InktoberDay 15 Topic: “Love”-All You Need-
deangetyourheadoutofyourgayass:
Day 10; research @winchester-reload
“Sammy.” Dean looked up from his book, and tried to make eye contact with Sam. They were sat in dim lighting in the motel room, the stale air choking the will out of them.
The younger brother sighed, and let his head fall. “Yes Dean-“
“I hate research.”
“Yes Dean, I know, I hate research too, but we need to know what we’re dealing with!” Sam said, getting irritated easily after five solid hours of words on old pages.
“I find it quite enjoyable,” Cas said. He was sitting cross legged on the bed, reading a book like it was a bedtime story. “I understand now why Metatron loved it so much.”
Dean looked at what Cas was reading. “Find anything out about the case?”
Castiel looked up only for a short second at Dean, as if remembering why he’s reading. “Yes, it’s another,” he cut himself off and closed his eyes, like if he wasn’t looking at the boys he would keep his dignity. “It’s the wampire you fought, Dean.”
Sam and Dean exchanged quick and annoyed glances, before Dean turned back to Cas. “And how long have you known this, Cas?”
Without looking from his book Cas answered. “I remembered when I started reading what the lore had said last time. But I got so involved in the story,” Cas cut himself off.
The Winchester’s sat in stunned silence. Sam looked exasperated, while Dean only looked at Cas like he should’ve known this would happen.
“Cas?” Dean said, and Castiel lift his head to look at Dean. “You should’ve told us before we did five hours of research, buddy.”
Cas looked down, but not at his book. “I apologize.”
“It’s alright Cas, look, now we know what we’re dealing with, we know how to kill it, let’s track it down.” Sam suggest, but Dean was slamming his book closed and going to the fridge. “No.” He opened his beer and cheered Sam, chugging it down.
They picked up the books and put them away, only putting Cas’ away when he was finished with it.
Dean and Cas got in their bed, and Sam in the other one. “God I hate research.” Dean said, hugging Cas close.
“We know Dean,” Sam said, yawning.
“We know,” Cas finished, as the group fell asleep, tons of useless information swimming through their minds, and a werepire to catch.
SupToberArt Day 10: Research
Based on @winchester-reload ‘s prompt list
favourite relationships ► brothers | Sam & Dean Winchester
“All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.”
SupToberArt day 04! Scars! I´m a little out of ideas today, so I went to the first scar I could remember on the show!
accidentally answered this ask privately, so here’s the post! They asked for Dean being protective over Cas and I jumped on that one omg
day 1 of #spnwerdtober2k18
deancas college!au drabble
frat brothers dean & cas who hit up the local halloween store for cas’ costume to the annual kappa kappa psi hallows eve shindig
tho this year cas isn’t looking for something cool or relevant. or even witty. no. this year he’s looking for one of those lame, sleazy ‘sexy whatever’ get-ups that usually make him roll his eyes so hard he’s sure one of these days he’ll go blind from it
so why, you ask? because he lost a bet
he lost a bet and now he’s got dean giggling on the other side of the fitting room curtain as cheesy generic scary tracks play overhead
“lemme see,” dean goads, trying to pull back the heavy black cloth
cas smacks his hand. “hold the fuck on i’m still in my underwear.”
“pssssh, hurry up i’m dyin’ out here.”
cas doesn’t disappoint. he reveals a moment later a skimpy white nurses’ uniform complete with hat and all
“dude,” dean says, dumbstruck. “that is….” then he shakes his head, apparently dispensing the rest of that sentence. he clears his throat. “no, dude. this is just ironic. you can’t be a nurse or a doctor or anything else in the medical field.”
cas scowls. “you didn’t stipulate there would be regulations.”
“yah, maybe not. but c’mon man you’re pre-med. this should be kind of a given.”
cas rolls eyes but concedes. “fine.”
the next one is more on dean’s wavelength it appears, if the giant shit eating grin he’s got plastered across his face is anything to go by
“okay i’m just gonna say it. you look hot.”
cas blinks.
“like… smokin’. too hot to trot. absolutely sinful-“
“ugh. fuck off,” cas manages on a laugh once he realizes where dean’s going with this then jabs the asshole with his flimsy plastic poker before disappearing behind the curtain again
“you’re a dick.”
dean just laughs louder and takes the pro-offered costumes cas slid under the curtain to the counter to be returned
and so it goes on like that for a good hour until cas starts getting ornery because he’s tried on everything from a fiesty cat, to a busty pirate, to a skimpy witch even to a barely covered construction worker
“dean..” cas finally warns. “if you don’t pick something in the next five minutes i’m leaving. costume or not. to hell with our bet.”
sensing cas isn’t fucking around, dean runs & grabs the first ensemble that caught he eye when they arrived
“here,” he says, shoving it through the slit in the curtain. “just get this one.”
he’s obviously expecting cas to emerge a moment later in his regular clothes, crinkly package in hand, and annoyed aura surrounding him instead of actually trying the costume on, then whipping the curtain open to showcase it
the sweet satisfaction he gets from watching dean flounder as he takes in the tiny, but strangely flattering yellow & black striped bee tutu makes this whole trip worth it
“well?” cas pushes, turning to show off his delicate glittery wings. “what do you think?”
he juts his ass out just a bit, and relishes in the not at all discreet gulp dean tries
“it’s a… it’s-“
“i mean i’ll obviously have to get some of those ruffly hot pants. and probably thigh highs too.”
“uh.. yea-“
“fishnets or sheer? the kinds with bows or the stripe up the back?”
dean looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm and cas takes that as his cue to cut the guy some slack. “on second thought, those would be more annoying than anything else all night. because there’s no way in hell i’m getting a garter too.”
dean physically chokes on air, going so far as to smack himself in the chest, and cas has to stifle his laugh with a bite to his bottom lip
“i’ll be out in a minute.”
dean schools himself in his absence. harder than cas has ever seen him school himself before, and it takes everything in him not to grab a pair of stockings as they pass the display just to watch dean’s fa-sad crumble again but-
they are friends
and they do live together
so no matter how bad cas wants to poke and prod (no pun intended) and see just HOW riled up he can get dean, he won’t.
at least.. he ponders at the checkout, not yet anyway ; )
Mayerine 