[Fic] Sin with a Grin - Side Story One - Share a Smile
Title: Sin with a Grin - Side Story One - Share a Smile
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Supernatural, related characters and themes do not belong to me. They belong to Kripke and Co.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, Social Drinking, Slash, Het, Dialogue Heavy, Minor OFC, Mentions of Recreational Drugs
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Balthazar/Gabriel, Sam/Jessica
Word Count: 1000
Spoilers: None for Supernatural or my fic Sin with a Grin - This fic can be read alone.
Summary: Balthazar has a small social gathering at a restaurant.
Author’s Notes: This is a little fluffy, light side story set in the same world as my long, far more angsty fic Sin with a Grin. It can be read alone, just take note of the pairings and you’ll be fine. Also, Dean’s a teacher and Sam and Cas work for the FBI where they are partners. Balthazar’s filthy rich. I wrote this to expand a photograph I described in Chapter Eleven, not necessary to know what I’m talking about but that’s where the inspiration came from. Enjoy!
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Share a Smile
“Look, Cassy, it would be shockingly simple for the government to turn everyone into zombies. Strike the right fear in the populace, provide the right ‘cure’ for the right price, and wham, bam, much obliged, Ma’am, you have a zombie army,” Balthazar was arguing valiantly, but Castiel was not persuaded.
“You are honestly trying to tell me, Little Brother, that the mass populace of the country would not be suspicious if they were given free immunizations all of a sudden?” Castiel asked critically.
“All right, perhaps that may be a wee bit bizarre for the Home of the Free and whatnot, but it isn’t outside the scope of imagination. France. England. Canada. Easy-peasey.”
“Lemon-squeezy,” Gabriel quipped, sipping his Shiraz with a vivid grin.
Dean rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t even funny the first time you said it.”
“No, but it was adorable,” Gabriel grinned. “Are you two done? Or are we going to continue our discussion about the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse?”
“Well it wouldn’t work en masse,” Castiel still insisted, either not hearing, or choosing to ignore Gabriel’s not-so-subtle hint. “There would inevitably be those who were suspicious of the immunization and refuse it. Not everyone is that easily persuaded by mainstream media.”
“Most are. That’s mainstream media’s job,” Balthazar countered. “It’s outrageous the number of times-”
“Sorry we’re late, Guys,” Sam said as he ran up, faintly out of breath and holding a clearly abashed Jessica’s hand.
Gabriel grinned, “Have a little aperitif, eh Sammy?”
“Oh ew, Dude. We don’t discuss brother-sex,” Dean grimaced. “Too many of us around this table are related.”
“Dean, get your mind out of the gutter, I was merely suggesting that Sam and young Miss Jessica stopped for a cocktail on the way,” Gabriel’s eyes flashed.
“Down boy,” Castiel drawled. “Leave them alone. Balthazar, do control your husband?”
“Gabe, I’m gonna take away your credit card if you keep on,” Balthazar said idly.
Gabriel pouted, “You’re mean. Both of you. No one ever lets me have any fun.”
“We had plenty of fun in college, Gabriel. Now, unfortunately, we have to be grown-ups,” Castiel countered.
“Well you do,” Gabriel said petulantly.
“What kind of fun in college?” Jessica asked, intrigued. It was the first she’d heard of this. She had always assumed Castiel had been straight-laced from the cradle.
“Far too many recreational drugs, decadence, and indiscretions,” Castiel replied, then caught sight of Dean’s tight expression. “Perhaps, though, that’s not polite dinner talk.”
“Like pot?” Jessica wrinkled her nose and everyone thought she was adorable for it. “I mean, who didn’t in college?”
“Jess!” Sam choked on his surprise, grinning. “Seriously?”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “You aren’t actually surprised, are you, Sam? I did have a life before you, and I wasn’t exactly in the running to be crowned Miss Innocent. You know that Katy Perry song?” Jessica grinned wickedly, “Let’s just say I can relate.”
“Which one?” the men asked curiously, and perhaps with unhealthy interest.
Jessica hummed a few bars of “I Kissed a Girl” but made no move to respond any clearer than that.
“Respect, so much right now,” Dean grinned at his brother’s girlfriend.
Jessica winked at Dean, before picking up her menu and browsing it.
Perhaps subconsciously, Dean began humming as well and everyone spared him a startled look.
“What?” Dean asked defensively, feeling their eyes on him. “It’s was all over the radio for a while, guys. I mean come on.” Everyone continued to stare. “Jess started it!” Dean said quickly.
Their waitress came over, dressed impeccably in a black knee-length skirt, black waistcoat, and neatly pressed white blouse. Her hair was held back in a professional bun. They expected cool reserve but were startled when she said sunnily, “Everyone here then? Great!” She looked around the table and shot Jess a sympathetic look. “Oh, Sweetie, seriously?”
Jessica nodded, “Yes, well, half of them are gay.”
