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120_minutenTeam: Slytherin
Challenge: Crack/Humor - „Das ist doch illegal!“ „Was du nicht sagst.“ (für mich)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Inhalt: Dean wakes up hungover right beside Castiel and can’t remember what happened the night before. But that’s seriously just the least of his problems.
Tags: AU, Fluff
Sprache: Englisch
Anmerkung: Zweiter und finaler Teil ^^
[Part 1]
“We need to go. Now!”
Castiel frowns. “I don't feel very comfortable leaving like that. The whole thing – it's illegal!”
Dean rolls his eyes. “You don't say!”
Castiel just ignores him. “They will know that someone was in their home. Maybe we could just stay and explain ourselves? It was only a drunken mistake after all.”
Dean snorts. “They will call the cops, that's for sure. I'd do the same.” He sighs. “Look, leave twenty bucks on the kitchen counter or send them a freaking apology letter. I don't care. Just – let's go!”
And without waiting for further protest he slips inside his shoes, grabs Castiel's hand and pulls him out of the room. Castiel mumbles something inaudible under his breath, but doesn't put up a fight.
Downstairs Dean takes a tentative look around, half expecting one of the owners popping up out of nowhere or even some cops with drawn weapons. His heart beats thousand miles a minute and the only thing that quietens him down a bit is the calming presence by his side. Castiel squeezes his hand, his face serene as if it's an everyday occurrence for him to be inside some stranger's house.
Thankfully it seems that the owners haven't returned yet, wherever the hell they may be. Thinking about the fact that no one was home all night it might be logical to assume they're on vacation or at least out of town for a few days. Dean probably chose this house deliberately because there had been no car in the driveway.
Or he'd just been lucky.
Since Dean isn't known for making elaborate decisions when drunk.
He exhales relieved when they finally reach the front door, but before he's able to touch the doorknob Castiel suddenly clutches his collar and pushes him against a nearby wall, pressing himself closer to Dean's body.
Holy crap!
Dean's heart is about to jump out of his chest and he totally forgets how to use his lungs, making himself dizzy. He feels Castiel's body heat, his breath on his skin and for a moment Dean is absolutely certain that Castiel will lean in and kiss him fucking senseless.
And Dean is completely okay with that.
But instead of starting a heavy and really hot make-out session Castiel says, “The mailman is outside.”
Dean narrows his eyes, staring at Castiel bewildered.
“He most likely knows the owners,” Castiel continues. “I wouldn't recommend to let him see us leaving this building.”
“Uh … right,” Dean agrees although his brain stopped working entirely and he's got no real clue what the man in front of him is talking about.
They stay hidden and motionless for about five minutes and they're the longest, most amazing and most gut-wrenching five minutes of Dean's life. Castiel doesn't seem to have any concept of personal space, even pressing himself closer though it's not strictly necessary, and Dean's not sure he'll be capable of surviving this.
But he sure as hell ain't complaining.
At some point Castiel pulls back again, throws a hesitant look through the window and announces finally, “He seems to be gone.”
Before Dean's got a chance to reply – although he's not sure he'd been able to say anything more creative than “Um, okay” – Castiel takes his hand and pulls him out of the house. Dean follows him in a daze, not caring in the slightest where they're even going. Castiel could be heading straight to the nearest police station and Dean still would have been grinning like an idiot.
After an eternity – or most likely a few minutes – Castiel finally starts to slow down.
“I'm quite positive that no one noticed us,” he tells Dean. “Although admittedly I am not an expert. I've never needed to sneak out of some stranger's place before.”
He laughs quietly and interlaces his fingers with Dean's, obviously not very keen to let him go anytime soon.
“Yeah, I'm very sorry about that.” Dean rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was a new one, even for me.”
Castiel smirks. “I feel honored to have shared this experience with you then. But next time I would prefer to commit no more crimes. Once a month is my limit.”
Next time.
Well, that sounds really nice.
“I'll try my best,” Dean answers and doesn't give a damn that his smile is probably shining so brightly that it's blinding Castiel right now. “I can't promise you though.”
“There is a diner around the corner,” Castiel suddenly says. “One of my friends works there and she always carries a whole pharmacy around in her bag so she'll probably have some aspirin for you. Furthermore I'm starving and I could really use some pancakes.” He stares at Dean intently before adding, “If you want to, of course. Otherwise I could accompany you back home as I intended last night and --”
“Pancakes sound awesome, Cas,” Dean interrupts him, grinning widely. He's still a little nauseous and he'll keep his food plain and simple without any extras, but the prospect of spending more time with Castiel is far too appealing to pass.
Castiel starts to beam and before Dean even knows what happening the guy is dropping a soft kiss on his cheek.
“You sang in your sleep, by the way,” Castiel informs him while watching proudly how the blush on Dean's face is growing.
“Uh ...”
“Let's go,” Castiel urges. “I'm starving.”
Dean follows him because there is really no reason not to. And he's quite certain he'd follow this man 'til the end of the world without hesitating.
* * * * *
Two days later Castiel prepares to send the owners a letter with fifty bucks , several coupons for a coffee shop and a toy store and the most heartfelt apology ever.
And Dean can't keep himself from kissing Castiel's smile and sliding a few extra dollars for a new and better door lock in the envelope as well.
