This is probably gonna be the most random ask, straight off the bat, but could you maybe do Komaeda petting Amaterasu from the game okami? (It would also be nice if mod Neysa could do it) I hope that's not too much to ask..
Of course it’s alright ^v^). Amaterasu was certainly something challenging to draw but it was really fun. Thanks for your ask and I hope you like it~ -mod neysa
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.”
“So that I can see who’s in the class before it starts.”
Turning away from Dean and peeking through the door window, Charlie grins. “Oh, score! Jo’s in this class.”
“Joanna Beth Harvelle. The girl who lives a floor below us.”
“Oh, right,” Dean reminisces. “Your epic crush from months ago. Wait, you’ve talked to her about twice. How do you know her full name?”
Charlie looks mildly insulted. “I do my research.”
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Okay…”
“I still like her. She’s hot. And funny. Now, come on.” Pushing open the door, Charlie makes a beeline for the vacant seat next to Jo, greeting her with a bright smile before turning back to Dean. “Dean, come on. There’s another chair,” Charlie calls, patting the seat on her other side.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Dean
takes his seat, sending a friendly nod and a wave in Jo’s direction, before
pulling his phone from his pocket and absentmindedly scrolling through his Tumblr
dash. He hears footsteps, a deep voice, and Charlie talking, leaning forward in
her seat and chatting animatedly to someone who is definitely not Jo, but is standing way too close to him. Glancing up, Dean gets ready to
shoot a glare and a remark about personal space to whoever has decided to stand
directly in front of him, but every witty comment that his head had come up
with suddenly disappears when his eyes find the person in front of him.
“Oh, sorry. Am I too close to you?”
“I- uh- you… no, it’s- you’re…” Dean shrugs nervously,
biting his lip. Apparently he’s lost the ability to speak.
The student’s blue eyes narrow, and he raises his eyebrows,
opening his mouth to say something when the professor, a young man with messy
black hair, walks into the room. The blue-eyed student shoots Dean an
apologetic smile as he shrugs his trench coat from his shoulders and takes a
seat at the table in front of Dean, Jo, and Charlie.
“What was that?” Charlie whispers, and Dean turns to see both her and Jo shaking with laughter;
and holding hands.
“What is that,” Dean counters, gesturing to Charlie and Jo’s interwoven fingers.
Charlie holds her hand up proudly, pulling Jo’s with it.
“That is me holding hands with the girl that I just asked to go on a date with
Before Dean can reply, the professor starts talking, and
Dean looks over at him. “Hello, I’m Professor Tran-” is all Dean hears before
his eyes slide back to the beautiful student sat in front of him.
Dean doesn’t learn anything
Dean is lying in bed, his music blasting round his room,
when his phone sounds, and of course (who else would text him, ruining the flow
of his music?) it’s Charlie.
What? Aren’t you on
Yes, but Jo reminded
me that I need to tell you something.
Dean furrows his brow. Now he’s interested.
What is it?
You know the boy from
photography? That you have your dorky crush on?
I don’t have a crush.
Yeah, right. Well, he
assumed that Jo and I knew you, and…
And? Nothing is ever
good when you put dot dot dot.
HE ASKED FOR YOUR
Dean’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches in his throat. The
guy asked for his number?
DID YOU GIVE IT TO
Have you met me? Of
course I did. Now, I’m going back to Jo. See you later!
Dean flops backwards on his bed, holding his phone in a
death grip, his head spinning. His music begins to fill the room again, and he
closes his eyes, trying to recall the mystery-blue-eyed-student’s face as best
he could; he can’t even remember whether he had heard the professor say the
Sitting up and getting ready to type an irritated response
to Charlie about her texting him after she’d said she was leaving, Dean freezes
when he sees the new message.
Hey, my name’s Cas,
I’m the guy from your photography lesson. Want to go for lunch tomorrow?
“Have you texted Cas back yet?”
“No,” Dean mutters, stretching out further along the sofa.
Flicking through channels on the TV, he chances a look at Charlie, who is
staring back at him stonily. “Stop staring at me.”
“You need to message him,” Charlie says, bounding from her
seat over to Dean and sprawling herself on top of him. "He’s gonna think you
don’t like him.”
“Get off of me,“ Dean whines, pushing at Charlie’s limbs,
some of which are dangling over his face. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me.”
“You know what would make me love you a lot more, Charlie
Bradbury?” Dean asks, still attempting to throw his roommate off of him. “If
you got off of me, went into the kitchen, and brought me a piece of pie.”
Charlie rolls her eyes, flying off of Dean and onto the
floor, grabbing his phone.
“He- hey! What’re you doing with my phone?”
Dean stands awkwardly at the park gates, leaning casually
against them before jumping and standing up straight any time that someone with
dark hair walks towards him. Biting his lip furiously, he pulls his phone from
his pocket, hurriedly typing out a message to Charlie.
He’s not here yet.
You’re meeting him at
1. It’s 1:07. Give the guy some time.
What if he doesn’t
Then he’s a jerkwad
and he’s not worth you and your fabulous self.
“Talking to anyone interesting?”
Dean jumps, his phone slipping from his hand. Cas reaches
out, catching Dean’s phone before it hits the floor.
“Careful,” Cas grins, holding Dean’s phone out to him. Dean
gives him a small smile, taking the phone, accidentally brushing Cas’s hand.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, pulling his hand back quickly.
Cas tilts his head to the side. “You’re blushing.”
“Are you going to question everything I say?”
Dean grins, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. “Am I?”
“Oh, very funny,” Cas nods in mock sincerity. “We’ve been
together for five minutes and you’ve already won me over with your humour.”
“I’m comedy gold,” Dean agrees. “Shall we go? There’s a coffee
shop that Charlie and I go to, it’s only a short walk. We could go there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Do you always wear that trench coat?” Dean asks as Cas
takes said coat off, hanging it over the back of his chair. “You wore it to class
"It’s my favourite,” Cas says defensively. “Even if it isn’t
"Fashionable?” Dean asks, grinning when Cas glares at him. “So, what d’you want to eat?”
