Cas stops pacing and for a hot second Dean thinks it’s because Cas is about to start another tangent about something else and completely glaze over the — “I haven’t watched any homosexual pornography,” Cas says, looking contemplative. “Perhaps I need to do more research.”
Oh, fuck me. “Uhh, sure. I mean, whatever ruffles your feathers, man.”
Cas does look at him then. “I don’t have feathers anymore, Dean.”
Asshole. Dean winces. “Tosses your salad,” he tries, and immediately wants to hit himself in the face. “Or, you know, flies your flag. I mean, hell, we’re in Kansas, but uh, no judgements here, right?”
Cas continues to stare at him. It’s just a different sort of stare, now.
· Cas telling the boys one day they’d prefer them using gender neutral pronouns when refering to them
· Sam doing research on the term
· Cas wearing whatever they want and explaining that clothes have no gender
· Dean hugging Cas and telling them that this changes nothing
· Dean and Sam correcting people (even though Cas can do it themself)
· Conversations like this:
“so are you a girl or a boy?”
“I’m an angel of the lord”
“No no whats in your pants”
“I don’t think thats any concern of yours”
“Whats between your legs?”
“Dean, on a good day”
There were so many great prompts from Thursday, but the one that stuck in my head was from @lezbfrenz, who asked “does dean consider cheesecake as pie?” That led to a 2-hour Twitter discussion and this 1.2k fic beta read by @pomegranatedaffodil and @areiton. Established Dean/Cas + Sam.
Dean knew he should’ve ordered that second cup of coffee before they left the diner, but he was determined to reach the bunker tonight, and the longer they’d sat in the booth, the more tempting the adjacent motel’s neon vacancy sign had started to look. Ignoring Sam’s suggestion that they check in for the night, Dean had signaled for the check. He’d filled his quota of burned motel coffee for a few dozen lifetimes.
He’d thought he was fine to drive–he’d gotten six hours last night after Cas insisted on rubbing his back–but with each mile, the monotony of the flat highway crept into his brain like fog, that out-of-body sensation that comes only with bone-deep exhaustion. He operated the car by muscle memory, spacing out between mile markers, and rubbed his eyes. If he could get them to water, that might revive him, but they were dry as charred bone. Normally he’d turn on the radio, but Cas was dozing in the back seat and Dean knew better than to wake him, since a sleep-deprived Castiel was only endearing in twenty-minute sprints.
Sam, though — Sam didn’t get off so easily. His head lolled against the passenger’s side window and his eyes were closed, but he repeatedly swept his tongue across his teeth in a manner that told Dean he was still awake.
“Hey.”
“What is it?” Sam yawned and belatedly covered his mouth. He pulled himself upright. “You want me to drive?”
“Just talk to me. Everything’s starting to look the same.”
Sam looked thoughtful for a moment and said, seriously, “Actually, something’s been bothering me since we left the diner.”
“Boston Cream Pie is a damned lie and it can blow me.”
Oh my god! I’ve pretty much said the same thing to my husband.
I’ve got to agree with Dean on both the Boston Cream Pie and cheesecake assessments.
I was fooled last year by someone I trusted! I, a cake hater, put that in my mouth. Bleh!!!
You’re wrong @unforth-ninawaters, even Dean would agree. Boston Creme pie is a lie! @rosemoonweaver this is what I was talking about. You’ll have to go to museaway’s blog for the whole thing.
Oh my gosh, this was the fic I was looking for! Yes! Cheesecake is not pie!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Words: 1518 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Creature Castiel, octo!cas, Stuffed Toys, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adorable Summary:
Castiel
was definitely somewhere he shouldn’t be. He was always told that
humans were dangerous. But surely this tiny human making the distressed
sounds couldn’t be dangerous.
This is Not a Blog 