Dean: l made this mixtape for you. Castiel: Eh, I don’t know, Dean, I’m not really that interested in music. Dean: You don’t have to listen to it. Castiel: No, I’m gonna put it near my heart and listen to it everytime I can. Back off.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Friend:</b> What's so supernatural about the show?<p/><b>Me:</b> There is this one character who lives on pie, burgers and beer and has the body of a god.<p/><b>Friend:</b> ...<p/><b>Me:</b> Yeah, ok, there are also Werewolves and stuff.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
prompt: We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay? pairing: destiel tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw a/n: part one,
wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3
Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers. Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.
“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.
Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.
Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home. A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.
“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?” No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before. Castiel is crying.
Summary: Castiel is upset, and Dean has to figure out why.
warnings: Destiel fluff
word count: ~1000
Dean was in the library, flipping through a new lore book
that they had gotten from the British Men of Letters, feet thrown up on the
table in front of him. While he would
never admit it, there were some obvious perks to being on the same side as
those funny-speaking d-bags, including tons of new information.
Sam had gone to help Mary with a case out in Montana, and
Dean and Cas had been flitting around the bunker ever since Sam left. In fact, Dean wasn’t exactly sure where
Castiel had gotten to, but he was content to sit and read. Maybe he’d find Cas later to hang out.
“Dr. Novak?” Dean calls quietly as he opens the office door. It’d normally be rude to walk in like this but he figures it’s an exception with Castiel.
The room is darkened save for the sunlight streaming in through the wrap-around window, and from the desk pushed up against the wall comes a low, warm voice. “Good afternoon, Dean.”
God, that voice. Dean blushes a little, then stammers, “Hey, thank you again for, um- For letting me make this up.”
“You’re welcome,” Castiel replies, and oh, so that’s what people meant when they said a smile could light up a room.
Okay, so maybe Dean’s got a crush but honestly, who wouldn’t after meeting the guy? With the gravel-rough voice and five o’clock shadow and nerdy ties that are always on backwards. He’s somehow hot and endearing all at once and Dean is basically a walking cliché.
To be fair, there were times when Dean felt like they could’ve been more in a parallel universe - one where they’re classmates, or childhood friends, or total strangers who meet on the street. Dean would have been infatuated either way and had something realistic to pin his hopes on.
Soooooooooooo. How are we coping with the hellatus this time? I propose Burgers. Because– maybe they’ll make us happy? Just like they did Cassss– fuck. Goddamn it. Did we already do this? Well fuck– okay Burgerpocalypse scratched. Back to the drawing board. No but really- I think I’m fucking losing it. I’ve been doing nothing but re blogging Destiel metas over and over and crying into copious buckets of ice cream and it’s starting to get a bit unhealthy.