Dean learns a lot about Cas in the time that it takes them
to eat; his name is actually Castiel, he has three brothers, his childhood best
friends were called Balthazar (which Dean thinks is a hilarious name) and Anna.
“Shall we go for a walk?” Cas asks after they’ve both finished
“Great.” Cas stands up, slipping his coat on. “Let’s go,” he
says, throwing their rubbish in the bin and picking up his coffee cup. He holds
his hand out towards Dean, prompting him to take it, before widening his eyes,
as if he’s only just realising what he’s doing. His hand quickly falls to his
side, retreating into his pocket. Dean picks up his cup and stands, walking
over to the coffee shop door and opening it, before turning back and holding
his own hand out to Cas. Cas sucks in a breath, pulling his hand from his
pocket and taking Dean’s; they’re both smiling as they walk out of the coffee
"So,” Dean says. “Tell me more about yourself.”
“Well, I told you a lot of stuff while we were eating… what
else do you want to know?”
“Your brother, Gabriel?” Dean prompts, one of his hands
holding Cas’s and the other brushing along the park fence. Kicking up leaves,
he continues. “How close are you with him?”
“I live with him.”
“We moved out at the same time and bought an apartment
together. He’s… annoying sometimes, kind of a trickster, but…”
“You still love him.”
“Yes. So, how come you live with Charlie? I very much like
her, by the way. She’s the one who gave me your number.”
Dean grins, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been friends with
Charlie since we were kids, she’s like my sister. I’m not surprised she gave
you my number. She likes you as much as I do.”
“You like me?”
“I- uh- I…”
"You stutter a lot when you’re around me.”
Dean smiles shyly, glancing down to where his hand is still
clutching Cas’s. “I know.”
“Can I ask you something?”
Dean’s gaze moves to Cas’s eyes, and when he looks into
them, he almost forgets to answer. “Sure.”
“When you answered my message, did you want to hang out as
friends… or is this a date?”
“Well, actually… it was Charlie that answered you. She stole
my phone,” Dean says, his smile widening past what he thought was even
possible. “Secondly, considering you asked for my number, we got lunch, I told
you a lot about myself, and now we’re holding hands… I’d say this is a date.”
Cas’s face lights up, and he squeezes Dean’s hand slightly. “Good.
So, can I see you again?”
"Tell me everything,” Charlie says as soon as Dean walks in
the door. “Was he nice? What did he wear? What did you talk about? Where did
you go? Did you kiss him? Are you going on a second date? I need to know!”
“Chill, Charlie,” Dean laughs, hanging his jacket on the
door. “And, to answer your questions; yes, his trench coat, a lot of things, we
had coffee and went for a walk, no, and yes. Is that everything you want to
“Are you kidding me? I have so many more questions.”
Months into Castiel and Dean’s relationship, Dean is happy.
He goes on walks with Cas, gets coffee with Cas, goes to the movies with Cas,
he and Cas sleep at each other’s apartments and face relentless teasing from
Gabriel and Charlie, and when she’s there, Jo. Cas teaches him new things,
shows him how to see the beauty in things he didn’t notice before, and makes
Dean shrieks loudly and collapses onto the bed as Cas’s
hands connect with his side, poking and prodding. Cas grins, following him,
straddling his waist and leaning forward to kiss Dean’s forehead. “You know, you’re really adorable,” Cas says,
sliding his fingers over Dean’s neck and laughing when Dean scrunches his face
up in a smile, pushing his head down onto his shoulders. “And hopelessly
Cas gasps, a hand flying to his heart. “Rude. I’m going to
have to get you back for that, you know.”
“Nohoho, Cahas, I’m sohorry,” Dean laughs, drumming his feet
on the bed.
“Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you will be.”
“Nohoho, cohohome ohon!” Dean giggles when Cas’s fingers
skate over his sides again. “Thihis ihis mehean!”
“Oh, so you’re telling me to shut up and you’re calling me mean? Well, Dean, that’s just not nice, is
it?” Cas asks, skittering his fingers over Dean’s stomach, cherishing the loud
laughter it produces, smiling when Dean attempts to grab onto his wrists and
shakes his head from side to side. Cas pauses his attack to grab Dean’s hands,
pinning them under his knees. Starting his torture on Dean’s stomach again, Cas
lets out a laugh when Dean shrieks and bucks as much as possible, before
falling back down onto the bed in hysterical laughter. “God, Dean, how ticklish
“Vehehery, ohobviouslyhehe!” Dean laughs, pulling at his
“Wow, if you can still say words like obviously then I must
need to tickle you a lot more.”
“Nohoho!” In a sudden moment of desperation and stupidity,
Dean yells out for help. “Chahaharlie! Johoho!”
Dean hears the thumping sound of people running (or rather,
one red head running, and one blonde walking behind her in exasperation), and
his bedroom door flies open with a crash.
“Cas, are you tickling Dean without
me?” Charlie asks as she bursts into the room, Jo at her heels. Blowing her hair
from her face, Charlie bounds over to the bed, jumping and landing beside the
still laughing Dean. “I feel betrayed. You always
need to recruit me when tickling Dean.” Jo looks at the three of them in mild
amusement before Charlie asks, “Jo, wanna help?”
“Sure,” Jo grins, sitting next to her girlfriend.
“Nohoho, Chaharlie, Joho, plehehease, plehease dohon’t!
Mahake Cahahas leheave me alohohone! Tehehell him to stohohop,” Dean laughs,
throwing his head back and shrieking loudly when Cas hits a certain spot on his stomach.
“Cas, Dean says to stop,” Charlie orders half-heartedly,
pointing a finger at Castiel.
“No,” Cas answers with a defiant nod of his head and a feral
grin at Dean.
“Ah, well, I tried, Dean,” Charlie sighs, grabbing Dean’s
arms from under Castiel’s knees and pulling them above Dean’s head, kneeling on
his hands. “Now, if I can’t stop Cas, I can at least help him, can’t I? That
Dean’s eyes widen as he feels his arms move up to above his
head. “Nohoho, plehease! Thahat is soho nohot fair!”
