A Streetcar Named Castiel
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. I am not getting any money from writing this. It was just fun.
If you've never seen or read A Streetcar Named Desire you might not understand this reference. You should go read or watch it even if you don't intend to come back and read this. Go get yourself some culture. You're welcome.
Also, this has not been edited at all whatsoever and was written during a break between my classes. Sorry. But I still think it's kinda adorable. Let me know what you think. Yay ConCrit.
Dean hated when Castiel was mad at him. Half the time it sucked because he had no idea why the Angel was angry. The rest of the time it sucked because Dean knew why he was in trouble but it was for a stupid reason that only made sense in Castiel's strange mind. This particular instance belonged in the former category. Dean had absolutely no idea what he had done to make his Angel upset, but he knew Cas's bad mood had lasted far too long.
The other night, Dean had caught Castiel enjoying A Streetcar Named Desire on t.v. Their love of movies, new and especially old, was one of the few things the two had in common and Dean loved introducing Castiel to new actors and new movies. Recently, his Angel had been on a Marlon Brando kick, hence the late night viewing of Streetcar. Clearly, there was only one thing he could do to get his Angel back.
Dean walked into the hotel room, knowing Castiel would be there and Sam would not. He made sure to make a most obnoxious entrance. Castiel, still mad and brooding over something, barely looked up from the t.v. Dean knew what he had to do.
"What are you doing here, Cas? Thought you were mad at me." Castiel made a grunting noise that Dean took as an affirmative. "That didn't answer the question."
Castiel finally looked up at him from his position on the couch in front of the t.v. "I am somewhat upset with you, yes."
"So tell me why."
"I see no reason to inform you of your offense."
That was legitimately annoying but Dean did not lose site of his plan. Bigger picture, Dean. Bigger picture.
"So if you're upset with me why are you still here?" Castiel looked sad at that and Dean immediately wanted to apologize but didn't.
"I am upset. But I still take pleasure in seeing your face." That one comment made Dean have to fight the face-splitting grin trying to break out across his lips. He managed it. Barely. "If you wish me to leave I will do so. You know how to reach me. I will be listening." And then Castiel vanished. This was Dean's plan wrapping up.
Dean dropped to his knees bruisingly and ripped open his button up shirt, worn specifically for this moment. "Caastieeel! Cooome baaack tooo meee!" He imitated Marlon Brando as best he could. Cas was in the room again immediately, a small but genuine grin on his face while he rolled his eyes slighty (a most annoying trait that Dean was sure the Angel had learned from Sam).
"Dean, you look nothing like Marlon Brando. And you're a horrible actor." The words sounded harsh but Castiel was holding out his hand to help Dean up and the hunter knew he had been forgiven for whatever it was he had done in the first place.