Dammit! Who Gave Him Sugar?
Chapter One:
Dean Is My Bitch
Sam's P.O.V.
It had started out as normal a day at Bobby's house could be. Dean was outside working on the Impala, Cas was staring at a wall, Bobby was cooking, and I was listening to my IPod and researching on the computer.
Suddenly, Cas grinned, which I should've taken as a warning. He slowly turned to me and waggled his finger in a come hither motion. I pulled out my red ear buds andstrolled over to the couch where he had been sitting. He simply rolled his eyes and stood on the couch so that we were about even height. Cas pressed his mouth to my ear as if he was trying to tell me a secret and didn't know exactly how to do it.
I began to feel violated, but didn't pull away because I didn't think Cas would do anything to me. Cas screamed, Bleharga!" I jumped back, holding my ear.
"What the hell was that for, Cas?" He grinned again, before saying, "Dean is my bitch," as serious as he possibly could be.
I blinked dumbly, and Cas looked proud of himself. Dean walked in just at that moment, drying his hands, sweaty and greasy. Castiel picked up my sucker I had sat on the table, stuck it in his mouth, and skipped off, singing, "Dean is my bi-itch, Dean is my bi-itch!"
"What the hell did you do to him?"
I was about to answer, but there was a large crash from the kitchen, and Bobby yelled, "Dammit boys! Who gave him sugar?"