Whip Cream is for Wussies 1/2sparseparsleyNovember 9 2009, 00:49:28 UTC
Okay, so I don't know if you meant foodporn as in really good looking and tasty food or as in food plus sex. So you got the latter! Sort of!
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"Jesus, Castiel?!"
Sam is scrambling over to the bed as soon as he's through the door, panic thudding through his veins. The angel is spread out naked on the hotel bed and, God, there's no part of him that isn't a bloody mess. What happened?
"What- Dean! Dean, ge-"
He turns to get his brother, doesn't know what good it'll do. If Cas can't fix himself, what chance do they have? What the Hell happened?
The sight of his brother in the doorway stops him short. He's never seen Dean look so sick, a whispered "Cas..." barely more than a broken noise in his throat. Uh huh. Scratch Dean off the 'people who can be useful in the next five minutes' list.
Okay. He can't get the tangy smell of blood out of his nose. Okay. Don't panic, assess the situation, plan, act. Okay.
Sam turns back to the angel, gasping harshly when he finds Castiel sitting up and looking at him in some confusion.
"Cas! What are you doing, don't move!" Sam puts a hand on his shoulder to force him back down. Whatever damage he does will be nothing compared to what Cas could do to himself moving ar- wait.
Sam snatches his hand back, staring at it. "What-" The scent filling the room morphs into something distinctly more vegetable than animal. "Is this...?" He brings his hand to his face in a daze, tongue flicking out to taste the thick red staining his fingers. "This is ketchup!"
He hears a strangled noise behind him and glances at his brother. Dean is standing with a hand over his mouth, eye bugging out. He looks back at Cas, fully recognizing the brighter-than-blood color now.
"What the fuck, Castiel! Is this your idea of a joke?"
Cas is looking at him with that same newborn confusion. "No. Is it funny? I didn't want it to be funny."
There's another strangled noise behind him, one that Sam is starting to recognize. He could almost smell his brother's hand in this if it wasn't for the overpowering tomato stink.
"What- Could you cover up or something? Thanks. What on Earth did you want it to be then?"
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"Jesus, Castiel?!"
Sam is scrambling over to the bed as soon as he's through the door, panic thudding through his veins. The angel is spread out naked on the hotel bed and, God, there's no part of him that isn't a bloody mess. What happened?
"What- Dean! Dean, ge-"
He turns to get his brother, doesn't know what good it'll do. If Cas can't fix himself, what chance do they have? What the Hell happened?
The sight of his brother in the doorway stops him short. He's never seen Dean look so sick, a whispered "Cas..." barely more than a broken noise in his throat. Uh huh. Scratch Dean off the 'people who can be useful in the next five minutes' list.
Okay. He can't get the tangy smell of blood out of his nose. Okay. Don't panic, assess the situation, plan, act. Okay.
Sam turns back to the angel, gasping harshly when he finds Castiel sitting up and looking at him in some confusion.
"Cas! What are you doing, don't move!" Sam puts a hand on his shoulder to force him back down. Whatever damage he does will be nothing compared to what Cas could do to himself moving ar- wait.
Sam snatches his hand back, staring at it. "What-" The scent filling the room morphs into something distinctly more vegetable than animal. "Is this...?" He brings his hand to his face in a daze, tongue flicking out to taste the thick red staining his fingers. "This is ketchup!"
He hears a strangled noise behind him and glances at his brother. Dean is standing with a hand over his mouth, eye bugging out. He looks back at Cas, fully recognizing the brighter-than-blood color now.
"What the fuck, Castiel! Is this your idea of a joke?"
Cas is looking at him with that same newborn confusion. "No. Is it funny? I didn't want it to be funny."
There's another strangled noise behind him, one that Sam is starting to recognize. He could almost smell his brother's hand in this if it wasn't for the overpowering tomato stink.
"What- Could you cover up or something? Thanks. What on Earth did you want it to be then?"
"A form of seduction. Dean said-"
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