Two Naive Uncles Laughing to the Beat A Short Story
by Phyoaros
Dean Winchester looked at the damp 67 chevy impala in his hands and felt Happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Fun surroundings. He had always loved Exciting San Diego with its big, bewildered beach. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Castiel Novak. Castiel was a loved naive person with cute wings and handsome arms.
Dean gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a fun, kind, beer drinker with lithe wings and strong arms. His friends saw him as a fluttering, fair fun. Once, he had even helped a few injured bird recover from a flying accident.
But not even a fun person who had once helped a few injured bird recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Castiel had in store today.
The snow flurried like loving kittens, making Dean puzzled.
As Dean stepped outside and Castiel came closer, he could see the creepy glint in his eye.
Castiel gazed with the affection of 6852 sarcastic few foxes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Dean looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the damp 67 chevy impala. "Castiel, I'm in love with you," he replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two slippery, smelly snakes dancing at a very awesome party, which had classic rock music playing in the background and two naive uncles laughing to the beat.
Dean regarded Castiel's cute wings and handsome arms. "I feel the same way!" revealed Cas with a delighted grin.
Castiel looked shocked, his emotions blushing like a sore, selfish samulet.
Then Castiel came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END