Charlie grins, “I know,” before spidering her fingers under
Dean’s arms, letting out a chuckle when he shrieks again, before dissolving
into uncontrollable laughter. Jo scoots closer to Charlie, smiling fondly at
her, skating her fingers over Dean’s neck, and Cas scribbles his fingers over
Dean’s hips, causing his boyfriend to make a noise close to a scream, arching
his back as much as he can with Cas sitting on his waist.
“NAHAHA, CAHAHAS, NOT THEHEHERE! I’M SOHOHORRY FOR CAHALLING
“And for telling me to shut up?”
“YEHEHES, I’M SOHORRY!”
“Awh, isn’t he just so cute,” Charlie coos, smiling down at
“Adorable,” says Jo, raising her eyebrows and giving Dean a
smug smile when he attempts to scowl at her. “Don’t glare at me Dean, it’s
“He is adorable,” Cas agrees, bending down and placing a
kiss on Dean’s cheek, which proves difficult due to Dean’s squirming. “Apology
“THEHEHEN LEHET ME GOHOHO!”
“We will,” Charlie nods. “In a minute.”
Cas moves his hands away from Dean’s hips, tracing light
patterns on his sides instead, and Charlie slows her fingers, spidering them up
Dean’s arms and over his elbows and wrists, making Dean shiver and letting his
hysterical laughter die down into small giggles.
Jo, Charlie, and Cas all back off, leaving Dean to lie on
the bed, panting, trying his hardest to glare at the three of them through his
“You’re ahall horrible,” Dean says, not even trying to get
rid of the wide smile on his face. “So horrible.”
Charlie and Jo raise their eyebrows and frown, faking hurt.
“Watch it,” Cas warns, wiggling his fingers. “We can always
Dean glares at him, still giggling, and scoots to the corner
of his bed. "I don’t like you.”
Cas smiles. “Love you too, Dean.”
Dean leans in, refusing to take his green eyes away from
Cas’s blue ones. He presses his lips against Castiel’s, smiling and
intertwining their fingers, closing his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Dean. Though I would love you more if you
would just let me drink my hot chocolate.”
“There should be marshmallows in the kitchen, unless Charlie’s
already eaten them all… which she probably has.”
“Dean Winchester. You might have marshmallows and you didn’t
tell me immediately? I feel betrayed.”
“Oh, well now, we can’t have that, can we?” Dean laughs,
standing up and walking into the kitchen. When he comes out again, bag of
marshmallows in hand, Cas is curled up in a cocoon of blankets, his head
resting on the arm of the sofa, his eyes glazed over and staring out of the
window, where, in the park next door, autumn leaves are falling, spiralling
downwards slowly, before a breeze carries them out of sight. “Cas? You
Cas blinks, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. He
turns to Dean with a confused look on his face, as if only just noticing he’s
there. “When can I meet your family?”
Whatever Dean was expecting, it wasn’t that. “Why d’you want to meet my family?”
“Well, it’s just that,” Cas begins, sitting upright and
shedding his blankets as Dean flops down onto the sofa next to him. “You’ve met
Gabriel already. And you’re meeting my other brothers soon, right? We made
plans for next week. You’ve met my parents, and Balthazar. You’ll probably meet
Anna at some point. So, I just wondered when I could meet your family.”
Before Dean can form an answer, his phone sounds, buzzing
from the table.
Are you coming home
Yeah. I’ll see you in
a few days, Sam.
Dean turns to Cas. “How about you meet them this weekend?”
Dean parks his car, grinning when he sees his little brother
racing down the garden path to meet him. Clambering out of his Impala, he holds
his arm out, his hand meeting Sam’s in a high five.
"It’s Sam, I know, I know,” Dean says solemnly, pulling his
brother into a one armed hug. “How’s life?”
"It’s good!” Sam says enthusiastically, grabbing the sleeve
of Dean’s jacket and pulling him towards the house. “I made friends with this
guy called Ash, from school. He’s kinda weird, but he’s cool, and guess what?”
“I’ve started talking to Jess!” Sam exclaims, delight
obvious on his face. “I wonder if she’ll go to the same college as me…”
“Did you ask her out yet?” Dean asks, laughing. Sam’s been
in love with Jess, the girl from down the house next door, for years. Dean can
remember little 7 year old Sam giving her his favourite football as a grand
gesture of his love; he can also remember Jessica being ecstatic at having a
new ball, and giving Sam an apple in return.
“She’d say no.”
“She wouldn’t. Where’s Dad?”
“He’s inside. Come on.” Sam drags Dean into the house,
barely giving him time to lock his car. Listening to Sam chatting animatedly
about school, Dean lets himself be pulled into the living room, seeing his
father on the sofa, several beer bottles on the table, and a game of football
blasting from the TV. "Dad, Dean’s here.”
John twists round to view his sons, sending a small smile
and a nod to the two of them. “Hi, Dean.”
“I’ve been telling him about Jess,” Sam explains, tugging on
Dean’s jacket again and gesturing towards the stairs. “Come on, I wanna show
you some new stuff I’ve got. It’s in my room.” They’re halfway up the stairs
when Sam says, “So, how’s college? Are your classes good? Are you dating
Dean is not expecting the amount of noise that he would get
from the reply, “Yeah, classes are alright, and I’ve been seeing this guy
Sam nods and continues the conversation. “I didn’t know you
liked guys. What’s he like?” at the same time that John crashes into the
hallway, staring at the two brothers from the bottom of the stairs, asking
incredulously, “You- you’re seeing a guy?”
Dean turns back to face his dad. "Yeah.”
“You like guys now?”
“What did you say this guy’s name is again?” John
interrupts, folding his arms.
"Cas,” Dean answers, wondering where the conversation is
leading to. “It’s short for Castiel.”
