And Please Say To Me [1/1]emerald_embersNovember 7 2009, 23:39:54 UTC
It probably wouldn't have seemed quite as weird if Castiel had just gone ahead and, well, done it.
Having Castiel clear his throat, stand up straight, and say to him in all sincerity, "I would like to hold your hand. May I?"
Oh, yeah, and the fact Dean was still in the room was another thing Sam could have lived without. "Er, maybe... later?"
Castiel nodded before disappearing, and Sam wondered, not for the first time, or the hundredth, or even the thousandth, when his life had got this weird.
Dean loved it. Not least because the Impala still had a handful of dad's tapes, amongst which a certain Beatles' record might have been included, and which Dean might have started putting on every time Castiel turned up in the back seat.
Every. Single. Time.
The problem was, Castiel took "Maybe later" as "Definitely later", likely because being an angel and all, 'later' in human years didn't seem particularly long at all.
The other problem was that Castiel was quite happy and quiet about the whole thing; Sam might as well have said 'maybe' to a proposal of marriage for all the contentment and joy the angel currently radiated.
He figured he'd have to cave anyway, even if Dean refused to piss off for the duration of the hand holding. They pulled over; Sam climbed into the back of the Impala with Castiel, trying not to think about what normally happened whenever more than one person at a time happened to be in the back of the Impala, wiped imaginary sweat off on his jeans, and extended his hand to Castiel.
Who, in accordance with the rules of hand-holding, gripped it back, smiling all the while. And... non-creepily smiling. And he had a decent, firm grip, not a creepy limp-wristed grip, and had dry, clean, warm hands.
It... wasn't bad. Weird. Really weird. But not bad.
Dean turned the music up and carried on driving, laughing his head off, and Castiel continued to hold Sam's hand for the remainder of the journey; long enough that Sam started to forget about the weirdness of having an angel hold his hand. It was comfortable enough. And... kind of nice, in an abstract, non-sexual human contact sort of way.
He knew he wasn't going to live it down but when it was finally time to pull over, Sam figured he didn't really have much of another choice; let go of Castiel's hand himself, patted the angel on the shoulder, and said, "We should probably do that again sometime."
Sam smiled; Castiel smiled; Dean curled up in tears from laughing so hard.
Re: And Please Say To Me [1/1]emerald_embersNovember 8 2009, 01:28:41 UTC
\o/ *hugs* FOR SOME REASON SAM AND CASTIEL KEEP ON CUTESYING AT ME WHEN IN THEORY THEY SHOULD BE > > > DISTURBING THAN DEAN AND CASTIEL, I DON'T GET IT
And where else would one wish to hold hands with an angel? ;)
Re: And Please Say To Me [1/1]ibroketuesdayNovember 9 2009, 15:52:59 UTC
...OH MY GOD
Well, Castiel is the Cupcake Dog. I bet you anything that person's a Mishawife, because this has become a running joke. And I love that this person randomly had "Duck" in lowercase even though the rest of it in capslock. Suffice to say, that is the best summary ever.
Re: And Please Say To Me [1/1]emerald_embersNovember 9 2009, 09:58:00 UTC
I'm a scouser, I couldn't think of anything else! Especially because when Paul sings that song in particular he always does this adorable head-wobble thing that now kind of reminds me of Cas XD, d'aww.
Re: And Please Say To Me [1/1]janie_tangerineNovember 8 2009, 21:02:35 UTC
So I love that song. And they're adorable. And I ship it so hard it isn't even funny. And just... Castiel being like 'later?' 'of course' is just so Castiel. And Dean is hilarious, lol.
Having Castiel clear his throat, stand up straight, and say to him in all sincerity, "I would like to hold your hand. May I?"
Oh, yeah, and the fact Dean was still in the room was another thing Sam could have lived without. "Er, maybe... later?"
Castiel nodded before disappearing, and Sam wondered, not for the first time, or the hundredth, or even the thousandth, when his life had got this weird.
Dean loved it. Not least because the Impala still had a handful of dad's tapes, amongst which a certain Beatles' record might have been included, and which Dean might have started putting on every time Castiel turned up in the back seat.
Every. Single. Time.
The problem was, Castiel took "Maybe later" as "Definitely later", likely because being an angel and all, 'later' in human years didn't seem particularly long at all.
The other problem was that Castiel was quite happy and quiet about the whole thing; Sam might as well have said 'maybe' to a proposal of marriage for all the contentment and joy the angel currently radiated.
He figured he'd have to cave anyway, even if Dean refused to piss off for the duration of the hand holding. They pulled over; Sam climbed into the back of the Impala with Castiel, trying not to think about what normally happened whenever more than one person at a time happened to be in the back of the Impala, wiped imaginary sweat off on his jeans, and extended his hand to Castiel.
Who, in accordance with the rules of hand-holding, gripped it back, smiling all the while. And... non-creepily smiling. And he had a decent, firm grip, not a creepy limp-wristed grip, and had dry, clean, warm hands.
It... wasn't bad. Weird. Really weird. But not bad.
Dean turned the music up and carried on driving, laughing his head off, and Castiel continued to hold Sam's hand for the remainder of the journey; long enough that Sam started to forget about the weirdness of having an angel hold his hand. It was comfortable enough. And... kind of nice, in an abstract, non-sexual human contact sort of way.
He knew he wasn't going to live it down but when it was finally time to pull over, Sam figured he didn't really have much of another choice; let go of Castiel's hand himself, patted the angel on the shoulder, and said, "We should probably do that again sometime."
Sam smiled; Castiel smiled; Dean curled up in tears from laughing so hard.
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And where else would one wish to hold hands with an angel? ;)
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Btw btw btw, I nearly died laughing the other day. You know vanity-googling? I, er, I came across someone who'd bookmarked the zombie!Cas fic like so:
"Duck/CUPCAKE DOG WHERE CUPCAKE DOG TURNS INTO A ZOMBIE AND Duck LOCKS HIM UP AND FEEDS HIM BODIES AND FUCKS HIM."
I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING.
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Well, Castiel is the Cupcake Dog. I bet you anything that person's a Mishawife, because this has become a running joke. And I love that this person randomly had "Duck" in lowercase even though the rest of it in capslock. Suffice to say, that is the best summary ever.
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I didn't even click that youtube link and I STILL HAVE THAT DAMN SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD.
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Holy crap I love your icon btw!
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As if they weren't adorable enough all ready. I love this/you/them/the beatles.
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Sam's made for d'awwing over, I don't even know why XD. He's like a million foot tall puppy, I adore him. <3
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