The Destiel Show
Skit #3 – Edward Cullen, the Love of Dean's life
A/N – It is (again) 3AM when I wrote this just as I was about to attempt this 'sleep' thing everyone tells me about. Lol. I was just watching the Twilight books on my shelf when it came to me. Bloody sick-minded genius, aren't I? :P
I'm still on a sugar binge of sorts – except it's off HOT CHOCOLATEEEEEEE now xD
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Castiel came in through Dean's slightly ajar door, flipping through the papers Sam had printed out for him hastily.
"Dean, I think I've figured out where that coven of vampires is – Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean looked at the cover of the red-and-black book in his hand as if he'd forgotten himself. "It's called Twilight. I got it off Sam. It's really good. There's this one character, his name is Edward Cullen and OH! Cas, he is dreamy!"
Castiel shifted jealously. "Yeah? What does this 'Edward Cullen' got that I haven't?"
Dean flushed like an overexcited fan-girl (*cough*me*cough*). "He sparkles, Cas!"
"Pshhh, I can do that!" bragged Castiel. Focusing, he pulled the weak motel lights out of their bulbs and got them to hang above his head. With one last hum of concentration, the ball of energy bathed him in the most heavenly light, setting his features ablaze. He turned to Dean, excited to prove his point. Dean, however, looked bored.
"Are you a vampire, Cas?" Dean said in a monotonous voice. "'Cause otherwise, I'm not interested."
Castiel scowled, ending his little light show. "Speaking of vampires, get your stuff together; we're staking out that coven up north."
Dean looked excited. "Ooh! Think they sparkle in the sun?!"
Castiel ignored him.
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There's my short, impromptu update, people! Now I'm off to give sleeping another try. Don't be surprised if Sam is flying a broomstick Harry Potter-style in the next one. Lol.