Dec 13, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Writes of Winter, Thank You, and Communication Breakdown Title: Writes of Winter Fandom: Supernatural Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Tracker Rating/Warnings: All ages Disclaimer:here Prompt:this picture Summary: It was a ritual Castiel had watched humans perform in many media: granite, marble, clay. The most interesting to him, though, were sculptures made of sand and snow. A/N: Playing catch-up. Title for this one is from this Jimmy Page song.
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It was a ritual Castiel had watched humans perform in many media: granite, marble, clay. The most interesting to him, though, were sculptures made of sand and snow. Impermanent by nature, they were creation for its own sake. He wondered if that is how his Father had felt when he began creating mortals, if that was the lesson in learning to treasure them.
He stepped back and regarded his work as footsteps crunched the snow behind him. Tracker whined from where Castiel had tied his leash to a sapling while he worked.
“Snowmen, huh?” Dean asked. “Ever made one before?”
“No.” He tilted his head. “I am not sure how I feel about the result.”
“Did you have fun making them?”
“It was an enjoyable experience.”
Dean clapped him on the shoulder then let his hand linger. “Then that's all that matters. C'mon. We just caught a case.”
“These will probably be melted by the time we get back,” Castiel said, holding Dean's gaze.
“Yeah, well, them's the breaks. Nothing lasts.” Dean squeezed Castiel's shoulder then let his hand fall away. “You coming?”
“Yes, of course.” Castiel untied Tracker's leash and stole one last look at his handiwork. They might not melt by the time they returned from this hunt, or the one after that, but eventually they would. He forced that thought out of his mind as he followed Dean back to the bunker. It would stay cold enough. They'd last for at least this hunt.
Title: Thank You Fandom: Supernatural Pairing/Characters: Dean(/Castiel), Sam Rating/Warnings: All ages Disclaimer:here Prompt:this picture Summary: Sam could be such a little kid sometimes. This both was and wasn't one of those times. A/N: Title is from this Led Zeppelin song.
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“What's this?” Dean asked as he took the brown paper bag from Sam.
“Open it.” Sam had a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Christmas isn't for another couple of weeks. What, you can't wait?”
“Just open it already.”
Dean rolled his eyes and opened the bag. Whatever was inside was all wrapped up in tissue paper.
“Seriously, dude? Why would you get me something that needs to get wrapped up like this.”
“Technically, it's not just for you, but I wanted to see your reaction first.”
“Well that explains why you waited for Cas to take the dog out.” Dean huffed as he unwrapped the tissue paper. “Sammy, what the hell?”
“Look, it's the first time we not only get to set up a real tree for more than a day, but we also have someplace to store stuff for, you know, next year.” Sam shrugged. “And it's kind of you guys' first Christmas too.”
“Dude, Cas was actually at the first Christmas.”
“You know what I mean. Anyway, I saw this in a store while we were on that case up in St. Paul, and I thought it fit.”
“A mister-and-mister ornament.” It was cheesy and chick-flicky and actually kind of perfect. He could already picture the smile on Cas' face when he saw it. He'd been excited about the tree, and now to have an ornament that was “theirs,” something meant to last. Yeah. It fit all right. “Thanks, Sammy.”
Sam just grinned.
Title: Communication Breakdown Fandom: Supernatural Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel Rating/Warnings: Mature Disclaimer:here Prompt:this picture Summary: Cas might be trying just a little too hard. A/N: Title is from this Led Zeppelin song.
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Dean just stood there for a moment before he realized he should probably close his mouth. There was probably something he was supposed to say. He just had no idea what it was.
Cas' grin slipped, making Dean feel like a total heel.
“I thought you would like it,” Cas said. “After what you said when we worked that other case ...”
What other …? Oh, that case. With the reindeer costumes. Except, it wasn't the reindeer part Dean had enjoyed.
Dean stalked over to where Cas stood by the bed and put his hands on the angel's hips. Still clueless what to say, he brought their lips together in a bruising kiss, buying himself some time and focusing on the fact that Cas had been waiting for him mostly naked. Obviously there were plans here, and those, Dean was all for. He just had to get past the next few minutes without Cas giving him the kicked-puppy-eyes.
“What I'd like,” he finally said, “is this thing off of you.”
With that, Dean grabbed the strings on Cas' hips and broke them, letting the creepy-Santa-jock-thing fall to the floor.
Cas' eyes went wide. No kicked-puppy look there. Awesome.
“It would seem you have some catching up to do,” Cas said with a sly smile.
“Oh, I'm catching up,” Dean said, and proceeded to spend the rest of the night doing exactly that.