WOW I FEEL REALLY REAALY AWFUL ABOUT THE NOTES ON THAT LAST CHAPTER WOW OKAY I AM SERIOUSLY A JERK WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Im super super sorry if I offended anyone. Seriously. There's nobody in my extended family under the age of forty five, and they are very, very, very right wing and it really, really gets under my skin. One thanksgiving, the conversation was centered around the wrongness of being gay. I guess I was on rant mode and I feel like shit. I can't edit it from here though and I feel like I just viciously insulted the entire culture and I feel like shIt. i just want to really apologize and now I will go hide in a corner because I hate offending people and I really, really want to apilogize and say that I was really only trying to portray my family as such and asdfghjkl I am hating people for hating people so I hate myself? Um the sex scene is coming up so please don't crucify me I love you all sososososo much.
"Ah. A rare sighting of Deanus Insapiens, who when faced with a chance at domesticity, tends to build a hidden nest, venturing out only when the need for sustenance arises-"
"Shut up, Sam," Dean said gruffly, in no mood for Sam's teasing. He had stayed in bed with Cas for the rest of the night and a good portion of the morning, talking and dozing off and generally being lazy. Dean insisted that they were working on sloth, and once he got over the initial indignation towards the sin, Cas had reveled in it. But shit had hit the fan when Dean's stomach growled. The hunter had hinted at breakfast, and then Cas had panicked at the idea of gluttony. It was one step foward, two steps back, and Dean hated himself for being so clumsy. Then, Cas had insisted that he was fine, not hungry at all, but if Dean wanted to eat he was welcome to. So Dean had threatened to not eat until Cas did, but Cas just looked terrible at the idea that he was making Dean fast.
So somehow Cas had lost and Dean had lost and Dean was still hungry. Now matter how he tried, Cas still wouldn't eat. And to top it off, Sam was making fun of him for spending time with Cas.
"Mea culpa," Sam said, hands raised defensively, the expression on his face clearly reading I am not sorry at all.
"Fuck off," Dean said. "You guys are just sitting here-" he said, gesturing at the table. "Meanwhile, Cas is having a breakdown. You're playing Mah fucking Jongg while I am trying to get my best friend to eat. So you can sit there and make fun of me all fucking day, but it's childish and I am not in the mood," he snarled, leaving all four of his bunker-mates blinking open-mouthed at him. "So, I'm going to 'slink back into my den' or whatever and keep Cas from killing himself again!" Dean grabbed dishes from the fridge at random, not caring what he chose but adding a bottle of cream soda for good measure. He shouldered the refrigerator door and it slammed shut with a dull thud as he walked away. He felt bad for taking out his frustration on them, but it was quickly forgotten as he approached the monumental task ahead of him.
In the kitchen, their was an uncomfortable silence as Charlie, Sam, Kevin, and Crowley stared at their tiles, the word 'again' swollen and throbbing in the air. Crowley decided to arrange his pieces in descending order, then by suit, then by value, then by hand and so on. Kevin chewed on his lip, unsure how to broach the large family dynamic and all of the drama it entailed. Charlie checked and re-checked her winning hand, which she had been about to call when Dean came in. Sam berated himself and tried to convince himself that the 'again' referred to keeping Cas company and had n othing to do with Cas's blatant suicidality.
"Well, there goes my career as a nature program narrator," he joked weakly, earning three blank stares.
Aww Sammy-boo what did you go and do that for?
Mah Jongg is a really cool game by the way
Over and out, me xoxo