“Yeah?” says John, uncrossing his arms and pointing a finger
at Dean, his expression cold. “Well, tell this Castiel that you’re breaking up with him.”
Sam’s mouth drops open, and his eyes fill with anger. “Dad!
Dean freezes. “I- you- what?
I’m not dumping Cas.”
“No son of mine is dating a guy. It’s unnatural. Men don’t
“Wow, Dad,” Dean says, his voice starting to shake, but
still full of venom. “Could you be more homophobic?”
"I’m serious, Dean, you either break up with that boy, or
you’re not welcome in this house anymore.”
"What am I gonna do, Sam?”
“I don’t know,” Sam says, his voice quiet. He sits on his
bed next to his brother, meeting Dean’s sad gaze with his own. “I don’t want to
have to stop seeing you, we barely see each other as it is, but I don’t want
you to have to stop dating Cas either. I’ve not even met him, and I can already
tell that he makes you happy.”
“Speaking of meeting him, he’s meant to be coming here
tomorrow. I’m going to have to call him and tell him not to come,” Dean sighs in
“Wait, Cas is coming here?”
“Yeah, he wanted to meet you and Dad. Something tells me we
aren’t all exactly going to sit down and smile, though.”
“Dean Winchester. You may be the older brother, but right
now, I’m telling you what to do,” Sam announces, standing up. “And what I’m telling
you to do is call your boyfriend and make sure he drives here tomorrow. I want
to meet him, and you are going to keep dating him.”
“But I’ll have to stop seeing you,” Dean reminds him. “I don’t
want to stop seeing you. You’re my little brother, Sammy.”
“And he’s your boyfriend,” Sam says softly, kneeling in
front of Dean. “You’re not losing him. So call him and make sure he’s still
coming, or I’ll steal his number from your phone and call him myself.” With
that, Sam spins round and walks from the room.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Dean smiles slightly when
he realises that Sam let him call him Sammy.
Dean speeds to the front door, throwing it open and racing
down the garden path, reaching Cas and throwing his arms around him. Cas
staggers backwards, eyes widening as his boyfriend buries his face in his
shoulder, Dean’s hands holding fistfuls of his trench coat. Cas wraps his arms
around Dean, holding him and gripping him tighter when Dean’s breathing gets
“Dean? What’s wrong?”
“I- it’s just- I don’t know what to say,” Dean mumbles,
holding Cas tighter. “Yesterday was a long day.”
Dean and Cas look back towards the house as the front door
opens and Sam’s head sticks out, looking at them curiously. Dean smiles,
pulling away from Cas, though he still grips his boyfriend’s hand. “That’s your
brother, Sam?” Cas whispers, squeezing Dean’s hand. Dean nods, beckoning Sam
over with a wave of his hand. Sam rushes over to them, smiling brightly at
“Hey,” Cas replies. "It’s nice to meet you, I’ve been
wanting to for a while now. Shall we go inside? I could meet your dad as well.”
Sam sucks in a breath and looks down at the floor; Dean does
“What?” Cas asks confusedly. “Did I say something?”
“Our dad’s out right now,” Sam says, looking up. “I think we
should go inside… not in the living room. Upstairs.”
Dean nods, nudging Cas towards the front door. They enter
the house and walk up to Sam’s room, the three of them sitting on the bed. Sam
and Dean tell Cas everything that John said, and by the end of it, Cas is
pacing around the room, his eyes wide.
“So he’s making you choose between Sam or… me?”
Cas sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Choose Sam.”
Dean stands up abruptly, mouth dropping open and eyes full
of shock. "Cas!”
Cas opens his mouth to talk again, but Dean raises his hand,
cutting him off. “No. Castiel Novak, I am not
breaking up with you. I love you. No matter what my dad says, I am not choosing
between you and Sam. I’m not losing either one of you,” Dean finishes.
“Dad’s back,” Sam says, peeking out of his window. “Cas, I
want you to meet him.”
Dean and Castiel look at Sam in disbelief. “Sam, I really
don’t think that that’s such a good idea,” Cas says, and Dean nods frantically
from beside him.
"It’s a terrible idea,” Dean says, walking to the window and
watching their dad climb out of his car. “If he sees Cas, I’m think that he’ll
Dean hears the front door open and close, and hears John’s
muffled greeting to him and Sam. Sam bites his lip, scrunching his face up as
though he’s contemplating what to do next. Without warning, he rushes from the
room, pounding down the stairs; Cas and Dean stare at each other in shock
before rushing after him.
Dean skids to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, Cas behind
him, both of them taking in the scene before them. Sam is stood on the bottom
stair, arms folded, gazing calmly at John, who is staring back at him, a
suspicious look on his face.
“Dean,” John says, nodding at his eldest son. “Who’s that?” he asks, gesturing towards Cas, who is frozen awkwardly behind his boyfriend.
“Well, it’s- that’s- he’s-” Dean stutters, casting his brain
around for an explanation; one other than “This is my boyfriend, Castiel, that
you demanded I never see again.”
“Uh, hello, says Cas awkwardly. "I’m… well, my name is-”
"That’s Cas,” Sam says flatly, his face showing no emotion. “That’s Dean’s boyfriend. You know, the one that you told him to not see
"Sam!” Dean says indignantly. He looks worriedly between
Cas, who is looking at John, eyes wide, and his father, who is glaring at
Castiel with a look that could kill. "Dad, he-”
"No, Dean!” John says, his voice already rising. "I told you
that you were never to see this boy again, and then you… you have the nerve to bring him here?” Dean opens
his mouth to interrupt, but John cuts him off with a raise of his hand. "You?” he says, pointing a finger at Cas. “Leave. You’re not welcome here. Dean… you
go with him, AND DON’T YOU EVER COME
BACK TO THIS HOUSE! I DON’T WANT YOU SEEING SAM AGAIN,” John shouts.
Dean swallows, his throat tight. “Dad,” he says, his voice
barely more than a whisper. “You can’t-”
“Except I can,
Dean. Get your stuff and get out of this house, NOW!”
