Fandom - Supernatural
Characters - Dean, Cas, Sam, Jo, John, Gabriel
Summary - Dean’s fallen in love. Hopelessly. But what happens when he’s forced to choose between Castiel and Sam?
(A/N) - This is my longest fic yet! I worked on this for quite a while, so I hope you guys like it!
Words - 8.7k
“You have way too much energy considering it’s barely 6am,” Dean mutters, pulling the covers over his head and attempting to tune out his best friend’s perky humming. “Nothing and no one should make any noise before at least 10.”
“There’s no such thing as too much energy,” Charlie says folding her arms with an unimpressed look at her roommate; or, rather, a look at the mound of covers that he’s hidden beneath. “Besides, I want to go get coffee.”
“Yes, Dean. Coffee. That drink that people like to consume in the mornings? Or the afternoons? Or at any time, really, because it’s coffee. Now get up, would you?”
“Are you going to wear your Harry Potter shirt?”
“Any of them.”
“I’m already wearing one.”
Dean groans, weaving his arms under his pillow and hugging it tighter to his body. He could go get coffee with Charlie, which would give him extra energy for his very first photography class… or he could bury himself in the warmth and sanctuary of his bed and forget about the rest of the world for the next 3 hours. Just as he’s contemplating which option would better prepare him for class, he hears a rustling sound, and peeks out from under the covers to see Charlie grabbing fistfuls of his bedsheet.
“Too late,” Charlie smiles gleefully, whisking the covers away from Dean and throwing them onto the floor.
“Dammit, Charlie,” Dean groans, tucking his legs and arms close to his body. “It’s frigging cold.”
“You know what’ll be warm? Coffee. If you’re not up and dressed in the next ten minutes, I’ll start resorting to interesting methods to get you out of bed,” Charlie threatens, pointing a warning finger at Dean. “You do not want to know what I’ll come up with, trust me.”
“Don’t make me change it to five,” Charlie says, spinning round and reaching the door. “Get dressed.”
“Here,” Dean slides Charlie’s coffee across the table, taking a seat opposite her. “You just had to wear Star Wars and Harry Potter clothes, didn’t you?”
Charlie glares at him, shaking her Star Wars jacket from her shoulders, revealing her Deathly Hallows shirt. “I’ll have you know that while you were ordering our coffees, I got a compliment on my jacket.”
“No. I should have, though. No one appreciates my brilliant fashion sense.”
“Sam would like you,” Dean snorts, taking a sip of his coffee. “He’d probably ask to see your entire collection of Harry Potter wands.”
“Which is why Sam is the superior Winchester. You suck.”
“Thanks, Charlie. Feeling the love.”
Charlie just smiles and winks.
“We’re late, we’re late, we’re late,” Charlie groans, skidding to a halt outside the classroom door. “We’re late!”
“Hey, Charlie, do you think we might be late?” Dean asks sarcastically. Charlie glares at him. “We still have about a minute to walk into the room,” Dean points out.
“I wanted to get here early.”