title: doing something together (a.k.a. the one with magic pirates)

Dean flourishes a red-checked shirt as though I am a bull. "Hello, Dean." My head tilt asks the question for me.

"We're going on a picnic."

"Why?"

"You're not allowed to ask why we're going on a date. People go on dates all the time, we don't need reasons."

"Okay, no need to sound so defensive." I smile. "Do I need to get changed?"

"No. It's just a picnic."

"Calm down, Dean. I'm not going to break up with you if it's a bad date."

He shrugs. "You don't know how bad it could be. You've tasted my cooking before."

"You act like you've made something more than sandwiches."

He raises eyebrows. "Oh ye of little faith."

"You made more than sandwiches?"

"Technically, no. But they're sausage sandwiches. Actually, yeah, can we go now? They won't be so nice lukewarm."

I laugh. "Okay."

He hooks his arm through the backpack on the counter, and his other arm links with mine. "I hope you don't mind that we don't have the right blanket. I packed your star gazing one, though."

"We can't use the star gazing blanket in broad daylight, Dean! How dare you suggest a blanket could be useful in more than one circumstance?" I gasp theatrically.

"I hate you."

"I love you, too."

We walk past the Impala. "Dean, are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah, why?" He sounds wary.

"You're choosing to walk?"

"Shut up, we're only going to the park."

"She's going to think you don't love her!"

"It's only 5 minutes away, let it go."

I pretend to blink back tears and sniff. "I'm so proud."

"I regret this already. I found a red checked shirt. I cooked sausages. Can't you just be grateful?"

"You wouldn't think I was me if I let you get away with anything without a little light-hearted teasing."

"It would be nice, though."

"You'd miss me."

"Ah… maybe." He grins at me.

"You tease me just as much as I tease you. You can't complain. Plus, you wouldn't function without me. You thought the forks intermingled with the spoons." I shake my head dramatically.

"You're not going to let that go, are you?"

"You still haven't let the dinosaur t-shirt incident go, so no."

"I'll have to find more material on you, then." He grins.

"That'll be difficult. I never make mistakes."

"Gabriel would beg to differ."

"You wouldn't."

Dean starts to whistle.

"Your oh-I'm-so-innocent act doesn't work on me, Winchester. I know he scares you."

"He does no such thing."

"Of course not."

"Okay, we're here now, so I can change the subject. Look at those beautiful trees!"

I kiss him on the cheek with a grin. "Fix the blanket, Romeo."

Dean gives me an unamused look, only slightly ruined by his smile. He brandishes the blanket and spreads it on the ground. "After you, your highness."

"Thank you, handmaiden."

He casts his eyes skyward. "Eat your sandwich and like it."

"I'm sure I will." I grin. "No one does sausage like you."

"Can I give up on dating forever or am I too young?"

"Not too young if you're okay with staying celibate forever."

"Or I could just stay with you."

"Not if you say 'just'. Plus, I enjoy the occasional time in which to mock you mercilessly."

He shakes his head. "This is what I get for trying to keep romance alive."

I put my sandwich down and kiss him, square on the mouth. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up. It's working. Now let it be."

He blinks innocently; I can almost feel his eyelashes on my cheekbones. "I never said I was trying to cheer you up."

"I know your scheming look."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do. Shut up, accept my thanks, and eat your sandwich."

"Yes, sir." He takes a bite. "It's a good day for a picnic. I'm quite proud."

"What, did you choose the weather?"

"Yeah, I rang up the weatherman this morning and asked him for a favour."

"The weatherman doesn't control the weather."

"The ones on TV don't, but I know the real one. Once saved his life, so he owed me a favour."

"Really? How did you save it?"

"It's a really long story."

"If it involves pirates in any way, then I want to hear it."

"How did you know?"

"I took a lucky guess."

"Okay, so you want to hear?"

"How could I not?"

"Exactly. Okay, we went to school together. He was the weird kid, he always smelt like ozone, you know? And he'd occasionally come to school dripping wet, even when we were in the middle of a drought. He also had this huge crush on me, but who can blame him really?"

