Hey dudes and dudettes, how's it hangin'? I had a bad day today (sad face) but then, in one of the rare moments of camaraderie between us, my sister and I randomly went out for Mexican food and ice cream, and it was totally awesome til she went to her voice lesson and I went to go register for a whole bunch a college stuff.
Anyhoo.
"You mean you've never had ice cream?!" Dean gaped, open-mouthed, at the fallen angel beside him, as he regarded the menu board behind the freezers and register.
"I did not partake in human indulgences as an angel, and you have been the one to procure all of my meals since then. Thusly, it is safe to assume that, no, I have never tasted 'ice cream'," Cas responded, making air quotes. Dean chuckled and shook his head.
"Right. Well then. What looks good?" Cas looked around at the interior of the ice cream parlor. White marble floors, counters, and tabletops lent the establishment a sophisticated air. A family, obviously just coming from church, was chatting and eating, a couple of little boys taking spoonfuls of the other's lavish sundaes.
"Each of the flavors appeals to me equally, as I have not sampled any of them."
"We offer sample spoonfuls," the helpful youth behind the display freezer pointed out.
"Cool. Cas?" Dean nudged him.
"Not coffee," he said anxiously to the teenager, who looked a little put off by Cas's stiff, formal, off-kilter socialization.
"No, um, sir, you get to pick," she said, looking between them with a kindly face.
'Thank you', Dean mouthed at her as Cas was occupied with inspecting the Caramel Volcano flavor. She nodded, her face becoming friendly once again. Dean could almost see the assumption that Cas was mentally challenged light up in her mind.
"You can try as many as you want," she said to Cas, who continued his scrutinous gazes into the freezer.
"Cas, did you hear that? She offered you-"
"I wish to sample the 'White Chocolate Strawberry Fusion' variety as well as the 'Tiramisu Spectacular' flavor." Cas looked up at her.
"Sir, um, the 'Tiramisu Spectacular' is coffee flavored," the girl objected softly.
"Oh. Well, in that case, I shall sample the 'Caramel Volcano'."
The teenager smiled and set to work. Dean beamed at her.
"Here you are," she said, handing Cas the two little plastic spoons heaped with ice cream.
"Go on, try 'em," Dean encouraged. Cas gave him a lingering look before nodding and placing the 'Caramel Volcano' spoon in his mouth. Dean watched eagerly as Cas removed the now-empty spoon from between his lips and began to react. His face looked a little shocked at the coldness before the flavor began to affect him. His eyes opened wide with wonder, and he smiled.
Once he had finished, observed carefully by both Dean and the ice cream attendant, he began to speak.
"I enjoyed that immensely," he said. "However, the cold temperature surprised me."
"Try the other," the girl urged. Apparently she was warming up to him. Cas's gaze flickered to the minimalistic name tag pinned to her white button-down. Kate, it read.
"Thank you, Kate, I will," he replied formally. This time, he was more prepared for the coldness, and he reacted similarly to the flavor, smiling and looking pleased. Dean's chest was flooded with warmth at the simple joy of seeing Cas so happy. It seemed to be affecting the teenager, Kate, as well, and he felt a rare surge of affection for humanity. Granted, this girl obviously thought Cas had Asperger's Syndrome or something similar, but she was happy to make him feel important and loved. A perfect stranger, and she was being immensely kind.
"How about you, sir?" Kate asked, turning her gaze over to Dean.
"I, um, I'll have, uh, 'It Takes Two To Mango'," he improvised, setting his eyes on a flavor at random. "One scoop, in the pointy kind of cone," he directed, miming out a pointy cone with his hands.
"That would be a sugar cone," she said, gesturing at a display of cones and sizes.
"Sugar cone sounds perfect," he confirmed, and she began scooping away.
"And you?" Kate asked Cas, whose face began to look troubled.
"Dean, I cannot decide which flavor to order. I am fond of both of them equally, and I would regret not getting the other no matter which flavor I pick," he confided.
"Get 'em both," Dean said, waving a hand. "Though they will probably taste weird together."
"I assure you, the flavors will compliment each other in subjunction," Cas said seriously.
"Want to try a waffle cone?" Dean asked, pointing them out.
"Yes, I would like that very much," Cas said, nodding.
"All right then, go ahead."
"Um, can I please have the 'Caramel Volcano' and the 'White Chocolate Strawberry Fusion' in a waffle cone?" Cas ordered. Dean felt ridiculously proud for some reason.
"Absolutely, sir. Coming right up."
When she handed Cas the overflowing waffle cone, his eyes lit up in delight.
"Dean, this is- thank you," he stuttered. The corner of Dean's mouth lifted as he grinned at the fallen angel. He look a lick of his own ice cream, and it was really, really good. He handed the teen girl behind the counter a rather large amount of cash, and as she attempted to make change, he just waved her hand away.
"Keep it," he said simply, before hooking Cas's elbow in his own and walking down the street. Cas was totally ecstatic about the ice cream, and his childish enthusiasm was making Dean feel bubbly. The sky was looking a little cloudy, but Dean did not care in the least.
"I enjoy this immensely," Cas said, and Dean couldn't help but stare at the way he tilted his head and licked the 'Caramel Volcano', tongue impossibly pink as it ran along the creamy white and brown ice cream. He was not getting turned on. Totally was not. Nope, not him. Nobody turned on here. Try again later.
"This mango stuff is pretty good," Dean said, snapping out of his Cas-induced stupor when a trail of the pastel ice cream cascaded over his knuckles. He licked it up, sloppily, and focused on the flavor to distract himself from the happy noises Cas was making.
