This little exchange kills me (Chapter Four)
“Dee?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Are you my daddy, too?”
“Well…” Shit. He and Jimmy hadn’t talked about this one yet. “I’m your daddy’s boyfriend so not quiet. He’s your daddy. But I can be your Dean.”
“Okay,” Claire said, sticking her thumb back in her mouth. “Dee?”
“What sweetheart?”
“I want chicky nuggets.”
This is Dean, being a shit as usual. (Chapter Four)
“Nice waterfall,” Dean said, knocking his knuckles against the plaster rocks. There was a freaking water feature in the middle of the church grounds, one with a flowing waterfall was as tall as Dean himself flowing into a pool of clear water. It was nice but probably expensive as all hell.
“It’s the baptismal,” Michael said, passing Dean and eyeing the way he and Jimmy’s hands were laced together.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever happened to good old fashioned lakes?”
“Lakes are unsanitary,” Hael said.
“Well God made lakes. That waterfall was built by a contractor.”
“Dean,” Jimmy said his name like a threat, slipping his hand out of Deans.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Come on babe, you don’t have to do that.”
“I’d really just like to get out of this in one piece.”
“Why? Is this one of those ‘hate the sin’ churches? ‘Cause if it is 1) They can bite me and B) we don’t even live in this state so they can double bite me.”
This just makes me giggle. (Chapter Seven)
“So, you stressed out about it for a month and it wasn’t even that big of a deal.”
“I was curious, Sam. That’s not a crime.”
“No, but you got obsessive about it for nothing.”
“I still don’t see what the problem is.”
Sam huffed. “Just…promise me you’re not going to obsess about it and get yourself stressed out over nothing. Dad wasn’t amused, and I don’t want you fucking up what you have with Jimmy because you just need to know.”
“I won’t obsess about it,” Dean said.
“Good.”
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Dean was obsessing about it.
And the “someone pukes on Cas” count goes but to three now. (Cas talking to Dean about when Jimmy got his tattoo.) (Chapter Seven)
Cas said, “I have no idea. But he wanted it and by god, he got it. The second that needle touched his skin he made this high-pitched squeal.”
“Oh, no,”
“No, it gets better. The tattoo artist manhandles him back onto the chair, and he calms down a little bit, so the artist gets back to it. You’ve seen it, you know this tattoo isn’t that big, but the whole time he’s holding onto my hand and digging in with his nails. I had bruises for three days afterward. Anyway, after it’s all said and done, he looks me in the eyes and says, “hey, that wasn’t so bad” and promptly pukes all over my shoes.”
Cas, Jimmy, and Sam when they’re all a little tipsy. (Chapter Eight)
“You know, I’ve never seen you drunk, Jim. Kinda nice to see you loosen up, not be so straight-laced all the time,” Sam said.
Jimmy snorted. “Oh, honey, there’s nothing straight about me.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, kinda got that when you started dating my brother. I just meant usually you’ve got such a stick up your ass.”
“Stick, no. Dean’s – “ Castiel clamped his hand over Jimmy’s mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, “I’d say he’s not usually like this, but unfortunately….”
Sam’s eyebrows were so far up his forehead they were hidden in the silky bangs of his hair. He giggled, a wide smile blossoming across his face. “Nah, man, this is gold. I can’t wait to give him shit about this when he’s sober.”
Jimmy squirmed, licking at Castiel’s palm. Castiel withdrew his hand. “Gross!” He dragged his palm across his jeans and Jimmy laughed.
“Serves you right,” Jimmy said.