"Exactly, you were at your absolute peak in school."

"This was after the braces. Shut up. In any case, we never really talked, but once I was just walking for help, and I heard this really, really girly scream for help, so of course I burst into action – anything for a lovely lady. I turn the corner, and there's this huge boat… which was insane, it was a pretty small river. Anyway, I saw someone attacking the weatherman, and I managed to figure out that it was a pirate wizard. You've heard of them, right?"

"Hasn't everyone?"

"Right! I reached into my backpack for what I always carry with me, the one thing a pirate wizard cannot defeat… a lollipop."

"Oh, come on! That's just unrealistic. No one carries a lollipop around all the time, not even Gabe!"

Dean holds up a finger with a smug smirk, and pulls a lollipop out of his bag. "I'd eat it, but this is the bag I used to use for school. I'm not sure what else has been in the bottom of this bag with it since school."

"You put our lunch in that bag without trusting it? Should I worry about food poisoning?"

"No! I made sure it was well-wrapped. We should be safe."

"Should be."

"It tastes fine. Now should I get on with the story or not?"

"Go on. But if I die, I'm having you blamed on my gravestone."

"Hah, as if. I'm deciding what goes on that."

"Have fun getting Gabe to agree with that."

"I'll just kill him, too, then; I know he can't resist food. Now shh! I'm telling a story!" He pauses for a second, with a finger on his chin, to figure out where he was. "So, as I was running around the corner, I pull out the lollipop, unwrap it and throw it as hard as I can, straight into the pirate wizard's eye. He screamed and fell back into the river. The others looked like they'd come off board, but I gave them my most menacing look and they just sailed away as fast as they could." He shrugs modestly.

I hold back a laugh.

"The weatherman practically professed his love for me there and then. I told him not to mention it, because I didn't want anyone to think I liked him. It would impact my ability to get girls, you know?" We grin at each other. "But he wouldn't let me go until he told me he owed me a favour. He never forgot that; when I called him, I only had to say my name until he was practically begging to help me."

"Yes, that makes perfect sense. And I think your favour was used in a very worthy cause."

"Oh yeah, I can't think of a single better way to spend it. I mean, I could save lives or something, but nah. The weather for this one date is way more important."

"Absolutely. I'd leave you if the weather sucked, and that would be way worse than multiple people we don't know dying."

"Exactly."

"You got any other food in that lovely school bag of yours?"

"Well, I have the lollipop, if you want it."

"I'd love it." He holds it out to me. I take it and throw it towards the bin. I miss, but it's the thought that counts.

"Hey! What if we run into pirate wizards?"

"We better go shopping before we go near any rivers."

"Yeah, we probably should stock up."

I give him a look. "You wouldn't be Dean if you didn't have some form of dessert in there."

"Well, this is awkward." He pulls a face.

"Dean."

"No, I've been meaning to tell you for a while. My name is actually… Fred. It's nice to meet you."

I give him a look.

He gives me a look.

My look wins. "Okay, yeah, I have pie."

I smile. "Well, you're sharing."

"You're no fun."

"I could tell a story involving pirate wizards."

"No, I've already told you one of those, it'd be boring. You have no imagination, geesh."

"I love you, too."

He smiles at me over his shoulder as he grabs the pie and cutlery.

"This was all wrapped up, too?"

"Yes, mother."

"We need to get you a new bag."

"Or we could clear this one out."

"Do you really want to reach into the bottom of that?"

He looks, then pulls a face. "Wow, I think you've just done the impossible and put me off my pie."

"Doubtful."

He looks at the pie. "Nope, I still want the pie."

I grin. "There's the Dean I know."

"I told you, I'm Fred. I'd like it if you called me by my real name."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't."

this prompt was the most pathetically vague thing of all. doing something together. really? it's an otp challenge. they're practically supposed to be together for the whole thing.

also, i forgot what people do together that isn't going to the cinema or watching dvds together. i had to text a friend. i just didn't like this prompt. i hope that doesn't reflect in my writing of it.