Drabble - The Bats and the Bees
Title: The Bats and the Bees
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: G
Word Count: 700
Summary: Dean's hosting the best Halloween party of the season, and once again all anyone can talk about is Castiel's costume.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
Cas’s costumes were legendary. In fact, they upstaged every Halloween party he arrived at, including the awesome ones Dean threw, but Dean didn’t mind so much. That’s how good Cas’s fancy dress was.
His greatest hits included the following:
- A Victor/Victoria-inspired version of Queen, with one half dressed as the Queen of England and the other as Freddie Mercury;
- A carefully made door frame that surrounded him, featuring an open door marked ‘The Closet’;
- French Kiss, in which he had full Gene Simmons make up and stereotypical French accessories such as a stripy shirt and a garlic garland;
- Coming as Dean himself with a paper mache Sam at his side.
However, this year, Castiel’s costume concept was more difficult to piece together than usual. He wore a pair of wobbling antennae and an ugly sweater over a bee costume, and had Dean stumped. Knowing Castiel for years as he had, Dean could at least guess that it was probably a pun. Other than that, he was completely lost. Cas was cute anyway, though, and that was always Dean’s favourite part of any of Cas’s costume, just like his favourite part of his parties was that Cas was in his element.
He managed to get Cas alone in the library of the abandoned house Dean favoured for his parties, after a flock of hipster angels took a coffee break from fawning over his best friend. Yeah, you better leave, Dean thought at them menacingly, that’s my job.
“Batman as usual, I see,” Cas commented, a knowing smile crawling onto his lips.
Dean shrugged faux-modestly. “Someone’s gotta save Sammy from all the Jokers. And you’re…something weird but probably witty and hilarious, as usual.”
“No one knows who I am yet,” said Cas conspiratorially, grinning with glee.
“You’re a who?!”
Was there some sort of bee in Bee Movie who wore an ugly sweater? Dean couldn’t think of any famous bees, any logos with bees on them, or anything at all that Cas might be.
Hang on - Cas…bee…ugly sweater…
Cas’s eyes lit up as he watched Dean find the corners to the jigsaw, and build from the edges inwards.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Dean, suitably shocked and eerily elated. “Are you”-he was shushed by a beaming Castiel-“Are you Bill Cas-bee?”
Cas nodded, and Dean broke out into laughter.
“That’s awesome, man. You’re awesome.”
“Thank you,” Cas said, chewing on his bottom lips while he thought. Probably about next years costume, Dean reckoned, and he was proved correct when Cas continued, “Look, Dean, I’ve been thinking about what I’ll wear to next year’s party, and I was wondering…um, I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to collaborate with me on the costume.”
Collaborate? With Cas? Dean dressed as Batman every year (in the Clooney suit of course, as Dean was incapable of passing up any opportunity to show off his perky nipples), and had almost zero imagination. How did Cas think he could help?”
“Like, give you ideas or something?” he asked to clarify. “‘Cause honestly, man, you’re doing a great job on your own.”
Cas frowned and flushed. “No, that’s not it. I believe what you might call the collaboration I was picturing a ‘couple’s costume’.”
“Oh. Oh! Oh.”
Verbose was hardly a word used to describe Dean, and certainly not in that moment.
“Oh?” Cas repeated, a flinch on his features.
“Oh,” Dean explained, “like, oh, okay, I could be down for that.”
“You could?”
“Yeah, I could,” said Dean in the gentlest manner.
He twanged one of Cas’s antennae and tugged on the bottom of his ugly sweater. In return, Cas took off Dean’s half mask, revealing the eyeliner ringed around his green eyes, and flicked a plastic nipple with an illegally adorable smile on his face. Dean’s only retaliation was to reach around and grab Cas’s stinger to pull him in. It was awkward, but it was worth it when Cas stumbled into his chest like a damsel who owed Batman her life.
“Whaddaya say we stay in here for a while and teach each other about the bats and the bees?” Dean smirked, wrapping his arms around Cas’s stripy waist.
Cas rolled his eyes. “That is a terrible line. But, I would very much like that…on another night. For now, I would just like to know what it’s like to kiss the man behind the mask.”
