![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Ficcish Things
You know how everyone wrote a coda to 5.03? This is mine. It has little to do with the episode other than the fact that Castiel now swears. CHARLIE, THIS IS THAT THING. Y'KNOW, WITH THE STUFF.
Untitled (yes, I am that lame)
PG | Dean/Castiel | 423 words
"How is that funny?"
"... Again," Dean demands, staring at Cas over the rim of his beer.
"Fuck," Cas says, matter-of-fact. "Bitch."
Dean is silent, not looking away from Castiel as he takes a long drink.
"Ass?" Castiel adds helpfully. Dean -- mouth still full of liquid -- makes an odd choking snort that sends him into a fit of coughing.
"Cas" -- cough -- "don't fucking" -- cough -- "do that!" He glares, shoulders shaking and a sort of grimace-smile on his lips.
"You're laughing at me."
"Yeah," Dean says, grimace turned into a full fledged grin.
"How is that funny?" Castiel asks -- out of pure curiosity -- and Dean laughs again. Frowning, Castiel sips from his own beer.
Dean reaches over just as his mouth is full and pokes him viciously in the side.
He inhales roughly half the beer -- not a good feeling -- and his chest spasms, trying to shake it out of his lungs. Castiel glares at Dean, who tips his beer in Cas' direction before taking a pleased sip.
"Ticklish?" Dean asks.
Semi-angelic reflexes are much better than Dean's, and Castiel is on him in a heartbeat, his fingers digging lightly into Dean's ribs (he can remember when Dean and Sam were younger and they fought for hours this way, laughing themselves to tears). There's a slow stain of beer spreading across the table and dripping over the edge, plinking onto the floor near them as Dean squirms under him, wriggling away from Castiel's hands.
"Geddoff, Cas," he growls, the effect spoiled by the little laughs he keeps huffing out.
"Ticklish?" Castiel asks innocently. Dean scowls -- still laughing -- and twists, hips bucking up in an attempt to throw Castiel off. His hands push at Castiel's legs and he gathers them up, pulling Dean's wrists over his head.
Dean's mouth falls open their eyes lock. There is a sudden shift in the air around them. They're both breathing heavy, and it has nothing to do with exertion.
"Uh, Cas," Dean says -- soft and strained, like he's not letting himself say what he wants to -- "get off me."
Castiel blinks, his grip on Dean loosening to the point where Dean's hands can slip out of his easily.
They don't.
"Please, Cas," Dean whimpers.
He's not sure if Dean's telling him to stay or to go. He closes his eyes.
And opens them on the other side of the world, kneeling at the edge of a cliff, cold air in the space where Dean Winchester used to be.
~
... and then there was a continuation of the kidfic.
Anew
PG (for drunk!Cas) | Dean/Castiel | 154 words
New Years Eve
Everything gets blurry after Dean hands Castiel that third glass of champagne. The lights are all soft and fuzzy looking, the TV in the corner a grey blur making the sounds of a cheering crowd as they wait for the new year to chime in. Castiel's leaning heavily on Dean's shoulder and shakes a little every time Dean laughs at him.
"Man, Cas, you are wasted," he chuckles.
"No, I'm an angel," he replies.
Dean shakes his head.
"Five!" yells the TV, a hundred voices layered over each other.
"I don't see why you wanted to do this."
"Do what?"
"Four!"
"Watch the ball drop."
"Three!"
"The end of a year is a new beginning. I didn't want to miss it."
"Two!"
Dean sighs, a short puff of air that ruffles the top of Castiel's hair.
"One!"
A hundred people turn to their partners for a kiss. Castiel turns his face to Dean's.
~
Untitled (yes, I am that lame)
PG | Dean/Castiel | 423 words
"How is that funny?"
"... Again," Dean demands, staring at Cas over the rim of his beer.
"Fuck," Cas says, matter-of-fact. "Bitch."
Dean is silent, not looking away from Castiel as he takes a long drink.
"Ass?" Castiel adds helpfully. Dean -- mouth still full of liquid -- makes an odd choking snort that sends him into a fit of coughing.
"Cas" -- cough -- "don't fucking" -- cough -- "do that!" He glares, shoulders shaking and a sort of grimace-smile on his lips.
"You're laughing at me."
"Yeah," Dean says, grimace turned into a full fledged grin.
"How is that funny?" Castiel asks -- out of pure curiosity -- and Dean laughs again. Frowning, Castiel sips from his own beer.
Dean reaches over just as his mouth is full and pokes him viciously in the side.
He inhales roughly half the beer -- not a good feeling -- and his chest spasms, trying to shake it out of his lungs. Castiel glares at Dean, who tips his beer in Cas' direction before taking a pleased sip.
"Ticklish?" Dean asks.
Semi-angelic reflexes are much better than Dean's, and Castiel is on him in a heartbeat, his fingers digging lightly into Dean's ribs (he can remember when Dean and Sam were younger and they fought for hours this way, laughing themselves to tears). There's a slow stain of beer spreading across the table and dripping over the edge, plinking onto the floor near them as Dean squirms under him, wriggling away from Castiel's hands.
"Geddoff, Cas," he growls, the effect spoiled by the little laughs he keeps huffing out.
"Ticklish?" Castiel asks innocently. Dean scowls -- still laughing -- and twists, hips bucking up in an attempt to throw Castiel off. His hands push at Castiel's legs and he gathers them up, pulling Dean's wrists over his head.
Dean's mouth falls open their eyes lock. There is a sudden shift in the air around them. They're both breathing heavy, and it has nothing to do with exertion.
"Uh, Cas," Dean says -- soft and strained, like he's not letting himself say what he wants to -- "get off me."
Castiel blinks, his grip on Dean loosening to the point where Dean's hands can slip out of his easily.
They don't.
"Please, Cas," Dean whimpers.
He's not sure if Dean's telling him to stay or to go. He closes his eyes.
And opens them on the other side of the world, kneeling at the edge of a cliff, cold air in the space where Dean Winchester used to be.
~
... and then there was a continuation of the kidfic.
Anew
PG (for drunk!Cas) | Dean/Castiel | 154 words
New Years Eve
Everything gets blurry after Dean hands Castiel that third glass of champagne. The lights are all soft and fuzzy looking, the TV in the corner a grey blur making the sounds of a cheering crowd as they wait for the new year to chime in. Castiel's leaning heavily on Dean's shoulder and shakes a little every time Dean laughs at him.
"Man, Cas, you are wasted," he chuckles.
"No, I'm an angel," he replies.
Dean shakes his head.
"Five!" yells the TV, a hundred voices layered over each other.
"I don't see why you wanted to do this."
"Do what?"
"Four!"
"Watch the ball drop."
"Three!"
"The end of a year is a new beginning. I didn't want to miss it."
"Two!"
Dean sighs, a short puff of air that ruffles the top of Castiel's hair.
"One!"
A hundred people turn to their partners for a kiss. Castiel turns his face to Dean's.
~