The Eye of the Beholder [version 1]emerald_embersNovember 8 2009, 23:38:44 UTC
Sam knew getting a literal blessing from God and suddenly being able to actually see angels and demons everywhere was going to have interesting results, but he hadn't expected Castiel to be so uptight about the whole thing. "Look, Castiel, I just want to see you, okay? I'm not gonna judge you if you're different from the other angels. I promise I won't tell Dean!"
"You will not like what you see," Castiel replied from behind the door, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"You don't know that, Cas, I've seen some really weird stuff since I got this - I mean, I really didn't need to know Gabriel had boobs -"
"It is worse than that," Castiel said, sounding outright distressed, and Sam figured that if reasoning wasn't going to work, then blunt force would have to.
The door didn't stand a chance.
Castiel had certainly been right about the weird.
"Um," Sam announced eloquently, looking up at the angel who... well, in all fairness he did still have a definite face, definite wings, and a definite torso, all of which were astonishingly beautiful just like every other angel's. It was just that... well... Castiel's quirk? Was a little unusual.
"I asked you not to look," Castiel said, folding six of his tentacles around his chest.
Sam wiped at his sudden nosebleed. "Um, Cas? This is probably a weird time to bring this up, but. Um."
"You wish to stop going out with me," Castiel sighed. "I understand."
"No, it's not - Cas, I used to watch a lot of hentai."
Castiel blinked and tilted his head to the side, not yet dropping the defensive stance.
"Uh, Japanese porn. Sometimes there are tentacles, y'see, and -"
"I know what hentai is," Castiel said. "What is your point?"
"I don't suppose you could, y'know," Sam said, closing the door behind him and propping a chair up against the handle seeing as the lock itself was busted. "Use 'em."
"They are perfectly functional limbs," Castiel said, pulling the blinds of the window down using one of his tentacles as a demonstration, and Sam fidgeted at the increasing discomfort in his pants because - yeah, holy crap. Castiel was a tentacle monster. Or, uh, beast. He'd have to find out the politically correct term for it some other time.
"I meant use them to rip my clothes off and fuck me senseless," Sam announced.
Castiel's flush extended from his face, through his torso, and about midway through most of his tentacles as well. "I could try."
Elsewhere, the prophet Chuck woke up from the best night's sleep he'd had in weeks, remembered an unfortunate fact about the tendency of his dreams towards truthfulness, and ran for the bathroom.
"You will not like what you see," Castiel replied from behind the door, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"You don't know that, Cas, I've seen some really weird stuff since I got this - I mean, I really didn't need to know Gabriel had boobs -"
"It is worse than that," Castiel said, sounding outright distressed, and Sam figured that if reasoning wasn't going to work, then blunt force would have to.
The door didn't stand a chance.
Castiel had certainly been right about the weird.
"Um," Sam announced eloquently, looking up at the angel who... well, in all fairness he did still have a definite face, definite wings, and a definite torso, all of which were astonishingly beautiful just like every other angel's. It was just that... well... Castiel's quirk? Was a little unusual.
"I asked you not to look," Castiel said, folding six of his tentacles around his chest.
Sam wiped at his sudden nosebleed. "Um, Cas? This is probably a weird time to bring this up, but. Um."
"You wish to stop going out with me," Castiel sighed. "I understand."
"No, it's not - Cas, I used to watch a lot of hentai."
Castiel blinked and tilted his head to the side, not yet dropping the defensive stance.
"Uh, Japanese porn. Sometimes there are tentacles, y'see, and -"
"I know what hentai is," Castiel said. "What is your point?"
"I don't suppose you could, y'know," Sam said, closing the door behind him and propping a chair up against the handle seeing as the lock itself was busted. "Use 'em."
"They are perfectly functional limbs," Castiel said, pulling the blinds of the window down using one of his tentacles as a demonstration, and Sam fidgeted at the increasing discomfort in his pants because - yeah, holy crap. Castiel was a tentacle monster. Or, uh, beast. He'd have to find out the politically correct term for it some other time.
"I meant use them to rip my clothes off and fuck me senseless," Sam announced.
Castiel's flush extended from his face, through his torso, and about midway through most of his tentacles as well. "I could try."
Elsewhere, the prophet Chuck woke up from the best night's sleep he'd had in weeks, remembered an unfortunate fact about the tendency of his dreams towards truthfulness, and ran for the bathroom.
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CONFUSION IS A GOOD THING. Well, sometimes ;).
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Poor Chuck...or not...hehe!
Thanks!!
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