Hello! This is the first fic that I've written on this account. I am taking requests either by comment or PM. Just give me a good description of what you want and a rating. I can do any ship that I feel I can write. Hit me up with whatever! Please do not get upset if I do not take your request, or if I have grammatical errors. I have no beta reader. Please just read and stick with it. Usually my one-shots are longer than others, but it really depends on the material that I'm working with. For now, enjoy this quick fluff that I have.
~Spood.
"Stop it, Cass. Your gonna get sick." Dean said softly do to his broken down voice. Castiel was sitting cross legged on the floor eating his candy that he had collected throughout the night. Jack, Sam and himself had gone trick-or-treating. Jack had heard so much about it from T.V. so he had to see what all of the hype was about. Dean didn't go though. He had come down with a very bad case of the common cold, so he stayed at the bunker that night watching It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Dean had to pause it a few times. It was still hard to hear the name Charlie with out choking up. Of course he wasn't going to let anyone know that.
"I think that is a lie told from parent to child to avoid cavities and diabetes. Plus, I am an Angel of the Lord, I am simply eating it to know why you humans keep praising it." Cass spoke, not facing Dean, but his Tootsie Roll as he struggled to open it. He cut off his speech once the wrapper was on the ground. He giddily plopped the taffy candy into his mouth. He does not like Tootsie Rolls. In sour of the horrid candy, his whole body shook. He felt the poorly stitched on wings shake a beat behind him. For a moment, Castiel forgot that he was soldier in Heavens army, but he truly thought that he was a happy bumble bee. Things happen differently around the Winchesters. Cass looked to his left at the couch where there lay a sleeping Jack. His five dollar costume torn, leaving only a remnant of Luke Skywalker. He tried pulling up his robes as a blanket, but it didn't work as he was laying on part of it. Dean followed Castiel's gaze and saw this. He leaned over slightly and knocked the green blanket from the back of the couch onto the sleeping Nephilim. Cass smiled at Dean. He thinks that Dean is warming up to the boy.
It was going to be great living with them.