Title: The New Neighbours
Words: 850
Rating: T
Summary: AU Dean lives in a quiet fenced in community where everyone knew each other. When new neighbors move in across the street from him, Dean can't help but wonder who these two men are. Especially the intense blue eyed man who always read under a tree in front of the house.
Note: I love Star Trek... took me so much restraint to not write a whole chapter on Dean speaking Trekkie to Castiel. Also, writer's block A'Hoy!
By the time they knew it, it was morning and the sun was shinning through the drapes of Dean's front room. Gabriel had disappeared sometime during the night as he had explained, very slowly so that he would get the full effect, to Castiel why Spock had pointy ears and eyebrows that curved up. In the end, Spock became his favourite of the crew and Castiel had began to try to imitate the way his eyebrow raised when Captain Kirk (Dean's favourite) said something 'human'. It had been a good movie night that had ended midway through the remake/prequel of Star Trek. Right around the time Spock had left Kirk in an ice planet, Dean had fallen asleep.
And then it was morning and the light was, inconveniently, shinning into Dean's face, waking him up. He was groggy; all the blood had seeped into his brain during the night and wasn't letting up. His head hung from the couch, touching the floor slightly, his legs stretched out in front of him, spilling over the couch. He had slept weird and now, as he straightened up and stretched, his neck was paying the price.
"Shit," he muttered as he stood up, his neck and back popping loudly. He looked down to the floor where Castiel, sleeping like a little child with his legs pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around himself like a protective cocoon. Dean felt bad about waking him up, but it was nearing seven o'clock and Dean couldn't be late again. "Castiel, wake up."
Castiel stirred but remained asleep. Dean bent down, groaning as his knees began to complain, and tried to shake the sleeping man awake. He grabbed him by the shoulder, calling his name out as he moved the man from side to side. But the brown haired man remained deep in sleep. So, there was only one thing to do, Dean decided.
"If you don't wake up," Dean warned, "I am gonna empty this cup of beer on your sweet innocent face." Castiel didn't even stir. "One." Dean grabbed the cup of liquid and stood. "Two." He took a few steps back, looking at the clock on the mantel. He was going to be late for work, again. "Three." He tilted the cup, sending a half-cup full of beer to fall onto Castiel's face who, the moment the lukewarm liquid hit his cheeks, opened his eyes wide.
Maybe if Dean had tried harder to wake Castiel up, he wouldn't arrive at work half an hour later sporting a nice purple and blue eye, courtesy of his new pissed off neighbour.