SPN Ficlet: Obviously Evil
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ginnith the first draft of the bubble bath fic and I have a Tony/Tim document open. In the meantime, here's another response to those "Castiel's first time" prompts I asked for. This one is for olivelavonne who gave me: Castiel's first soda.
Castiel, Dean, Sam. G. 253 words. No spoilers.
Obviously Evil
Castiel does not like soda; it’s sticky and overly sweet, foreign in a way he cannot find enjoyable.
“Oh, come on, Cas. You just don’t like it ‘cause you go it up your nose,” Dean says, pushing the can toward him again. He’s not hiding his amusement particularly well. “Give it another shot.”
Castiel looks from Dean to the deceptively innocent can, but doesn’t move. He was not born yesterday.
Dean sighs. “Sam! Tell Cas soda isn’t the work of the devil.”
“What kind is it?” Sam asks, not looking up from his book.
“Mountain Dew.”
That gets his attention. He frowns at the can from across the room. “I don’t know, Dean. That one might be.”
“Sam agrees, Dean. That color cannot be the work of God.”
Rolling his eyes, Dean pulls the can back toward himself. “Fine,” he says, standing. “You try to share a little bit of the human experience with an angel and look what you get; nothing but grief.”
“Dean,” Castiel says, hardly thinking that’s fair. “I—”
“Ease him into it, Dean,” Sam says. “Root beer?”
Dean grins at Sam before slamming the can on the table. “Genius, Sam. You,” he says, pointing at Castiel, “don’t move.” And then he’s out the door.
Castiel looks at Sam, who shrugs. “Be prepared for your first root beer float when he gets back.” He stares at Castiel for a moment, studying him, before coming to some sort of a decision. “You’ll probably like it.”
Castiel tries to feel optimistic.
ginnith the first draft of the bubble bath fic and I have a Tony/Tim document open. In the meantime, here's another response to those "Castiel's first time" prompts I asked for. This one is for olivelavonne who gave me: Castiel's first soda.Castiel, Dean, Sam. G. 253 words. No spoilers.
Obviously Evil
Castiel does not like soda; it’s sticky and overly sweet, foreign in a way he cannot find enjoyable.
“Oh, come on, Cas. You just don’t like it ‘cause you go it up your nose,” Dean says, pushing the can toward him again. He’s not hiding his amusement particularly well. “Give it another shot.”
Castiel looks from Dean to the deceptively innocent can, but doesn’t move. He was not born yesterday.
Dean sighs. “Sam! Tell Cas soda isn’t the work of the devil.”
“What kind is it?” Sam asks, not looking up from his book.
“Mountain Dew.”
That gets his attention. He frowns at the can from across the room. “I don’t know, Dean. That one might be.”
“Sam agrees, Dean. That color cannot be the work of God.”
Rolling his eyes, Dean pulls the can back toward himself. “Fine,” he says, standing. “You try to share a little bit of the human experience with an angel and look what you get; nothing but grief.”
“Dean,” Castiel says, hardly thinking that’s fair. “I—”
“Ease him into it, Dean,” Sam says. “Root beer?”
Dean grins at Sam before slamming the can on the table. “Genius, Sam. You,” he says, pointing at Castiel, “don’t move.” And then he’s out the door.
Castiel looks at Sam, who shrugs. “Be prepared for your first root beer float when he gets back.” He stares at Castiel for a moment, studying him, before coming to some sort of a decision. “You’ll probably like it.”
Castiel tries to feel optimistic.
