I'll Double YOUR Entendre
Title: I'll Double YOUR Entendre
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 832
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None, really
Summary: Castiel goes on a quest to find out exactly what it is Dean is saying to him....
Warnings: Bad innuendos, a surprise guest star, me attempting humour and fluff
Notes: Requested by bballgirl3022 who gave me the prompt Dean/Cas, misinterpreting signals. And this is what happened. Beta'd by moonofblindness, even though she should really be working on other projects.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Castiel entered Bobby's den with a heavy breeze. Papers fluttered to the floor.
"Gotta put a bell on you," Bobby grumbled as he hid the book he was reading in a desk drawer.
"Did I disturb you?" Castiel asked innocently.
"Don't matter now," the older man grumbled again. "Whaddya want?"
"I'm having a problem with Dean," Castiel said.
"Dean has problems with Dean," Bobby chuckled. "What has he got your feathers knotted about this time?"
"He keeps saying things to me that I don't understand, then gets upset that I don't know what he means."
"And what is he saying?" Bobby asked, trying not to roll his eyes.
"Earlier today, we were in a deli. Sam had mentioned he was thinking about having smoked ham. Dean looked at me and said 'I'd like Cas to smoke my ham'. He did something strange with his eyebrows." Castiel waggled one quickly. "Like that. He never indicated he had a pig that needed curing."
Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes.
"It was an innuendo, Cas," he said. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. Bobby removed his hat and rubbed his forehead. "It's something that has another meaning."
"How does smoking ham have two meanings?" Castiel asked.
Bobby stared at Castiel in disbelief for a moment before shaking his head.
"Hopeless," he muttered before taking his book out again.
"Bobby, this is serious," Castiel said. "Dean is distraught that I don't know what he means about smoking his ham."
Bobby held the book up in front of his face.
"He'll get over it, then throw another another one at you." Bobby peeked over the top of the book. "Excuse me, but I'm trying to get reacquainted with Miss Virginia Andrews here."
***
Castiel met Gabriel in a small Norwegian village. Neither angel was bothered by the bitter winds coming off the ocean.
"They still believe in me here, you know," Gabriel said as Castiel sat beside him in the tree.
"You are not Loki," Castiel reminded him.
"Party pooper," Gabriel said. He handed Castiel a chocolate bar. Castiel took it and stared at the wrapper. Gabriel opened one for him and took a bite.
"What's eating you, widdle brudder?" Gabriel asked with a mock pout.
"I am having problems communicating with Dean lately," Castiel said. His eyes were fixed on the water.
"My Cool Hand Luke reference would be wasted, so I'll skip it," Gabriel muttered as he dropped the wrapper on the ground. "Explain."
"It's come to my attention Dean has been using metaphors when he talks to me," Castiel sighed. "I asked him why he insisted on using innuendos."
"And he said," Gabriel prompted.
"He smirked at me and said 'in your endo'."
Gabriel started laughing hysterically.
"I so have to use that!" Gabriel said, trying to calm his laughter. "So what did you say?"
"I asked him why he could not be straightforward and tell me what it is he wants to say," Castiel stared at the ground beneath his dangling feet.
"You're really not understanding it, are you?" Gabriel asked seriously. Castiel nodded. Gabriel sighed and rested his hand on Castiel's shoulder.
"Brother, you need to figure out if you want to take him up on the offer."
"He has not offered anything to me," Castiel said, focusing his gaze on the archangel.
Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. He kept his hand on Castiel's shoulder and stared out to the water once again.
***
Castiel has been to Lawrence, Kansas countless times. Today is the first time he's been visible. His hand hesitated before knocking on the door.
As he got the courage to knock, the door opened. The older woman was smiling.
"Miss Mosley, I am-"
"I know who you are," she said as she drew the angel into a hug. "I'm honored that you came to me."
He entered her house and sat on the couch. She sat beside him and held his hand.
"You're troubled, dear," she said as she stared into his eyes.
Castiel took a deep breath and told the psychic what had been happening.
***
Castiel knew Dean would be alone when he flew into the motel room.
"Dean, I have something to say to you," Castiel said as he turned the television off.
"Sure," Dean said as he folded his arms behind his head and leaned back on the pillow.
"I did not enjoy the little game you've been playing. I think you were being childish. If you wanted something of me, you only needed to ask properly." Castiel tried to glare at Dean, who was smirking.
"And I wish you would no longer use those innuendos." Castiel held up his hand as Dean opened his mouth.
"If you had wanted that from me, you could have asked."
"So, what are you saying?" Dean asked, a little confused. Castiel leaned on the bed and gave Dean a kiss.