Cas sucks in a breath, taking a step down the stairs. “Listen, Mr Winchester, I-”
“No, Cas, I need to talk,” says Sam, taking a step towards
his father. “Dean isn’t going anywhere, Dad, and neither is Cas.”
“Look, Sam, this- this doesn’t concern you, so you just-”
"No. You’re wrong. This does concern me, because Dean is my
brother, and you’re telling him that we can’t see each other anymore. Cas is my
friend, and you’re ruining his relationship. So this time, you are not sending me to my room, so that the
adults can talk. This is important to me. You are not breaking Cas and Dean
up,” Sam says angrily, walking closer to his father. “You are going to let them
stay together, and you are going to let Dean and I see each other.”
"Or what?” John replies stubbornly, glaring at Sam. “You’re
a teenager. You don’t have any choice in this, Sam.”
“You like your job at the garage, don’t you, Dad?”
John narrows his eyes, regarding Sam suspiciously. “What’s
“Don’t you think it would be a shame,” Sam continues, now
less than a metre away from John. “If someone were to tell your boss that you
have a slight tendency to be homophobic? Especially towards your own son.”
Dean lets out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding.
"Sam,” he warns, glancing furtively at Cas, who stares back, biting his lip.
Sam ignores him, not taking his gaze from John’s eyes. Sam’s
face is the exact opposite of his father’s; Sam is emotionless, calm; John is
seething, breathing heavily, his face full of hate and anger.
"Sam,” Dean repeats, edging closer to his family. "Sam, don’t-”
“Shut up, Dean,” John snaps, glaring daggers at his eldest
“Dad, don’t talk to Dean like that. And Dean,” Sam says,
turning to frown at his brother. "Let me speak.”
Dean sighs, backing away from his brother. He walks halfway
up the stairs to Cas, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and squeezing it tight. “Do
you think Sam knows what he’s doing?” he whispers, unheard to Sam and John.
"I do,” Cas mutters back, looking at Dean from the corner of
his eye. “I think he knows what he’s doing. I just don’t know if it will work.”
Dean nods slightly, turning his attention back to his
brother and father.
“Sam, leave me and my work out of this,” warns John, sending
Sam a venomous look. “This is not about me. This is about Dean and the fact
that he’s… wrong.”
Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Personally, I think that
being homophobic is wrong, but maybe that’s just me. Now, I’m pretty sure that
if I told Bobby how you’ve been treating Cas and Dean, that he’d fire you in a
“Sam Winchester,” John says, his voice low. "Do not even-”
"Are you going to let Dean see both me and Castiel?”
"No, I’m not.”
Sam sighs in mock frustration, pulling his phone from his
pocket. "I guess I could call Bobby and-”
“No, Sam!” John shouts out angrily, making a grab for the
phone; Sam pulls it away. “I- fine. Fine, Sam, just don’t get me fired.”
“No promises,” Sam shoots back. He pauses for a second
before continuing. “So, you’ll let Dean and Cas stay together? And you’ll still
let Dean come home?”
“Yes. But… his boyfriend doesn’t come here. Ever again.”
“You can stop Cas coming into this house, even if I think
that it’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop him coming here with Dean.”
John clenches his fists, glaring daggers at his two sons and
Castiel. He takes a few steps away from Sam, not breaking eye contact with his
youngest son as he backs towards the front door and opens it, filling the
hallway with cold, crisp air. “Fine,” he snaps, moving his gaze to Cas and
Dean’s entwined fingers. “Fine. I don’t care, but Dean, just know this… as long
as you are with that boy, you may be allowed into my house, you may be allowed
to see Sam… but you are not my son.” He
storms out of the door, slamming it shut behind him and leaving Castiel and the
Winchester brothers alone together.
"That… went better than I expected,” Sam says in shock.
“You think that went well?” Dean asks incredulously, staring at his little brother in disbelief.
“Well… you’re allowed to come home, you don’t have to break
up with Cas, and no one died. I’m counting it as a win.”
A small smile plays on Dean’s lips as he releases Castiel’s
hand and walks to his brother, pulling him into a tight hug. Sam grins and closes
his eyes, wrapping his arms around Dean, sighing contentedly into his brother’s
shoulder. Dean removes one of his arms from Sam, using it to beckon Cas over to
them. Cas chuckles and strides over to them, smiling wider as Sam and Dean each
wrap one arm around him. Placing a soft kiss on Dean’s cheek, Cas holds Sam and
Dean happily; they stand buried in each other for another five minutes before
finally pulling away.
“Well done, Sammy,” Dean says proudly, reaching out to
ruffle his younger brother’s hair. "Thank you.”
“For what? Making it be that you and Cas can stay together?
Or just being generally awesome?” Sam says cockily, smirking up at his brother.
Dean rolls his eyes, messing Sam’s hair up even more.
"Hey!” Sam says, ducking away from Dean’s hand. “Quit it!”
"I can’t,” Dean grins, putting his arm around Sam’s waist
and keeping him in place with one hand, using his other hand to further dishevel
Sam’s hair. “I have to mess with you, it’s my job as an older brother.”
“No, it’s not, Dean- Ah, Dean, get off,” Sam grumbles,
pushing weakly at his brother and attempting to glare at Cas, who is biting his
lip to suppress a laugh at the brothers. "Shut up, Cas.”
Cas lets out a breathy laugh, raising an eyebrow at Sam. "I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to,” Sam says, still trying to escape from Dean’s grip. “The look on your face is enough.”
“Hey now, Sammy,” Dean says, landing a few pokes to Sam’s
side. “Don’t get sassy with my boyfriend.”
“No, I’m no- ah! Dean, I’m not!”
“Uh huh,” Dean nods, narrowing his eyes. “It sure seems like
you are, don’t you agree, Cas?”
“Oh, I do,” Cas says solemnly, sending Sam a smug grin. “He
was being very rude. I don’t know how you can stand it, Dean.”
