Sam, Castiel and the room, Part 1memphis86November 7 2009, 19:32:46 UTC
HUUUUUUGE SPOILER FOR 5.08!! PLEASE SCROLL PAST AS NEEDED NOW!!
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"You know, staring at children in a playground while wearing a trenchcoat isn't as innocent as you think it is, bro."'
Castiel narrows his eyes. "Gabriel."
He smiles, "My friends call me Gabe, actually."
"You have friends?" Castiel asks, crooking his head to one side.
"Well, no," Gabriel says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "But they would."
"What do you want Gabriel?" Castiel says.
Gabriel kicks the ground a bit. "I'm bad at apologizing, y'know?"
Castiel nods. "Yes, I know this."
"So, um, consider this an apology, kind of..." Gabriel says, holding out his hand to Castiel, sheepish expression on his face.
Castiel looks down at the hand warily. "Consider what?"
"Just," Gabriel nods his head, urging him, "take it, c'mon. Don't make me actually have to ask for forgiveness here."
Castiel lifts up his own hand, mouth tight and indecision reading on his face. He slowly, carefully, expecting a trap to snap any moment, touches his hand.
Sam, Castiel and the room, Part 2memphis86November 7 2009, 19:33:56 UTC
And then Castiel is in the same kind room he recognizes from the time Dean took him to a brothel. He swallows as the door swings open and he closes his eyes tight and hopes beyond hope that it's not another prostitute with a mean right hook like the last one
( ... )
Sam, Castiel and the room, Part 3memphis86November 7 2009, 19:34:37 UTC
"Ow," Castiel says, holding the ice-pack to his jaw.
"Well, you shouldn't have said that thing about my Mom, Cas," Sam huffs.
"You said you wouldn't hit me."
"You don't talk about a guy's Mom like that, Cas! I can't be held responsible for my actions!" Sam sighs, putting his head in his hands. "And how'd you get an ice-pack?"
"I found it," Castiel says.
"Where the hell is Dean?" Sam groans, putting his hands on the back of his head, and then quickly re-crossing them over the borrowed coat to hide his outfit.
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"And how exactly is this just desserts?" Dean says, glaring down Gabriel.
"It's not," Gabriel shrugs. "I told you, I'm not the best at apologizing," he says finishing off the Snickers bar. "Now do you want to get into the hot tub or not?"
Dean looks down at the bubbling Jacuzzi; Heidi Klum, Samantha Fox, Lt Uhura, Jessica Rabbit and Dr. Sexy, MD, wave back at him.
“Hey Cas,” Dean says. “Hey… giant stuffed animal collection. Hey Sam. I got you that deep-fried twinkie-wrapped choc-chip sausage on a stick.”
“Why can’t I have normal friends,” Sam says - okay, whimpers - from where he’s curled up on his bench, surrounded by his posse of goldfish and stuffed animals. Castiel is patting him on the head again. Somewhere around pat number 137 it stopped being awkward.
“Sam attempted to strangle me,” Castiel says, mournfully. “He believed I was an evil toy.”
“I’m wearing facepaint,” Sam wails, burying his head in his arms.
Castiel pats him a bit more. “There there,” he says. “There.”
“You guys have a weird sex life,” Dean says. “I’m going now.”
He backs away through the minefield of goldfish and eats the deep-fried twinkie-wrapped choc-chip sausage in the car, watching in the rearview mirror as Castiel attempts to give Sam a hug.
Sam/Castiel, after reading too many 18th century romance novels, Castiel goes to Dean and Bobby for their blessing before he pursues Sam. (Bonus points for 18thy century style wooing!)
Hahaha this is already over 1300 words and I'm still not done, I'm blaming you for EVERYTHING EVER. Here are the first two bits, rest to come as soon as I finish them.
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"Forsooth and lackaday," Castiel says gravely. "Gentlemen, I would like to request an audience with you."
Dean looks at the beer and playing cards cluttering the table. The table is sticky where one of them spilled something earlier, and the playing cards have bikini-clad women on them. He looks back up at Castiel's intensely earnest face.
"Okay, Cas," he says, "shoot. These 'gentlemen' are ready to hear you." He tosses a grin in Bobby's direction, which merits him an eyeroll.
Castiel frowns. "No, Dean, I said I would like to discuss an important matter, not to shoot you
( ... )
Sam/Castiel, Dean has to help Castiel get *ready* for a date. He does so, facepalming and kicking and screaming the whole way. Meanwhile Sam was unaware that he's going on a date in the first place and watches through his fingers.
Um, I didn't follow your prompt 100%. Don't hate me because I'm retarded.13chaptersNovember 8 2009, 01:02:20 UTC
“Dean,” Castiel asks seriously. “I would like your advice.”
