Category: One-shot, Humor, Reader Insert, possibly “Fluff” but heaps of snark, so maybe… let’s say a 2.5 on the fluff scale
Rating: Teen & Up
Character(s): Dean, Sam, “You”, Cas [ever-so-briefly*** ]
Pairing(s): Perhaps. I imagine it’ll depend on how pissed “you” are and how well Dean apologizes, right? [Nash leans over and whispers in your ear: You’ll have to read it - stories are better when you don’t know the endings]
Word Count: A hardly noticeable 3K, should fly right by.
Author’s Note: After the story.
Overall Summary: Dean, you thing-breaking dumbass, this is why we can’t have *nice* things.
“I broke it.”
Dean immediately made some sort of slightly cringy face that I’m guessing he thought came off as adorable, then Sam looked over his shoulder at me with the same routine, albeit nervously.
I couldn’t say what expression my face had taken on, but Castiel was staring at me like I was either going to vomit or combust.
“It was an accident,” Sam tried. And failed. I was seething.
“I can’t kill you, I know, ‘cause that never seems to take,” I said to Dean. “But I sure as hell can beat the tar out of you.”
Dean narrowed his eyes a bit at me, and I knew he was trying to judge if I was serious.
I was serious.