“Well, when Sam’s being sassy-” Dean says, ignoring the
protests of "I’m not being sassy!” that Sam blurts out. “I get revenge on him,” Dean finishes, winding his hand under Sam’s shirt and skating his fingers over
the younger Winchester’s side.
“Noho, Dehean! Cohome ohon,” Sam giggles, doubling over and
trying to grab at Dean’s wrists. “Dohohon’t!”
“Don’t what, Sammy?”
Dean whoops in victory before replying, “Tickle you? It
would be my pleasure!”
Cas shakes his head, laughing. "I can’t believe you fell for
“Cas, come and help me,” Dean orders as Sam falls to the
ground, Dean supporting him, straddling him, and pinning his hands under his
“Nohoho! Cahas, dohon’t! Dehean!”
“Shush, Sammy,” orders Dean, scribbling his fingers over
Sam’s stomach and sending the younger Winchester into a laughing fit. “Ah,
isn’t he adorable?” Dean coos, using one hand to pinch Sam’s cheek.
"I ahaham nohot!”
Cas sits above Sam’s head, frowning. "I have to say, Sam, I
agree with Dean. You’re adorable.” He trails his fingers over Sam’s neck,
causing him to giggle and scrunch his shoulders up.
“Noho, Cas,” Sam laughs, shoving at Dean. “Waha- wahait,
Dehean, noHOHO! DEHEAN!” Sam shrieks and his squirming increases tenfold as
Dean reaches behind him to scrabble his fingers over his knees, his jeans doing
very little to protect him. “DEHEHEAN, NOHOT THEHERE!”
Dean smiles lovingly at Sam, taking in every single inch of
his little brother’s joyful face; the way Sam’s hair flies over his face when
he shakes his head, the way his eyes close and crinkle at the sides, the way
his mouth opens wide when he laughs. "Why not there, Sammy? Sweet spot?”
Dean pauses for a second, looking at Sam with a look that is
a mix of surprise and happiness. “Wow, De? I can’t remember the last time you
called me that.”
Sam giggles, trying to evade Castiel’s fingers, which are
still swiping over his neck. “Wehell, yohou still cahall me Sahahammy, I need a
nihickname fohor you. Ahand it gohot you to stohop, didn’t ihit?”
Dean grins and narrows his eyes, placing his fingers on Sam’s
sides, chuckling when Sam shakes his head wildly. “Not for long.”
Sam looks pleadingly up at Cas, who smiles and winks down at
him, retracting his hands from Sam’s neck. Sam watches curiously as Castiel
stands up, suddenly flying at Dean and knocking him from Sam’s waist; Dean hits
the floor with a surprised "oof”, sitting up to look at his boyfriend in shock.
Cas just grins evilly, calling Sam over with a casual wave of his hand.
“Cas, what’re you- no. No, Cas, come on!” Dean cries as Cas
pulls his arms above his head, kneeling on them and wiggling his fingers. “Cahas, don’t! Plehease! Saham!”
“You’re already starting to giggle,” Cas says. “I haven’t
even started yet.”
“I dohon’t-” Dean stops, taking a breath and collecting
himself. "I don’t giggle.”
“Shut up, Sam.”
Sam raises his eyebrows, sitting himself atop Dean’s waist. “You’re not really in any position to be rude.”
Dean shivers and squirms when Cas gently trails his fingers
down his arms. "Cahahas, noho…”
Cas tilts his head to the side. “What’s wrong, Dean?”
"Yohou knohow what!”
“No, I don’t,” Cas says solemnly, frowning in mock
confusion. “What’s the matter, Dean?” he asks, his fingers creeping under
“No, no, Cahahas, nohot theheHEHERE! CAHAHAS!” Dean shrieks,
pulling at his arms.
“UNDER MY AHAHARMS! CAHAS!”
Sam laughs along with his brother, slipping his hand under
Dean’s shirt and lightly tickling his stomach.
“NOHOHO, SAHAM! NOHOT YOU TOO!”
“Yes, me too.”
Dean groans through his laughter, glaring at his brother.
Sam just smiles back brightly, giving Dean the most innocent look he can muster
“YOHOHOU’RE BOTH AHAHAWFUL!”
Cas lets out a small laugh, and Sam’s mouth drops open as he
fakes hurt. “Wow, Dean. Rude. Why’re we awful? Does this tickle or something?”
“WEHEHELL NOHO, IHIT FEELS FIHINE, SAHAM!”
“Oh, you’re being
sarcastic? I guess I’ll have to do this then.”
Before Dean can protest, Sam’s fingers are scribbling
unbearably over his hips, and Dean completely forgets how to speak, let alone
send sass towards his brother. Two of his worst spots are being attacked at the
same time; he can’t even form coherent thoughts anymore.
“SAHAHA- SAHAHAM!” Dean laughs, regaining the knowledge of
how to talk. “CAHAHAS, PLEHEHE- I CAHA- I CAHAHAN’T-”
Sam smirks, slowing his fingers and signalling for Cas to do
the same. "You can’t what, Dean?”
"I cahahan’t breheheathe,” Dean giggles, panting.
“You’re talking,” Cas points out. “If you can talk, you can
“Cohome ohon, plehease?”
”Maybe we should
give him a break,” Cas says, pulling his hands away from his boyfriend. “I
think he’ll pass out otherwise, and that may ruin this bonding moment.”
“Yeah, alright,” Sam agrees, climbing off of Dean and laying
on the ground next to him. Dean smiles, slinging an arm over Sam’s shoulder.
“Cassie, come here,” Dean calls, reaching above him and
grabbing Castiel’s sleeve, pulling gently on it. Cas smiles, crawling next to
Dean and resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Dean pushes his hand
into Castiel’s, weaving their fingers together.
“Who would’ve thought that the hallway floor would be so
comfy?” Sam jokes, running one hand through his hair. Cas and Dean smile,
staring up at the ceiling.
“Do you think that Dad will ever accept me and Cas?” Dean
asks after a while, directing the question to neither his boyfriend nor brother
Sam sighs, biting his lip. “I could lie and say yes… but no.