And Dean couldn’t very well disappoint his best friend, could he?
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: G
Word Count: 700
Summary: Dean's hosting the best Halloween party of the season, and once again all anyone can talk about is Castiel's costume.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
Cas’s costumes were legendary. In fact, they upstaged every Halloween party he arrived at, including the awesome ones Dean threw, but Dean didn’t mind so much. That’s how good Cas’s fancy dress was.
His greatest hits included the following:
- A Victor/Victoria-inspired version of Queen, with one half dressed as the Queen of England and the other as Freddie Mercury;
- A carefully made door frame that surrounded him, featuring an open door marked ‘The Closet’;
- French Kiss, in which he had full Gene Simmons make up and stereotypical French accessories such as a stripy shirt and a garlic garland;
- Coming as Dean himself with a paper mache Sam at his side.
However, this year, Castiel’s costume concept was more difficult to piece together than usual. He wore a pair of wobbling antennae and an ugly sweater over a bee costume, and had Dean stumped. Knowing Castiel for years as he had, Dean could at least guess that it was probably a pun. Other than that, he was completely lost. Cas was cute anyway, though, and that was always Dean’s favourite part of any of Cas’s costume, just like his favourite part of his parties was that Cas was in his element.
He managed to get Cas alone in the library of the abandoned house Dean favoured for his parties, after a flock of hipster angels took a coffee break from fawning over his best friend. Yeah, you better leave, Dean thought at them menacingly, that’s my job.
“Batman as usual, I see,” Cas commented, a knowing smile crawling onto his lips.
Dean shrugged faux-modestly. “Someone’s gotta save Sammy from all the Jokers. And you’re…something weird but probably witty and hilarious, as usual.”
“No one knows who I am yet,” said Cas conspiratorially, grinning with glee.
“You’re a who?!”
Was there some sort of bee in Bee Movie who wore an ugly sweater? Dean couldn’t think of any famous bees, any logos with bees on them, or anything at all that Cas might be.
Hang on - Cas…bee…ugly sweater…
Cas’s eyes lit up as he watched Dean find the corners to the jigsaw, and build from the edges inwards.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Dean, suitably shocked and eerily elated. “Are you”-he was shushed by a beaming Castiel-“Are you Bill Cas-bee?”
Cas nodded, and Dean broke out into laughter.
“That’s awesome, man. You’re awesome.”
“Thank you,” Cas said, chewing on his bottom lips while he thought. Probably about next years costume, Dean reckoned, and he was proved correct when Cas continued, “Look, Dean, I’ve been thinking about what I’ll wear to next year’s party, and I was wondering…um, I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to collaborate with me on the costume.”
Collaborate? With Cas? Dean dressed as Batman every year (in the Clooney suit of course, as Dean was incapable of passing up any opportunity to show off his perky nipples), and had almost zero imagination. How did Cas think he could help?”
“Like, give you ideas or something?” he asked to clarify. “‘Cause honestly, man, you’re doing a great job on your own.”
Cas frowned and flushed. “No, that’s not it. I believe what you might call the collaboration I was picturing a ‘couple’s costume’.”
“Oh. Oh! Oh.”
Verbose was hardly a word used to describe Dean, and certainly not in that moment.
“Oh?” Cas repeated, a flinch on his features.
“Oh,” Dean explained, “like, oh, okay, I could be down for that.”
“You could?”
“Yeah, I could,” said Dean in the gentlest manner.
He twanged one of Cas’s antennae and tugged on the bottom of his ugly sweater. In return, Cas took off Dean’s half mask, revealing the eyeliner ringed around his green eyes, and flicked a plastic nipple with an illegally adorable smile on his face. Dean’s only retaliation was to reach around and grab Cas’s stinger to pull him in. It was awkward, but it was worth it when Cas stumbled into his chest like a damsel who owed Batman her life.
“Whaddaya say we stay in here for a while and teach each other about the bats and the bees?” Dean smirked, wrapping his arms around Cas’s stripy waist.
Cas rolled his eyes. “That is a terrible line. But, I would very much like that…on another night. For now, I would just like to know what it’s like to kiss the man behind the mask.”
And Dean couldn’t very well disappoint his best friend, could he?