Sunshine and Daisies
Summary: Castiel is in a very good mood; a very, very good mood. Dean is chagrined. Sam eats eggs. Short one-shot.
Legals: I do not own anything Supernatural, at all, ever.
Notes: Thank you to my best friend and Beta, Connie, for being awesome!
There aren't spoilers, per se, in this story, but I'm only half-way through season five, so here's hoping I'm not throwing a wrench in future continuity.
Dean took a sip of the roadside diner's coffee. It tasted dry and bland. It tasted like crap. This coffee actually tasted crappier than the morning had been.
Where the hell was Castiel? He was supposed to be here already.
"He'll be here," Sam tried to calm his brother between bites of egg and bacon.
At that moment, Castiel arrived. His usually intense gaze was distant and light, fixed upon a point in the parking lot. "Are those daisy bushes by the parking lot?" he broke the ice. A ghost of a smile threatened to tug on his lips as a sparkle shined in his eyes, "Daisies have the most beautiful yellow hue this time of year."
Dean gave Castiel a quizzical look. Was he high?
"Are you high?" Dean asked him.
"Don't be ridiculous, Dean," even his scolding sounded delighted and cheery; "I'm just appreciating the glory of the universe today. I feel as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. As though…I've had some great release of tension." He sighed blithely and floated down on the booth seat next to Sam.
"Oh my God." Dean said as realization dawned across his features. "Oh my God!"
"You really oughtn't take the Lord's name in vain," Castiel started.
"Did you finally pop your cherry, Cas?" Dean pointed a strong finger in Castiel's direction to show he wasn't fooling around. This was, after all, very serious business to Dean.
"I wouldn't use a term as crude as 'pop my cherry' to describe what we did, but yes. I made sweet, passionate love to a beautiful woman last night for the first time." His gaze began to wander to the daisies again and he picked up Dean's cup of coffee and took a long, dreamy, whiff.
"Damn it, Cas!" Dean began, "I mean, I know I'm hardly one to judge, but we got bigger fish to fry! You know what's going on out there! The least you can do is be on time after a fool-around session with a stripper!"
Castiel took a sip from the cup of coffee. "Mm, delicious," was all he replied to Dean's outburst.
Dean slammed his fist on the table and abruptly removed himself from the booth, speeding towards the exit.
"Are you by chance getting waffles?" Castiel called to him. Dean shoved his way out the door, so Castiel turned his attention to the Winchester he sat beside. "Waffles do sound delicious this morning, don't they?"
Sam chuckled to himself and returned to his eggs and bacon.