I- I don’t think so, Dean.”
Dean smiles weakly, closing his eyes. “Well… if Dad doesn’t
accept me for who I am, he’s not worth my time, right? I can get over it. I’m
over it. Already.”
Sam gives Dean a sad look. “No, you’re not.”
Dean opens his eyes, turning to look at his brother. “No,
I’m not. But… I have my brother, and I have my boyfriend. I have Charlie and
Jo. I’ll be okay. I’m okay.”
"Save some popcorn for me!” Charlie shouts, vaulting herself
over the back of the couch and landing on top of Jo and Cas, who both shriek
“Then don’t eat all of the jelly beans!” Dean shoots back,
waggling a finger at his roommate.
“I didn’t eat them all!”
“You didn’t eat them all yet,” Dean corrects, leaning into Castiel. “You and Sam have had half the bowl
between the two of you.”
“You should slow down,” Cas says, agreeing with his
“On the plus side,” Charlie says, stuffing popcorn into her
mouth. “If we’re sick, it’ll look like a pretty cool jelly beans rainbow.”
Jo snorts, pushing the popcorn bowl away from her
girlfriend. “I don’t think that’s how it works. Pretty sure you’ll have gross
coloured vomit, whatever you eat.”
“I say it’ll be rainbow coloured,” Charlie argues with a
nod. “Sam will back me up.”
“I agree with Charlie,” says Sam, scooping up a handful of
jelly beans and pouring them into his mouth. “It’ll be a magical rainbow.”
Dean opens his mouth to disagree, only to be stopped when
Cas puts a hand over his mouth. Rolling his eyes, Dean pushes Castiel’s hand
away, sticking his tongue out at him. “Cas, is Gabriel coming or not? Because I
wanna start the movie,” Dean complains.
“He’s coming. He’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
“Sam, Charlie, can you last ten minutes without eating all
of our food?”
“No promises,” Charlie says cheerily, reaching across Jo for
the bowl of popcorn.
“Nope,” Dean says, picking up the bowl and holding it out of
Charlie’s reach. “No more popcorn. Not until Gabriel gets here and we start the
"Dean, can’t I just-”
Charlie glares at Dean, falling back against Jo. "Sam, defend my honour.”
“What honour?” Dean asks, grinning.
“Oh, that’s it! Winchester, you’re going down!” Charlie
yells, diving over Cas and onto Dean’s lap, digging her fingers into his sides.
Dean shrieks, falling onto his back, spilling the majority of the popcorn out
of the bowl and onto the floor.
"Don’t sass me next time, there are consequences.”
"Do I have honour?”
Sam shakes his head at Dean. "Shouldv’e said yes, De.
Charlie, go for his hips.”
“Oh, I know,” Charlie replies, sending a devilish grin
towards Dean, who looks back, eyes wide with panic.
“Noho, Charlie, wait, don’t!” Dean protests before Charlie
latches onto his hips.
"Say what I want.”
“FIHINE! YOHOU HAHAVE HONOUR! SOHO MUCH HOHONOUR!”
"I do, don’t I?”
"I hate you,” grumbles Dean, sitting up and punching
“You deserved it,” Cas says, taking Dean’s hand and
squeezing it. "You were being rude.”
"I didn’t deserve it!”
"You did,” Jo says simply.
“No one here agrees with you, Dean,” Sam points out, getting
to his feet. “I’m going to go and get the other bag of popcorn, considering
Dean’s thrown most of the first one onto the floor.”
“I didn’t mean to! And I’ll come with you, I have to talk to
you about something.”
Sam frowns, walking away, Dean on his heels. He takes the
bag of popcorn from the cupboard, and leans against the wall behind him,
looking Dean straight in the eyes. "So, what’s up?”
Dean takes a deep breath, biting his lip and trying to
figure out how to phrase what he wants to say. “I want to try and make it so
that you can live with me.”
Sam drops the bag of popcorn, barely registering it hitting
the ground with a soft thump. “You- I- you want… what?” he stutters, shocked.
“I know it’s sort of a long shot, and we’ll have to do a lot
of work to get Dad to agree to it, but… well, I miss you. Dad doesn’t seem like
he pays much attention to you. I don’t live that far away from your school,
it’s only about an hour by bus, and, well, you’re 18. You won’t be at that
school for much longer. You’ll be in college soon,” Dean rambles, sounding
breathless. “You could go to the same college as me, if you want to! And I’m 21
almost 22, and so is Charlie, so… we’re both old enough to take care of you. We
have a spare room, and Charlie agrees. She thinks you living here would be
cool. Like I said, it’s going to be difficult to sort out, but I want to at
least try it… What do you think? Do you want to?”
Sam stares silently at Dean, his mouth open. He blinks a few
times, trying to comprehend what his older brother has just offered to him.
When Sam doesn’t answer, Dean’s face falls. He bites his lip, looking at the
“I- uh, it’s fine if you don’t want to, I was just-” Dean is
cut off as Sam dives at him, enveloping him in a tight hug.
“Dean, of course I
want to! How soon can we start sorting it out? How long will it take to make it
happen? Can I bring all my stuff?”
“I don’t know if I can
make it happen, Sammy, but I’m going to try as best I can.” Dean glances back
towards Cas, Charlie, and Jo as he hears the doorbell ring. “I’m honestly
surprised Dad’s letting you stay here for just this weekend.
"Dad’s letting me stay here because he misses you. I think it’s his way of being nice.”
“I miss him. But… well, time will tell. Now, let’s go and
have our movie night, because I think Gabriel just got here.”
“How much older than Cas is Gabriel?”
“Well… Cas is 20, so… I think Gabe’s about 21. Same as me. Why?”
"Alright. Let’s go.”
Dean and Cas walk to their friends to see Jo and Charlie in
each other’s arms, faces inches apart, both smiling dopily, and Cas and Gabe
chatting animatedly to each other. Dean flops down next to Cas, winding their
feet together, causing Gabriel to laugh and roll his eyes. Sam squeezes in next
to Gabe, who turns to him and greets him with a lopsided grin.
