Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (9/?)whit_meruleMay 17 2012, 08:56:41 UTC
[I'm sorry.This is really not bending itself properly to the whole comment-fic length thing.]
“Hey, Cas. What’s with the Dean-avoidance?” Sam tossed Castiel a large packet of rolled oats for the shopping basket, and Castiel peered at it with benevolent curiosity. “I mean, you’re sitting around with me like there’s nowhere else you’re ever gonna need to be, then Dean comes to the door and you make like a tree.”
Castiel smiled at him, a little vacantly, and made a thoughtful noise. “Cats,” he pronounced after a moment.
“I don’t follow you, man.”
Lucifer lifted an eye delicately in their direction, smirked to himself, and went back to reading food labels as if they were particularly interesting bugs. Sam ignored him.
“I didn’t follow you either,” Castiel pointed out serenely. Hold on. Was he playing up this whole spaced-out thing as a reproach?
Sam gave him a Look, and some canned vegetables. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the half twinkle under those sly dark lashes.
“Cats in a storm. They seek out the cat flap.” Castiel looked so very pleased with himself for the explanation that Sam felt kind of guilty for still not getting it. “Dean is angry when he sees me. So I don’t let him see me. This one contains the poison,” he added, handing the can of red kidney beans (seriously?) back to Sam.
Sam sighed. “Great. They’ve struck the canned vegetables. We’re going to have to start hitting the wholefood and organics shops big time when we’re in, you know, a town large enough to have them.”
Castiel looked thoughtful.
“The ubiquitous grain of corn,” Lucifer drawled, eyes sparkling. “Do you think they realise that ninety percent of the beef in their product is processed corn, and the rest is rat and the entrails of pig?”
“Thanks, man. Really,” Sam said drily. “Because I needed to feel better about the state of our groceries.”
Lucifer smiled like an angel. Then he whispered something in Castiel’s ear.
That night, when they both had turned their backs for a moment, three large pizzas appeared on the motel table, steaming hot from the oven. Beside them was a small note in Castiel’s neat, slanting hand.
They’re from Italy.
Dean gave them an angry look, then a sad one. But he did eat.
Re: Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (9/?)whit_meruleMay 17 2012, 11:05:35 UTC
Likewise. *eyes the wayward boys*
Lucifer. Sam. Cas. Stoppit. I have OTHER FIC to write.
... granted, in that fic, Lucifer is dead and Sam is stuck in canine form and Castiel is elsewhere for weeks, so I can see why they might collectively have ulterior motives here.
“Hey, Cas. What’s with the Dean-avoidance?” Sam tossed Castiel a large packet of rolled oats for the shopping basket, and Castiel peered at it with benevolent curiosity. “I mean, you’re sitting around with me like there’s nowhere else you’re ever gonna need to be, then Dean comes to the door and you make like a tree.”
Castiel smiled at him, a little vacantly, and made a thoughtful noise. “Cats,” he pronounced after a moment.
“I don’t follow you, man.”
Lucifer lifted an eye delicately in their direction, smirked to himself, and went back to reading food labels as if they were particularly interesting bugs. Sam ignored him.
“I didn’t follow you either,” Castiel pointed out serenely. Hold on. Was he playing up this whole spaced-out thing as a reproach?
Sam gave him a Look, and some canned vegetables. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the half twinkle under those sly dark lashes.
“Cats in a storm. They seek out the cat flap.” Castiel looked so very pleased with himself for the explanation that Sam felt kind of guilty for still not getting it. “Dean is angry when he sees me. So I don’t let him see me. This one contains the poison,” he added, handing the can of red kidney beans (seriously?) back to Sam.
Sam sighed. “Great. They’ve struck the canned vegetables. We’re going to have to start hitting the wholefood and organics shops big time when we’re in, you know, a town large enough to have them.”
Castiel looked thoughtful.
“The ubiquitous grain of corn,” Lucifer drawled, eyes sparkling. “Do you think they realise that ninety percent of the beef in their product is processed corn, and the rest is rat and the entrails of pig?”
“Thanks, man. Really,” Sam said drily. “Because I needed to feel better about the state of our groceries.”
Lucifer smiled like an angel. Then he whispered something in Castiel’s ear.
That night, when they both had turned their backs for a moment, three large pizzas appeared on the motel table, steaming hot from the oven. Beside them was a small note in Castiel’s neat, slanting hand.
They’re from Italy.
Dean gave them an angry look, then a sad one. But he did eat.
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Lucifer. Sam. Cas. Stoppit. I have OTHER FIC to write.
... granted, in that fic, Lucifer is dead and Sam is stuck in canine form and Castiel is elsewhere for weeks, so I can see why they might collectively have ulterior motives here.
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