Day 4: A Taste on the Tongue
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iliaTitle: A Taste on the Tongue
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Dean Winchester. Castiel
Word Count: 182
Date: December 04
Author’s Notes: Today's response for my Advent Calender (spots still open). Apparently, this is the month for angels. Castiel has hijacked my brain.
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Castiel had that expression, the one that said he thought Dean was alotlittle cracked.
“What purpose does it serve?”
Dean shook his head. “I can’t explain it. You have to try it.”
Castiel pursed his borrowed lips. Dean rolled his eyes.
“It’s not gonna friggin kill you! Geez, loosen up a little, will ya?”
Dean hid his grin as Castiel sighed. He’d taught him that and he didn’t care what Sam said, he wasn’t corrupting the angel. It wasn’t like he was buying him hookers, Dean was just feeding him pie and teaching him a few things to fit in better.
“Seriously, it’s fun.” Dean tried to reassure him.
Castiel looked skeptical and not particularly enthused but despite that he stuck out his tongue. Dean choked back laughter as blue eyes crossed trying to keep the pink muscle in sight.
“It’s cold. And tasteless,” Castiel said after the moment it took for the snowflake to melt on his tongue. “I prefer gingerbread.”
“All right, already! You know I’m good for it, Cas. I’ll get you your frickin’ gingerbread.”
Pleased, Castiel smiled.
END
(Note: Also, please do tell if you were drawn here by the slashy sounding title. *deviously curious*)
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Dean Winchester. Castiel
Word Count: 182
Date: December 04
Author’s Notes: Today's response for my Advent Calender (spots still open). Apparently, this is the month for angels. Castiel has hijacked my brain.
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Castiel had that expression, the one that said he thought Dean was a
“What purpose does it serve?”
Dean shook his head. “I can’t explain it. You have to try it.”
Castiel pursed his borrowed lips. Dean rolled his eyes.
“It’s not gonna friggin kill you! Geez, loosen up a little, will ya?”
Dean hid his grin as Castiel sighed. He’d taught him that and he didn’t care what Sam said, he wasn’t corrupting the angel. It wasn’t like he was buying him hookers, Dean was just feeding him pie and teaching him a few things to fit in better.
“Seriously, it’s fun.” Dean tried to reassure him.
Castiel looked skeptical and not particularly enthused but despite that he stuck out his tongue. Dean choked back laughter as blue eyes crossed trying to keep the pink muscle in sight.
“It’s cold. And tasteless,” Castiel said after the moment it took for the snowflake to melt on his tongue. “I prefer gingerbread.”
“All right, already! You know I’m good for it, Cas. I’ll get you your frickin’ gingerbread.”
Pleased, Castiel smiled.
END
(Note: Also, please do tell if you were drawn here by the slashy sounding title. *deviously curious*)
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Date: 2008-12-05 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-05 03:25 am (UTC)can I be a snowflake?
Sure, you can. *grin* I'm gingerbread.