"I'll double your entendre," Castiel smirked before giving Dean another kiss.
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 832
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None, really
Summary: Castiel goes on a quest to find out exactly what it is Dean is saying to him....
Warnings: Bad innuendos, a surprise guest star, me attempting humour and fluff
Notes: Requested by bballgirl3022 who gave me the prompt Dean/Cas, misinterpreting signals. And this is what happened. Beta'd by moonofblindness, even though she should really be working on other projects.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Castiel entered Bobby's den with a heavy breeze. Papers fluttered to the floor.
"Gotta put a bell on you," Bobby grumbled as he hid the book he was reading in a desk drawer.
"Did I disturb you?" Castiel asked innocently.
"Don't matter now," the older man grumbled again. "Whaddya want?"
"I'm having a problem with Dean," Castiel said.
"Dean has problems with Dean," Bobby chuckled. "What has he got your feathers knotted about this time?"
"He keeps saying things to me that I don't understand, then gets upset that I don't know what he means."
"And what is he saying?" Bobby asked, trying not to roll his eyes.
"Earlier today, we were in a deli. Sam had mentioned he was thinking about having smoked ham. Dean looked at me and said 'I'd like Cas to smoke my ham'. He did something strange with his eyebrows." Castiel waggled one quickly. "Like that. He never indicated he had a pig that needed curing."
Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes.
"It was an innuendo, Cas," he said. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. Bobby removed his hat and rubbed his forehead. "It's something that has another meaning."
"How does smoking ham have two meanings?" Castiel asked.
Bobby stared at Castiel in disbelief for a moment before shaking his head.
"Hopeless," he muttered before taking his book out again.
"Bobby, this is serious," Castiel said. "Dean is distraught that I don't know what he means about smoking his ham."
Bobby held the book up in front of his face.
"He'll get over it, then throw another another one at you." Bobby peeked over the top of the book. "Excuse me, but I'm trying to get reacquainted with Miss Virginia Andrews here."
***
Castiel met Gabriel in a small Norwegian village. Neither angel was bothered by the bitter winds coming off the ocean.
"They still believe in me here, you know," Gabriel said as Castiel sat beside him in the tree.
"You are not Loki," Castiel reminded him.
"Party pooper," Gabriel said. He handed Castiel a chocolate bar. Castiel took it and stared at the wrapper. Gabriel opened one for him and took a bite.
"What's eating you, widdle brudder?" Gabriel asked with a mock pout.
"I am having problems communicating with Dean lately," Castiel said. His eyes were fixed on the water.
"My Cool Hand Luke reference would be wasted, so I'll skip it," Gabriel muttered as he dropped the wrapper on the ground. "Explain."
"It's come to my attention Dean has been using metaphors when he talks to me," Castiel sighed. "I asked him why he insisted on using innuendos."
"And he said," Gabriel prompted.
"He smirked at me and said 'in your endo'."
Gabriel started laughing hysterically.
"I so have to use that!" Gabriel said, trying to calm his laughter. "So what did you say?"
"I asked him why he could not be straightforward and tell me what it is he wants to say," Castiel stared at the ground beneath his dangling feet.
"You're really not understanding it, are you?" Gabriel asked seriously. Castiel nodded. Gabriel sighed and rested his hand on Castiel's shoulder.
"Brother, you need to figure out if you want to take him up on the offer."
"He has not offered anything to me," Castiel said, focusing his gaze on the archangel.
Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. He kept his hand on Castiel's shoulder and stared out to the water once again.
***
Castiel has been to Lawrence, Kansas countless times. Today is the first time he's been visible. His hand hesitated before knocking on the door.
As he got the courage to knock, the door opened. The older woman was smiling.
"Miss Mosley, I am-"
"I know who you are," she said as she drew the angel into a hug. "I'm honored that you came to me."
He entered her house and sat on the couch. She sat beside him and held his hand.
"You're troubled, dear," she said as she stared into his eyes.
Castiel took a deep breath and told the psychic what had been happening.
***
Castiel knew Dean would be alone when he flew into the motel room.
"Dean, I have something to say to you," Castiel said as he turned the television off.
"Sure," Dean said as he folded his arms behind his head and leaned back on the pillow.
"I did not enjoy the little game you've been playing. I think you were being childish. If you wanted something of me, you only needed to ask properly." Castiel tried to glare at Dean, who was smirking.
"And I wish you would no longer use those innuendos." Castiel held up his hand as Dean opened his mouth.
"If you had wanted that from me, you could have asked."
"So, what are you saying?" Dean asked, a little confused. Castiel leaned on the bed and gave Dean a kiss.
"I'll double your entendre," Castiel smirked before giving Dean another kiss.