“Shoot, Cas,” Dean says, without looking away from the newest episode of Dr. Sexy, MD. He takes another bite of his Big Mac. Sam's in the corner of the motel room, hunched over his computer.
“I am going on a date. Do you have any recommendations?”
Dean chokes on his burger and starts coughing. Sam looks up, concerned. Dean waves and shakes his head. He coughs a couple more times and wipes away a single sparkly tear. Finally, he turns to Castiel.
“You're going on a date?” he asks.
“Yes,” Castiel informs him gravely. “And I have never been on a date before and would appreciate any advice you can give me.”
Dean considers the situation.
“Who are you going on a date with?” he asks
( ... )
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Sam/Cas (duh), THE TRICKSTER PLAYS MATCHMAKER. In his own special way :D
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"You know, staring at children in a playground while wearing a trenchcoat isn't as innocent as you think it is, bro."'
Castiel narrows his eyes. "Gabriel."
He smiles, "My friends call me Gabe, actually."
"You have friends?" Castiel asks, crooking his head to one side.
"Well, no," Gabriel says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "But they would."
"What do you want Gabriel?" Castiel says.
Gabriel kicks the ground a bit. "I'm bad at apologizing, y'know?"
Castiel nods. "Yes, I know this."
"So, um, consider this an apology, kind of..." Gabriel says, holding out his hand to Castiel, sheepish expression on his face.
Castiel looks down at the hand warily. "Consider what?"
"Just," Gabriel nods his head, urging him, "take it, c'mon. Don't make me actually have to ask for forgiveness here."
Castiel lifts up his own hand, mouth tight and indecision reading on his face. He slowly, carefully, expecting a trap to snap any moment, touches his hand.
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"Well, you shouldn't have said that thing about my Mom, Cas," Sam huffs.
"You said you wouldn't hit me."
"You don't talk about a guy's Mom like that, Cas! I can't be held responsible for my actions!" Sam sighs, putting his head in his hands. "And how'd you get an ice-pack?"
"I found it," Castiel says.
"Where the hell is Dean?" Sam groans, putting his hands on the back of his head, and then quickly re-crossing them over the borrowed coat to hide his outfit.
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"And how exactly is this just desserts?" Dean says, glaring down Gabriel.
"It's not," Gabriel shrugs. "I told you, I'm not the best at apologizing," he says finishing off the Snickers bar. "Now do you want to get into the hot tub or not?"
Dean looks down at the bubbling Jacuzzi; Heidi Klum, Samantha Fox, Lt Uhura, Jessica Rabbit and Dr. Sexy, MD, wave back at him.
"Yes, yes I do."
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TO BE CONTINUED, BECAUSE I AM INSANE
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P.S. EEEEEE!!!!
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“Why can’t I have normal friends,” Sam says - okay, whimpers - from where he’s curled up on his bench, surrounded by his posse of goldfish and stuffed animals. Castiel is patting him on the head again. Somewhere around pat number 137 it stopped being awkward.
“Sam attempted to strangle me,” Castiel says, mournfully. “He believed I was an evil toy.”
“I’m wearing facepaint,” Sam wails, burying his head in his arms.
Castiel pats him a bit more. “There there,” he says. “There.”
“You guys have a weird sex life,” Dean says. “I’m going now.”
He backs away through the minefield of goldfish and eats the deep-fried twinkie-wrapped choc-chip sausage in the car, watching in the rearview mirror as Castiel attempts to give Sam a hug.
It’s delicious.
THE END.
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"Forsooth and lackaday," Castiel says gravely. "Gentlemen, I would like to request an audience with you."
Dean looks at the beer and playing cards cluttering the table. The table is sticky where one of them spilled something earlier, and the playing cards have bikini-clad women on them. He looks back up at Castiel's intensely earnest face.
"Okay, Cas," he says, "shoot. These 'gentlemen' are ready to hear you." He tosses a grin in Bobby's direction, which merits him an eyeroll.
Castiel frowns. "No, Dean, I said I would like to discuss an important matter, not to shoot you ( ... )
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“Shoot, Cas,” Dean says, without looking away from the newest episode of Dr. Sexy, MD. He takes another bite of his Big Mac. Sam's in the corner of the motel room, hunched over his computer.
“I am going on a date. Do you have any recommendations?”
Dean chokes on his burger and starts coughing. Sam looks up, concerned. Dean waves and shakes his head. He coughs a couple more times and wipes away a single sparkly tear. Finally, he turns to Castiel.
“You're going on a date?” he asks.
“Yes,” Castiel informs him gravely. “And I have never been on a date before and would appreciate any advice you can give me.”
Dean considers the situation.
“Who are you going on a date with?” he asks ( ... )
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SO MUCH.
Just that "... okay, whatever, but you're so not getting laid tonight. Most likely. Maybe." <3
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