okay but au where dean and cas are best friends and dean comes over to cas’ house but on the way to his room he stops by cas’ sister’s room to say hi to her parrot.
and the parrot goes “i think i’m in love with dean” and dean’s just like wtf but then anna comes in all hysterically nervous laughter trying to cover for her brother and she’s all like “haha yeah i’m totally in love with you haha i just didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re cas’ best friend and you’d never return my feelings haha”
and dean’s like shit she’s right because he’s already more or less in love with cas but then cas comes in to find dean and the parrot says “castiel i can’t believe you’re in love with dean” and dean’s like “what is the truth” and anna’s like “gotta blast” and that’s how dean and cas get together.
I’m so done with humanity lately especially after seeing how some people think it’s okay to dress like eric and dylan to the memorial. It’s almost as if some girls forget that Columbine wasn’t a movie or t.v series it was real life and it actually happened. The memorial isn’t a theme park or Disney land where you dress up as your favorite character. I’ve been debating wither or not if it’s morally okay to wear a humanity is overrated t-shirt around the house let alone go fly to jokela and wear it around. This is beyond insane. What even is life
Dean wiped the table with a scowl,
nearly knocking over a glass with his elbow before catching it and
plunking it down loudly. His cheeks turned red as he spied a few
women in sundresses giggling in a corner booth.
“Be right there,” he said, picking
up the last of the plates and taking them back to the kitchen. The
bus boy hadn’t shown up and since Dean was the manager at the
seashell grill, the task fell to him along with his job as a server.
In fact, tonight had been all around pretty bad if you included the
fender bender he’d gotten into on his way to work and the three
missed phone calls from his ex, Lisa, trying to get back together
with him. Again.
Dean sighed, wishing he were anywhere
but at work. It took a moment, but finally, flustered and flushed
from the heat of the kitchen—even with the lazy ceiling fans that
swirled above in quiet circles, he made it to the table.
“Sorry about that, ladies,” he said
with a wink, turning up the side of his lip in typical beach-boy
charm for the customers, even if he didn’t feel it.
A tall brunette leaned forward,
ordering a pineapple drink right off the bat, a pink sparkly crown on
her head. Dean smirked, noticing the glaze in her eyes.
“Bachelorette party?” he guessed,
watching the blonde across from her, discreetly play footsie with a
redhead—Charlie, he heard the blonde say.
“Yes!” yelled Charlie
enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air. “Anna is getting
married next week,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
All three girls seemed incredibly tipsy
and Dean couldn’t help but smile because as shitty as this night had
started out, at least he would probably be tipped fairly well at the
end of it.
Anna leaned forward, eyes roaming
Dean’s fit form. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when barely,
under her breath, she muttered something about still needing a
stripper for the night.
“Alright,” he said too loudly,
cutting her off. “Three Blue Hawaii’s coming up.”
“Wait,” said Charlie, her voice
almost humorously serious. “We should probably wait for the maid of
honor, don’t you think?”
Anna smiled and got out her phone,
holding up a hand for Dean to wait, then dialed a number, scowling as
one of the other girls kicked her accidentally under the table.
Dean resisted the urge to sigh, wishing
tonight weren’t so empty in the restaurant, then maybe he could
excuse himself from the haze of pink giggles to help another
“Cassie!” Anna practically yelled
into the phone at her friend. “Where are you?”