Title: spun sugar
Series: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke, etc, owns.
Warnings: Basically if you know who Cas is, you're good, though I imagined set somewhere in S5 peacetime.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Castiel, Sam. (Implied Dean/Castiel)
Rating: PG/K+
Other: For a friend~ who dragged me back into the SPN fandom kicking and screaming.
"Right," Sam was saying and handed Dean a large cotton candy. "This ought to keep you busy for at least five minutes." He made a face and muttered to himself as he turned away, "how the hell you manage to eat all the crap you do and not get food poisoning will forever baffle me." He shook his head and wandered off, pinching some of the spun sugar from his own and popping it into his mouth.
"Three words, Sammy: cast iron stomach!" Dean called after him, raising his cotton candy high into the air. Beside him, Cas curiously tore off a large piece of Dean's cotton candy when he lowered his arm, holding it up to his eye level. "Oh, Cas, jeez – if you wanted some, you should have had Sam get you one."
Castiel made a dismissive sound and took a bite, his face lighting up with simple pleasure at the taste. "This is good," he said, finishing his piece off. "What is it called?"
Dean's eyebrows went up and he said, "Cotton candy. It's made – well, I dunno exactly. Something about sugar and this... spinny thing, I don't know."
"I see." Castiel turned away from Dean, inspecting a game stall beside them. Dean studied Castiel's back.
"Ah, Christ," Dean murmured under his breath and broke off another piece, reaching over Cas' shoulder and offering it to him. "The things I do for ya," he teased.
Instead of taking it from Dean, Castiel gripped Dean by the wrist and ate it straight from Dean's hand, his mouth brushing against Dean's fingers. Dean felt his face flush and pulled his hand back, taking a huge bite out of his confection to break the tension, the sugar melting on his tongue.
"Come on, let's go dunk a clown. Maybe they'll let me dunk Sam if I pay extra." Dean grabbed Cas by the wrist and led him away, his hand secure and warm against Castiel's skin.