's see what he's dug up on the frigging Apocalypse."
Sequel: Parents