"Can I try?" Cas asked innocently. Knowing the adorable little bastard, it was probably sincere innocence, not flirting.
"Okay, but you don't do this with people you're not...you know, with," Dean explained, not wanting a possible future ice cream excursion to be made awkward with Cas's inexperience at socializing.
"You mean people with whom I do not wish to partake-"
"No one 'cept for me, 'kay?" Dean said. He offered the ice cream to Cas, who regarded it carefully before looking down at his own cone, debating what to do with it before just leaning in and taking a slow, blood-heating lick of his ice cream. Dean bit his lip. How was it possible, he wondered, for a previously heterosexual- hell, he had been straighter than a straight-edge or something, and now his insides were melting for a grown man eating ice cream. Ice cream, god damn it!
"It is very palatable," Cas said after a moment of careful consideration. "However, I do not favor it over the two flavors I chose."
"M'kay, then," Dean said. He tugged Cas's elbow, and they started walking again, Cas almost losing his balance several times as he focused on his ice cream.
They meandered back towards the auto mechanic's shop. Dean, who had ordered a smaller cone and had had previous close encounters of the ice cream kind, finished his and crunched on his cone. Humanity did some things right, he mused, and this luscious dessert was one of them. He licked the residual stickiness from his fingers, the movements of his arm causing Cas to lunge for his ice cream and miss completely, losing his balance and waving is arms around wildly in hopes of regaining said balance.
Unfortunately this caused his cone to collide with Dean's forehead, and the hunter spluttered as it smeared onto his skin. Cas, who was still a little wobbly, giggled at him.
"You have, uh, a something on your face," the clumsy man said giddily.
"You don't say," Dean deadpanned.
"Yeah, it's pink and white."
Dean glared at him and wiped hi forehead with the back of his hand, wiping it on Cas's back. He arched his body away, laughing, but there was already a white chocolate fusion strawberry whatever smear down the back of it. Cas howled in mock rage, and angrily licked his cone.
"Cas?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"You have something on your shirt," Dean gloated.
Cas narrowed his eyes and glowered at him as the hunter flashed his brightest grin.
"If I had my full angel powers," he gritted out, mock angry. Dean stilled for a moment, remaining unwilling to broach the touchy subject with Cas. But the fallen man rolled his eyes.
Dean smiled, warmed thoroughly at the casual manner in which his boyfriend tossed around the terrible, terrible events.
"D' you think we will be able to get you your Grace back?" He wondered softly, taking Cas's left hand in his right.
"I do not know," Cas admitted softly, sighing. He smiled sadly at Dean, who squeezed his hand supportively. "I believe it has been maimed beyond retrieval. The others, their graces will have been preserved somehow. But mine, mine was used up." Cas blinked, focusing on the trees that lined the street.
"I'm sorry," Dean whispered, stroking Cas's hand with his thumb.
"I know," Cas said, and they walked silently. Finally, Cas came to the end of his ice cream cone and he wolfed down the remaining waffle cone bits comically. Dean smiled, noting that the melted ice cream had been harder to eat neatly and that Cas had it all over his upper lip.
"Cas?"
"Yeah?" Cas looked up.
"You, uh, have something on your face," Dean said, yanking on Cas's hand to bring him closer, interlacing their fingers and knitting the fingers of his other hand through his hair.
Cas squeaked quietly in surprise, but as soon as he realized what was going on he softened into the embrace, one hand winding around the small of Dean's back, the other grabbing a fist of Dean's shirt.
Dean licked slowly across Cas's mouth, savoring the taste of the errant strawberry ice cream. When he had gotten it all, he repositioned his head so that he could lap eagerly at the fallen angel's mouth, savoring the whine that Cas let out as he parted his lips. Dean grunted, loving the way that his boyfriend became so deliciously submissive sometimes. He mapped out Cas's mouth with his tongue, feeling him lean more and more into Dean for support as his knees weakened.
The first few drops of rain went unnoticed, but as Cas began to recover and reassert himself into the kiss, they reluctantly lent attention to the fat rain drops landing on their heads and shoulders. It was the kind of rain that soaks everything moments after it starts, and Cas blinked upwards, getting a rain droplet on the nose.
"It's raining," he observed solemnly.
"No shit," Dean grumbled, upset at the way that talking sort of prevented them from carrying out other select activities with their mouths.
"Do you think the Impala is done yet?"
"Yeah, I think it was finished around eleven or so," Dean said, blinking as water cascaded over his eyelashes.
"Let's go," Cas said, about to dart forward, when he doubled back to press a quick, close-mouthed kiss to Dean's lips. The hunter ran his tongue along his lower lip, tasting the sweet rainwater, before allowing himself to be dragged muy rapido across the pavement.
Yeah, ice cream was a good thing, Dean noted.
Okay I am pretty much a hundred percent sure that some of the words used in this chapter I made up because my insomnia-addled brain commanded it.
Also, I currently think that those ice cream flavor titles are pretty creative, but I'm operatin' on like two or three hours of sleep right now. It takes teo to mango. Heh heh heh.
OH AND GO CHECK OUT MY AO3 ACCOUNT BECAUSE I PUBLISHED A BUNCH OF TOTALLY PORNY ONE SHOTS THERE AND I WROTE A FIC FOR TEEN WOLF WHICH I AM LIKE REALLY IN TO RIGHT NOW BUT I HAVE FINISHED ALL OF THE AVAILABLE ONES AND ASDFGHJKL; so yeah I'm 2spooky4u
P. S. Welcome To Night Vale is supremely awesome. Carlos and Cecil five evah.
Peace out y'all
