DEW: Spilt Hairs
Title: Spilt Hairs
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, Bob
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SPN-BigPretzel DEW: Castiel + Hair
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 133
Date Written: 1 July 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dean could practically hear Castiel’s invisible feathers ruffling as they stared at the thing before him. “Dude, that’s just wrong.”
“No, it’s not. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Cas, this is why you need normal friends.”
“And I suppose,” the Angel asked, “that you would say you and Sam are normal?”
“Hell no, but we’re better than that.” Dean wrinkled his nose as Castiel retrieved napkins and set to cleaning the mess.
“Bob can’t help it that he has a condition.”
“We could shave him.”
Castiel and Bob both glared at Dean. “Dean!”
“Just for that . . . “ Bob let rip another hairball, this time on top of Dean’s shoes.
“I told you he could control it!”
“Oh, come on,” Sam spoke up, “you had that one coming!”
Castiel tisked. “Two wrongs don’t make a right, boys.”
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, Bob
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SPN-BigPretzel DEW: Castiel + Hair
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 133
Date Written: 1 July 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dean could practically hear Castiel’s invisible feathers ruffling as they stared at the thing before him. “Dude, that’s just wrong.”
“No, it’s not. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Cas, this is why you need normal friends.”
“And I suppose,” the Angel asked, “that you would say you and Sam are normal?”
“Hell no, but we’re better than that.” Dean wrinkled his nose as Castiel retrieved napkins and set to cleaning the mess.
“Bob can’t help it that he has a condition.”
“We could shave him.”
Castiel and Bob both glared at Dean. “Dean!”
“Just for that . . . “ Bob let rip another hairball, this time on top of Dean’s shoes.
“I told you he could control it!”
“Oh, come on,” Sam spoke up, “you had that one coming!”
Castiel tisked. “Two wrongs don’t make a right, boys.”
The End