They had stayed in many a motel before, but this was the first time Castiel had ever seen Sam actively excited about a motel stay.
"Someone left a blender!" Sam announced with an almost uncharacteristic amount of glee. "And food, and - holy shit, Dean! Dean!"
"I believe your brother is absent," Castiel replied, tilting his head at the blender. He did not see what was so fascinating.
"Cas, we've got sugar, rum, and triple sec. D'ya think we could -" Sam looked at the clock on the motel wall, sighed. "Huh, probably too small-town for fresh fruit at this hour. But tomorrow -" Sam blinked as Castiel disappeared, blinked again when the angel reappeared with two baskets full of pretty much every variety of fruit he knew and a few he didn't. "Uh. Um. Thanks? We only really needed strawberries and limes -" Another two blinks and there was another basket, and Sam was starting to see why Dean was so keen to keep the angel around.
"Why do you require fresh fruit?" Castiel asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sam replied with a wicked grin, picking out a glass and a mug from the cupboard and figuring he'd do the decent thing, offer Castiel the glass. "Dean's probably only ever given you beer, right?"
"Yes," Castiel replied, sounding a little concerned.
"Oh Cas," Sam said, starting to fill up the blender with strawberries and lime juice. "You have missed out."
It was somewhere around the middle of the second mug that Sam found himself making the first of a series of probably ill-advised suggestions. In all fairness, the daiquiris themselves were far from regrettable, and Castiel shrugging out of the trenchcoat and loosening his tie was probably more than inspiration enough, but really, there were questionable ideas and there were really questionable ideas.
Pouring strawberry daiquiri onto his hand before offering it to the angel was somewhere around a really, really, really questionable idea.
Thankfully, Castiel didn't seem to mind.
It was somewhere around the time he was licking strawberry daiquiri out of Castiel's navel, too drunk to get hard himself but not so drunk he failed to notice the interesting sounds the angel made in response to the attention, that he started to think maybe this wasn't the wisest decision he'd ever made.
Maybe.
It was kind of hard to back that thought up when the end result was Castiel shivering and splayed out over a coffee table with his shirt open and his stomach tasting like sweet, strawberry-flavoured alcohol. Kind of impossibly hard. Dean would probably kill him.
Sam looked at Castiel's trousers and bit his lip before looking up at the angel's expression and figuring; in for a penny, in for a pound.
Castiel seemed to appreciate the decision, even if Sam decided against involving strawberry daiquiri with this particularly entertaining body part.
Salt and strawberries didn't go together that well anyway.
Re: Flavoursome!r0knr0llNovember 10 2009, 10:28:03 UTC
You are quite possibly my most favourite person ever right about now. I've just been at uni studying non-stop for 12hours for an exam I'll probably fail tomorrow. Today has been the worst. And then you brighten it up with strawberry daquiris and a hilarious Sam and ... here, have all the internets. You win at life.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks :D (Also, you spell "flavoursome" with a 'u'. I love that.)
Re: Flavoursome!emerald_embersJanuary 3 2010, 06:53:55 UTC
XD I should feel guilty about the fact I can't make Sam a manly drunk but really, in all fairness, Dean drinks purple nurples. I think this means Sam could drink Cosmopolitans and still be a classier and manlier drunk ;).
(Funny thing is, I don't rate them much myself! But I've already given Castiel the Baileys fetish, so it works out okay)
"Someone left a blender!" Sam announced with an almost uncharacteristic amount of glee. "And food, and - holy shit, Dean! Dean!"
"I believe your brother is absent," Castiel replied, tilting his head at the blender. He did not see what was so fascinating.
"Cas, we've got sugar, rum, and triple sec. D'ya think we could -" Sam looked at the clock on the motel wall, sighed. "Huh, probably too small-town for fresh fruit at this hour. But tomorrow -" Sam blinked as Castiel disappeared, blinked again when the angel reappeared with two baskets full of pretty much every variety of fruit he knew and a few he didn't. "Uh. Um. Thanks? We only really needed strawberries and limes -" Another two blinks and there was another basket, and Sam was starting to see why Dean was so keen to keep the angel around.
"Why do you require fresh fruit?" Castiel asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sam replied with a wicked grin, picking out a glass and a mug from the cupboard and figuring he'd do the decent thing, offer Castiel the glass. "Dean's probably only ever given you beer, right?"
"Yes," Castiel replied, sounding a little concerned.
"Oh Cas," Sam said, starting to fill up the blender with strawberries and lime juice. "You have missed out."
It was somewhere around the middle of the second mug that Sam found himself making the first of a series of probably ill-advised suggestions. In all fairness, the daiquiris themselves were far from regrettable, and Castiel shrugging out of the trenchcoat and loosening his tie was probably more than inspiration enough, but really, there were questionable ideas and there were really questionable ideas.
Pouring strawberry daiquiri onto his hand before offering it to the angel was somewhere around a really, really, really questionable idea.
Thankfully, Castiel didn't seem to mind.
It was somewhere around the time he was licking strawberry daiquiri out of Castiel's navel, too drunk to get hard himself but not so drunk he failed to notice the interesting sounds the angel made in response to the attention, that he started to think maybe this wasn't the wisest decision he'd ever made.
Maybe.
It was kind of hard to back that thought up when the end result was Castiel shivering and splayed out over a coffee table with his shirt open and his stomach tasting like sweet, strawberry-flavoured alcohol. Kind of impossibly hard. Dean would probably kill him.
Sam looked at Castiel's trousers and bit his lip before looking up at the angel's expression and figuring; in for a penny, in for a pound.
Castiel seemed to appreciate the decision, even if Sam decided against involving strawberry daiquiri with this particularly entertaining body part.
Salt and strawberries didn't go together that well anyway.
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I think you just broke me.
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*glues you back together*
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(Mmmmm, daiquiri!angel)
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Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks :D
(Also, you spell "flavoursome" with a 'u'. I love that.)
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Exam stress is a nightmare, I hope you did well. And I'm glad my silliness and UK spelling cheered you up <3.
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Delicious.
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(I don't blame him. That shit is delicious).
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(Funny thing is, I don't rate them much myself! But I've already given Castiel the Baileys fetish, so it works out okay)
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