Dean fights back a laugh as he watches Sam smile back at
Gabe sheepishly. Dean and Charlie look over at Sam, giving him a look that Sam
can tell is supposed to mean I-can-tell-you-think-he’s-cute-and-I-already-ship-you-two.
Ducking his head to hide his smile, the younger Winchester adjusts his
position on the sofa, coincidentally getting closer to Gabriel. “Oh, jeez,
sorry,” Sam mumbles as his elbow catches Gabe’s side.
Gabriel shrugs at him, taking two chocolate bars from the
table. “It’s alright. Want one?” he asks, offering a bar to Sam.
Still watching his little brother, Dean sees Sam take a bar
from Gabriel and stretch his legs out, accidentally knock over a glass of
lemonade that had been by his feet and sending fizzing liquid all over the
“Oh, shoot,” Sam mutters, bending down to pick up the glass.
Gabriel covers his mouth with his hand to hold in a short laugh.
Dean shakes his head, smiling. "I’ll get a towel,” he says,
walking into the bathroom.
As the ending credits of the movie start, Dean looks around at
the people he’s with. Charlie and Jo are both sleeping and clutching each other
under a pile of blankets, small content smiles on each of their faces. Sam and
Gabe are also asleep, Gabe sprawled out, taking more space than he really
needs, Sam’s head slowly slipping onto Gabriel’s shoulder; their hands also
seem to be inching closer together. Dean glances over at his boyfriend, to see
Cas awake and looking back at him, blue eyes bright against the darkness of the
“What are you thinking about?” Cas asks, tilting his head to
“Just… a lot of if only’s.”
Castiel’s look of curiosity morphs into one of confusion. “What
do you mean?”
Dean sighs, hugging Cas close to him. “If only my dad had
just accepted us. If only he didn’t hate me now. If only I had handled the
situation with him, instead of Sam. If only my mom was still alive, because… I
think she would have accepted us. Like I said, a lot of if only’s.”
Cas smiles sadly, his hands holding Dean’s shirt tight. “I
think your dad will come around.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He let Sam come here. I think he misses you.”
“I’m not so sure.”
Cas watches Dean in sadness; he’s never seen his boyfriend
look so dejected. “Hey,” he says softly, placing fingers under Dean’s chin and
turning the Winchester’s face towards him. “You know I love you, right?”
Dean smiles tiredly, happiness beginning to shine in his
eyes. “I know, Cas. I love you too.”
“Good,” Cas says.
Lost in the late night moment, Dean looks at Cas, studying
him. Looking at his piercing blue eyes, his messy hair, his crumpled clothes;
looking at his mouth, and the way that it’s curved into the most breath-taking,
tired smile that Dean has ever seen in his life. Before he knows it, Dean is
leaning forward, pressing his lips to Castiel’s, both their eyes fluttering
shut as they hold each other, warm and safe in a cocoon of blankets. Dean
places a hand on Castiel’s cheek, cupping his face. His other hand holds one of
Castiel’s, clutching it beneath the pile of pillows and covers. If only I had found you earlier, Dean thinks. If only I had had you with me for my whole life. Even if I didn’t have you for the first 21 years of my life, I want to spend the rest of it with you. If only it could be easy. Cas raises a hand, holding Dean’s side gently, pulling their bodies together, and in that second, with his eyes closed and his lips on Cas’s, Dean realises; with or without John, he has the most brilliant friends he could ever ask for, a brother that he loves with all of his heart, and a boyfriend who seems like an angel sent from Heaven itself. And he couldn’t be happier.
A concept: slav wrapping himself around shiro's neck like a scarf.
they do this regularly, with shiro curled up on the couch and slav atop the cushions, his head resting on shiro’s shoulders and shiro leaning back against slav’s torso.
slav will play with shiro’s hair while shiro talks about his day, and slav will ramble on about realities and statistics and they both listen attentively, totally engrossed in each other and caring so much about what they have to say.
it’s normal at this point, and no one really pays it much mind when they find the two of them still awake, still talking well into the night, their hands moving animatedly as they talk about their interests and pasts and their futures (because yes, slav determines one night, they will have a future).
and slav will watch shiro from the corner of his eyes as shiro talks, and when they switch to slav’s infodumps it’s shiro who turns his head to nuzzle further into the bytor’s side, settling in for the long run. it’s nice to have that kind of support, they think.
OMG! I really loved "Snap decision" ASDFGHJLJAHUSHABZY I L O V E D I T. It would be awesome if you make a second part, idk, maybe y/n and Jiminie exchange numbers and keep in contact and then become fuck buddies. If it's possible. I love your writting skills. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS (and all) FICS you've made. (btw I've had read all of them) ily <3
I so glad you that you liked it so much!!
Technically, she has his number already. And I suppose he could have copied her number when he had her phone in his hand… But no – my intention was never to write a part two.
Here’s the thing… Every story I write, I begin with a complete background on every character and that is the thing that will drive their behavior as I write. So I have way more information on both the OC & Jimin than what is shared in the story itself – where they live, how their jobs function, what their home lives are like, etc… And in this particular story, as I have designed these characters, a second meeting is extremely unlikely, logistically difficult, a fuck buddy relationship doesn’t really suit the OC, Jimin has plenty of other options available to him so he doesn’t need to add a fuck buddy to his current roster, and while Jimin was the perfect guy for that one night, he wouldn’t seem like such a great catch upon repeated interactions.
I personally think it’s best to leave it as a pleasant memory for our OC and allow her to use her renewed confidence to find a man who will better suit her for the long term.
I am trying to write a modern Javert, but I’ve been writing so much Jehan that their name is the first my fingers want to type when I hit a capital J. So I keep typing Jehan instead of Javert and now I cannot get the image of Jehan dressed up in the full 1830′s Inspector Javert getup out of my head. The hat is too big for them. The jacket is too big for them. They’d be flapping their arms in the sleeves and pulling Serious Faces. I can’t work like this