Day 13: Eating Ice Cream
Title: Frozen Crisis
Summary: Castiel has a frozen crisis, and only Dean can save him (by sacrificing his much-needed sleep and being the whipped boyfriend he secretly is).
Notes: Pure crack. I'm not even sorry.
"Dean!" Castiel's distraught voice shook Dean from his slumber and had him racing across the bunker, gun gripped tightly in his fist.
"Cas?" Dean said, busting through the kitchen door only to find Cas still in his silk pajamas with no sign of injury, "Cas, what's wrong?"
His boyfriend just stood in front of the refrigerator unblinkingly, staring into freezer with wide, panicked eyes, "They're—They're gone. Dean, they're gone."
"What is?" Dean asked in confusion, slowly lowering his gun when it became obvious there was no threat.
"My smoothie popsicles," Cas whispered in horror, and Dean groaned in exasperation, "Dean, there was at least half a box last night!"
"You and Sam inhaled them all this afternoon during that sissy Disney movie marathon, remember?" Dean reminded him with a tired sigh, rubbing a hand over his face in silent frustration, "Look, I'll get you some more tomorrow. Just come back to bed."
"Dean, I always have a mango popsicle before I go to bed." Castiel declared with a scowl, and wow, Dean probably needed to stage an intervention for the guy soon because this shit was seriously unhealthy.
In response, Dean just smirked, saying in his slow, deliberate 'sex voice,' "Hey, if you want a popsicle so bad, I have one you can taste..."
"If that innuendo is a suggestion to sex, I'm not interested," Castiel said, causing Dean's shoulders to sag, "Dean, we have to go to the store."
He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Okay, after we have breakfast in the morning, I'll—"
"Now." Castiel said firmly, slamming the freezer door shut and staring at him with a stern, steady gaze, "I can't sleep without ice cream, Dean. I can't."
"Cas," Dean groaned, "Come on, it's too late for this shit."
"Dean, please." Just one look at those big puppy dog eyes (which looked so similar to Sam's that Dean was utterly convinced the two assholes had been swapping notes).
Dean sighed and brooded (because men don't pout goddammit; they brood), "Fine. Just go wait in the Impala. I'll be out in a minute."
The smile of pure delight and gratitude that lit up on Castiel's face almost made up for all the sweet, blissful sleep he was missing.
Almost.
After he got dressed, he stumbled out of his room and walked towards the exit. Sam—who was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of milk like a total pussy—sluggishly raised an eyebrow at him, stating with a long yawn, "Dude, it's two o'clock in the morning."
Dean sighed and simply said in explanation, "Cas."
A slow smirk found its way on Sam's sleepy face, "Dude, you are so whipped."
Dean wanted to argue—to deny his claim and say he wore the pants in the relationship, thank you very much—but all lies died in his throat. Instead he just nodded sadly and made his way to the door, grumbling, "Yeah, I know."
Even half asleep, Sam still managed to look smug.
"Here," Dean said as he opened the car door and thrown Cas the box of popsicles, rolling his eyes as Castiel tore into the box like he was a starving man being handed a four course meal, "Jesus, you're like a chick on her period." Cas just replied with a small, sheepish smile and hesitantly offered him a grape popsicle.
Dean sighed but accepted the peace treaty, unwrapping the frozen treat and taking a hesitant lick, "Yeah, well...I guess you could be a lot worse."
Hell, at least he wasn't as bad as Sam.
They stayed up for an additional hour lounging in the kitchen and finishing off the rest of the box (with only mild brain freezes, Dean was proud to admit).
"I love you, Dean." Cas said sincerely as soon as he finished devouring his fifth mango popsicle.
Despite his pressing exhaustion and frozen mind, Dean smirked, replying quietly, "Back at ya, Sweetheart." Cas smiled and leaned in, kissing Dean softly and chastely on the lips. The kiss tasted like sweet corn syrup and artificial flavors, and it made Dean's heart and sweet tooth ache with delicious satisfaction.
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