The waitress’ eyebrows shot up to her hairline before she let out a light laugh. “I suppose that’s all right then. If there’s too much testosterone, though, you let me know. I do a mean escape plan.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jessica smiled.
Female-bonding complete, the waitress turned professional again - but still polite - and asked, “What can I get you two to drink?”
“Vodka-cran, please,” Jessica requested.
“Um, whatever you have on tap,” Sam said uncertainly.
“Domestic, imported, or microbrewery?” the waitress asked gaily.
“Ah…” Sam glanced quickly around the table, landed on Cas, who looked to be drinking the only thing that wasn’t brightly coloured or water, and gestured, “What he’s drinking.”
“Rickard’s Red, imported from Canada. I’m not a beer drinker, but that and Stella I can handle,” the waitress said. “Be right back.”
“Balthazar got me on it,” Castiel explained.
“You’re welcome,” Balthazar said.
“So you’re responsible for the restaurant choice then,” Sam inferred.
“Guilty. No regrets,” Balthazar grinned.
“I’m still upset I have to wear a tie - On my day off,” Dean muttered.
“You and me both,” Castiel said with a huff. He had been fighting with the urge to loosen his noose all night, but Balthazar’s quelling glares kept his itching hand at bay.
“We’re celebrating,” Balthazar said, and from his tone, Sam gathered he’d repeated it several times before he and Jess stumbled in.
“What are we celebrating?” Jessica asked. “Not that Sam and I don’t appreciate the invitation, of course. It was really nice for you to let us come along.”
“Pish-posh, you’re family,” Balthazar waved the thanks off. “As for what we’re celebrating, I’ve not decided yet. Just wait, though, I’m certain it will come to me.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s what you said last time.”
“He does this a lot,” Gabriel explained when he caught sight of Jessica’s bemused expression. “We’ve stopped worrying. He always pays, so we go along with it.”
“Cas, your brother is weird,” Sam said, though there was no ire or heat behind it.
“Don’t I know it,” Castiel smiled back. “Though with him around, I get an awful lot of free meals and as much fancy imported beer as I like, so I’m not about to complain.”
“And you shouldn’t,” Balthazar said archly. “Ah ha! I know what we’re celebrating!”
“Oh?” Dean raised a brow. “Do tell.”
“Family,” Balthazar answered simply.
The waitress’ return seemed perfectly planned after that proclamation, and she set Jessica’s and Sam’s drinks down just in time for them to pick them up and toast with the others.
That seemed like a pretty damn good thing to celebrate.
End
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Supernatural, related characters and themes do not belong to me. They belong to Kripke and Co.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, Social Drinking, Slash, Het, Dialogue Heavy, Minor OFC, Mentions of Recreational Drugs
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Balthazar/Gabriel, Sam/Jessica
Word Count: 1000
Spoilers: None for Supernatural or my fic Sin with a Grin - This fic can be read alone.
Summary: Balthazar has a small social gathering at a restaurant.
Author’s Notes: This is a little fluffy, light side story set in the same world as my long, far more angsty fic Sin with a Grin. It can be read alone, just take note of the pairings and you’ll be fine. Also, Dean’s a teacher and Sam and Cas work for the FBI where they are partners. Balthazar’s filthy rich. I wrote this to expand a photograph I described in Chapter Eleven, not necessary to know what I’m talking about but that’s where the inspiration came from. Enjoy!
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Share a Smile
“Look, Cassy, it would be shockingly simple for the government to turn everyone into zombies. Strike the right fear in the populace, provide the right ‘cure’ for the right price, and wham, bam, much obliged, Ma’am, you have a zombie army,” Balthazar was arguing valiantly, but Castiel was not persuaded.
“You are honestly trying to tell me, Little Brother, that the mass populace of the country would not be suspicious if they were given free immunizations all of a sudden?” Castiel asked critically.
“All right, perhaps that may be a wee bit bizarre for the Home of the Free and whatnot, but it isn’t outside the scope of imagination. France. England. Canada. Easy-peasey.”
“Lemon-squeezy,” Gabriel quipped, sipping his Shiraz with a vivid grin.
Dean rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t even funny the first time you said it.”
“No, but it was adorable,” Gabriel grinned. “Are you two done? Or are we going to continue our discussion about the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse?”
“Well it wouldn’t work en masse,” Castiel still insisted, either not hearing, or choosing to ignore Gabriel’s not-so-subtle hint. “There would inevitably be those who were suspicious of the immunization and refuse it. Not everyone is that easily persuaded by mainstream media.”
“Most are. That’s mainstream media’s job,” Balthazar countered. “It’s outrageous the number of times-”
“Sorry we’re late, Guys,” Sam said as he ran up, faintly out of breath and holding a clearly abashed Jessica’s hand.
Gabriel grinned, “Have a little aperitif, eh Sammy?”
