Fic: Delicious Sin
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iliaTitle: Delicious Sin
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ladyyueh
Disclaimer: No profit is made and no copyright infringement is intended
Rating: PG
Genre/Pairing: Castiel and Dean.
Warnings: No spoilers.
Notes: Foriambickilometer.
Summary: Cas drinks too much of something he shouldn't. Dean has to take matter into his own hands.
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It all started with a cup of coffee.
And really, what kind of shit goes down over a measly cup of crappy coffee?
Okay, there was that time that Sam had tackled him because Dean hadn’t given him his daily required amount of caffeine, but that didn’t count.
Anyway, Cas had been looking kind of wrecked and worn down, like a man on a deadline with too little sleep. Dean had absentmindedly handed him the extra cup of coffee he still hadn’t gotten used to not ordering. (Cas had taken a tentative sip and gotten a contemplative face before continuing to swallow it down. It was probably just as well that it was a Sam cup—full of mocha, soy milk, and topped with whipped cream—because Cas would have hated it black.)
Apparently that was all it took to get an angel addicted.
Dean was so going to hell.
----
Dean would be lying—not that that’d be anything new or unexpected—if he said he hadn’t noticed that the smell of coffee now wafted around Cas. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal. Heck, he’d been a little happy that he’d introduced Cas to something he enjoyed about humanity. (He’d made an absent mental note to introduce Cas to pie.) And Cas was bright eyed and energetic. Everything was going great. (Well as well as it could go, considering it was the Apocalypse.)
If Dean had known that all Cas did when he wasn’t with Dean or on the hunt for God was to down Big Gulp sized portions of coffee chock full of sugar…
Well, they wouldn’t be in the situation they were now.
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“Think you could stop vibrating?” Dean asked, only somewhat jokingly. “What the hell’s wrong with you, Cas? I’ve never seen you so fidgety.”
Cas looked at Dean with confusion, then down at himself in surprise when he saw the tremors and twitches that afflicted his physical body. “I…what is happening to me?” he asked.
Dean shook his head. “Dude. How much coffee have you been downing?”
Cas blinked. “Only two gallons a day, I find it is very effective when taken in large quantities throughout the day. Also, the sugar and extra espresso shots make it more effective.”
Dean took a moment to process. “Shit, Cas. You’ve had a crap load of caffeine. You’re gonna crash hard.”
“Crash?” Cas repeated. “I am fine, Dean.”
Dean didn’t say anything, but he shook his head at Cas’s naiveté. It’d be a little bit funny except that he was stuck in the goddamned panic room with a twitchy, caffeine addicted angel. Two gallons?
“I didn’t think shit like coffee could affect an angel.”
A wry twist touched the corner of Cas’s lips. “I am much diminished.”
Cas’s foot started to tap.
It was going to be a long wait.
----
After the long hour of spasms and awkward jolts that sent Cas pacing across their limited space and questions about whether ‘humans heart were supposed to beat this fast’ Dean growled at him to sit, and Cas vibrated in place for awhile. It was painful to look at him, an uncomfortable and miserable being of phenomenal cosmic power on his way to a caffeine crash of epic proportions.
----
When it finally came, the drooping eyelids and steady breaths that followed the loosening of tense limbs, Dean was ready to whoop in delight.
He yawned instead.
Which was so unfair.
He took one look at the snuffling angel curled up in the corner of panic room and decided against coffee. Bobby would be back to open the door for them in four hours.
He burrowed into the crappy cot instead.
Author:
ladyyuehDisclaimer: No profit is made and no copyright infringement is intended
Rating: PG
Genre/Pairing: Castiel and Dean.
Warnings: No spoilers.
Notes: For
iambickilometer.Summary: Cas drinks too much of something he shouldn't. Dean has to take matter into his own hands.
----
It all started with a cup of coffee.
And really, what kind of shit goes down over a measly cup of crappy coffee?
Okay, there was that time that Sam had tackled him because Dean hadn’t given him his daily required amount of caffeine, but that didn’t count.
Anyway, Cas had been looking kind of wrecked and worn down, like a man on a deadline with too little sleep. Dean had absentmindedly handed him the extra cup of coffee he still hadn’t gotten used to not ordering. (Cas had taken a tentative sip and gotten a contemplative face before continuing to swallow it down. It was probably just as well that it was a Sam cup—full of mocha, soy milk, and topped with whipped cream—because Cas would have hated it black.)
Apparently that was all it took to get an angel addicted.
Dean was so going to hell.
----
Dean would be lying—not that that’d be anything new or unexpected—if he said he hadn’t noticed that the smell of coffee now wafted around Cas. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal. Heck, he’d been a little happy that he’d introduced Cas to something he enjoyed about humanity. (He’d made an absent mental note to introduce Cas to pie.) And Cas was bright eyed and energetic. Everything was going great. (Well as well as it could go, considering it was the Apocalypse.)
If Dean had known that all Cas did when he wasn’t with Dean or on the hunt for God was to down Big Gulp sized portions of coffee chock full of sugar…
Well, they wouldn’t be in the situation they were now.
----
“Think you could stop vibrating?” Dean asked, only somewhat jokingly. “What the hell’s wrong with you, Cas? I’ve never seen you so fidgety.”
Cas looked at Dean with confusion, then down at himself in surprise when he saw the tremors and twitches that afflicted his physical body. “I…what is happening to me?” he asked.
Dean shook his head. “Dude. How much coffee have you been downing?”
Cas blinked. “Only two gallons a day, I find it is very effective when taken in large quantities throughout the day. Also, the sugar and extra espresso shots make it more effective.”
Dean took a moment to process. “Shit, Cas. You’ve had a crap load of caffeine. You’re gonna crash hard.”
“Crash?” Cas repeated. “I am fine, Dean.”
Dean didn’t say anything, but he shook his head at Cas’s naiveté. It’d be a little bit funny except that he was stuck in the goddamned panic room with a twitchy, caffeine addicted angel. Two gallons?
“I didn’t think shit like coffee could affect an angel.”
A wry twist touched the corner of Cas’s lips. “I am much diminished.”
Cas’s foot started to tap.
It was going to be a long wait.
----
After the long hour of spasms and awkward jolts that sent Cas pacing across their limited space and questions about whether ‘humans heart were supposed to beat this fast’ Dean growled at him to sit, and Cas vibrated in place for awhile. It was painful to look at him, an uncomfortable and miserable being of phenomenal cosmic power on his way to a caffeine crash of epic proportions.
----
When it finally came, the drooping eyelids and steady breaths that followed the loosening of tense limbs, Dean was ready to whoop in delight.
He yawned instead.
Which was so unfair.
He took one look at the snuffling angel curled up in the corner of panic room and decided against coffee. Bobby would be back to open the door for them in four hours.
He burrowed into the crappy cot instead.