Challenge: Crack/Humor - „Das ist doch illegal!“ „Was du nicht sagst.“ (für mich)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Inhalt: Dean wakes up hungover right beside Castiel and can’t remember what happened the night before. But that’s seriously just the least of his problems.
Tags: AU, Fluff
Sprache: Englisch
Anmerkung: Zweiter und finaler Teil ^^
[Part 1]
“We need to go. Now!”
Castiel frowns. “I don't feel very comfortable leaving like that. The whole thing – it's illegal!”
Dean rolls his eyes. “You don't say!”
Castiel just ignores him. “They will know that someone was in their home. Maybe we could just stay and explain ourselves? It was only a drunken mistake after all.”
Dean snorts. “They will call the cops, that's for sure. I'd do the same.” He sighs. “Look, leave twenty bucks on the kitchen counter or send them a freaking apology letter. I don't care. Just – let's go!”
And without waiting for further protest he slips inside his shoes, grabs Castiel's hand and pulls him out of the room. Castiel mumbles something inaudible under his breath, but doesn't put up a fight.
Downstairs Dean takes a tentative look around, half expecting one of the owners popping up out of nowhere or even some cops with drawn weapons. His heart beats thousand miles a minute and the only thing that quietens him down a bit is the calming presence by his side. Castiel squeezes his hand, his face serene as if it's an everyday occurrence for him to be inside some stranger's house.
Thankfully it seems that the owners haven't returned yet, wherever the hell they may be. Thinking about the fact that no one was home all night it might be logical to assume they're on vacation or at least out of town for a few days. Dean probably chose this house deliberately because there had been no car in the driveway.
Or he'd just been lucky.
Since Dean isn't known for making elaborate decisions when drunk.
He exhales relieved when they finally reach the front door, but before he's able to touch the doorknob Castiel suddenly clutches his collar and pushes him against a nearby wall, pressing himself closer to Dean's body.
Holy crap!
Dean's heart is about to jump out of his chest and he totally forgets how to use his lungs, making himself dizzy. He feels Castiel's body heat, his breath on his skin and for a moment Dean is absolutely certain that Castiel will lean in and kiss him fucking senseless.
And Dean is completely okay with that.
But instead of starting a heavy and really hot make-out session Castiel says, “The mailman is outside.”
Dean narrows his eyes, staring at Castiel bewildered.
“He most likely knows the owners,” Castiel continues. “I wouldn't recommend to let him see us leaving this building.”
“Uh … right,” Dean agrees although his brain stopped working entirely and he's got no real clue what the man in front of him is talking about.
They stay hidden and motionless for about five minutes and they're the longest, most amazing and most gut-wrenching five minutes of Dean's life. Castiel doesn't seem to have any concept of personal space, even pressing himself closer though it's not strictly necessary, and Dean's not sure he'll be capable of surviving this.
But he sure as hell ain't complaining.
At some point Castiel pulls back again, throws a hesitant look through the window and announces finally, “He seems to be gone.”
Before Dean's got a chance to reply – although he's not sure he'd been able to say anything more creative than “Um, okay” – Castiel takes his hand and pulls him out of the house. Dean follows him in a daze, not caring in the slightest where they're even going. Castiel could be heading straight to the nearest police station and Dean still would have been grinning like an idiot.
After an eternity – or most likely a few minutes – Castiel finally starts to slow down.
“I'm quite positive that no one noticed us,” he tells Dean. “Although admittedly I am not an expert. I've never needed to sneak out of some stranger's place before.”
He laughs quietly and interlaces his fingers with Dean's, obviously not very keen to let him go anytime soon.
“Yeah, I'm very sorry about that.” Dean rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was a new one, even for me.”
Castiel smirks. “I feel honored to have shared this experience with you then. But next time I would prefer to commit no more crimes. Once a month is my limit.”
Next time.
Well, that sounds really nice.
“I'll try my best,” Dean answers and doesn't give a damn that his smile is probably shining so brightly that it's blinding Castiel right now. “I can't promise you though.”
“There is a diner around the corner,” Castiel suddenly says. “One of my friends works there and she always carries a whole pharmacy around in her bag so she'll probably have some aspirin for you. Furthermore I'm starving and I could really use some pancakes.” He stares at Dean intently before adding, “If you want to, of course. Otherwise I could accompany you back home as I intended last night and --”
“Pancakes sound awesome, Cas,” Dean interrupts him, grinning widely. He's still a little nauseous and he'll keep his food plain and simple without any extras, but the prospect of spending more time with Castiel is far too appealing to pass.
Castiel starts to beam and before Dean even knows what happening the guy is dropping a soft kiss on his cheek.
“You sang in your sleep, by the way,” Castiel informs him while watching proudly how the blush on Dean's face is growing.
“Uh ...”
“Let's go,” Castiel urges. “I'm starving.”
Dean follows him because there is really no reason not to. And he's quite certain he'd follow this man 'til the end of the world without hesitating.
* * * * *
Two days later Castiel prepares to send the owners a letter with fifty bucks , several coupons for a coffee shop and a toy store and the most heartfelt apology ever.
And Dean can't keep himself from kissing Castiel's smile and sliding a few extra dollars for a new and better door lock in the envelope as well.
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