“Oh ew, Dude. We don’t discuss brother-sex,” Dean grimaced. “Too many of us around this table are related.”
“Dean, get your mind out of the gutter, I was merely suggesting that Sam and young Miss Jessica stopped for a cocktail on the way,” Gabriel’s eyes flashed.
“Down boy,” Castiel drawled. “Leave them alone. Balthazar, do control your husband?”
“Gabe, I’m gonna take away your credit card if you keep on,” Balthazar said idly.
Gabriel pouted, “You’re mean. Both of you. No one ever lets me have any fun.”
“We had plenty of fun in college, Gabriel. Now, unfortunately, we have to be grown-ups,” Castiel countered.
“Well you do,” Gabriel said petulantly.
“What kind of fun in college?” Jessica asked, intrigued. It was the first she’d heard of this. She had always assumed Castiel had been straight-laced from the cradle.
“Far too many recreational drugs, decadence, and indiscretions,” Castiel replied, then caught sight of Dean’s tight expression. “Perhaps, though, that’s not polite dinner talk.”
“Like pot?” Jessica wrinkled her nose and everyone thought she was adorable for it. “I mean, who didn’t in college?”
“Jess!” Sam choked on his surprise, grinning. “Seriously?”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “You aren’t actually surprised, are you, Sam? I did have a life before you, and I wasn’t exactly in the running to be crowned Miss Innocent. You know that Katy Perry song?” Jessica grinned wickedly, “Let’s just say I can relate.”
“Which one?” the men asked curiously, and perhaps with unhealthy interest.
Jessica hummed a few bars of “I Kissed a Girl” but made no move to respond any clearer than that.
“Respect, so much right now,” Dean grinned at his brother’s girlfriend.
Jessica winked at Dean, before picking up her menu and browsing it.
Perhaps subconsciously, Dean began humming as well and everyone spared him a startled look.
“What?” Dean asked defensively, feeling their eyes on him. “It’s was all over the radio for a while, guys. I mean come on.” Everyone continued to stare. “Jess started it!” Dean said quickly.
Their waitress came over, dressed impeccably in a black knee-length skirt, black waistcoat, and neatly pressed white blouse. Her hair was held back in a professional bun. They expected cool reserve but were startled when she said sunnily, “Everyone here then? Great!” She looked around the table and shot Jess a sympathetic look. “Oh, Sweetie, seriously?”
Jessica nodded, “Yes, well, half of them are gay.”
The waitress’ eyebrows shot up to her hairline before she let out a light laugh. “I suppose that’s all right then. If there’s too much testosterone, though, you let me know. I do a mean escape plan.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jessica smiled.
Female-bonding complete, the waitress turned professional again - but still polite - and asked, “What can I get you two to drink?”
“Vodka-cran, please,” Jessica requested.
“Um, whatever you have on tap,” Sam said uncertainly.
“Domestic, imported, or microbrewery?” the waitress asked gaily.
“Ah…” Sam glanced quickly around the table, landed on Cas, who looked to be drinking the only thing that wasn’t brightly coloured or water, and gestured, “What he’s drinking.”
“Rickard’s Red, imported from Canada. I’m not a beer drinker, but that and Stella I can handle,” the waitress said. “Be right back.”
“Balthazar got me on it,” Castiel explained.
“You’re welcome,” Balthazar said.
“So you’re responsible for the restaurant choice then,” Sam inferred.
“Guilty. No regrets,” Balthazar grinned.
“I’m still upset I have to wear a tie - On my day off,” Dean muttered.
“You and me both,” Castiel said with a huff. He had been fighting with the urge to loosen his noose all night, but Balthazar’s quelling glares kept his itching hand at bay.
“We’re celebrating,” Balthazar said, and from his tone, Sam gathered he’d repeated it several times before he and Jess stumbled in.
“What are we celebrating?” Jessica asked. “Not that Sam and I don’t appreciate the invitation, of course. It was really nice for you to let us come along.”
“Pish-posh, you’re family,” Balthazar waved the thanks off. “As for what we’re celebrating, I’ve not decided yet. Just wait, though, I’m certain it will come to me.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s what you said last time.”
“He does this a lot,” Gabriel explained when he caught sight of Jessica’s bemused expression. “We’ve stopped worrying. He always pays, so we go along with it.”
“Cas, your brother is weird,” Sam said, though there was no ire or heat behind it.
“Don’t I know it,” Castiel smiled back. “Though with him around, I get an awful lot of free meals and as much fancy imported beer as I like, so I’m not about to complain.”
“And you shouldn’t,” Balthazar said archly. “Ah ha! I know what we’re celebrating!”
“Oh?” Dean raised a brow. “Do tell.”
“Family,” Balthazar answered simply.
The waitress’ return seemed perfectly planned after that proclamation, and she set Jessica’s and Sam’s drinks down just in time for them to pick them up and toast with the others.
That seemed like a pretty damn good thing to celebrate.
End