Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
So if walking around a chain of supermarket that you work at (about five minutes away from the store I work at) in bright yellow bunny ears, a Phan shirt and a plush Lucifer rose while looking completely dead inside doesn't make me weird as hell, I don't know what does.
I'm also thinking that I made a bad move giving Dean and Cas kids, because I feel that this series was so much better when Zoey and Robbie weren't in the picture (as Guest aka SociopathicAngel said, there was a lot more substance in my prompts when I didn't have to worry about them). And between that and jacksepticeye killing his Sim kids and making me laugh my ass off, I'm starting to think that no kids is the best option in general XD
Thanks to KAL (no, I am not ending with wimpy Cas), mollienaturerocks, Starrya47 and RangerHorseTug for your reviews :)
236. Sense
"Okay, man, what's up?" Dean demanded.
"Nothing," Cas said. "Why would anything be wrong?"
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Don't give me that crap, Cas. I know you and something's up."
"Nothing's wrong, Dean."
"Cas, so help me, if you don't tell me –"
"What? Tell you about how useless I am? Tell you about how I've been kidnapped and used as a hostage so many times that nobody would ever tell that I used to be an angel?"
Dean gaped.
"You're not useless, Cas!"
"Really? Because I seem to be incapable of protecting myself and those I love –"
Dean cut him off by shoving him onto the bed.
"You," he growled, straddling Cas' hips. "Are. Not. Useless. You got that? You've saved my ass and Sam's ass so many times and we've saved yours. It's how we roll."
"But –"
"How many times have Sam and I been kidnapped and used against each other? You're part of the family, Cas. That's just what happens."
"Not when I was an angel! I used to be a near-unbeatable angel of the Lord and now –"
"Now you're my angel, Cas. Mine. And I'm not letting you go for anyone. So if you get kidnapped a few more times, so what? I'll always come for you. And you'll always come for me if I'm in deep crap. That's how we do things. You're just as useless as me and Sam. Got it?"
Cas didn't answer, so Dean cupped his face, leaned down and pressed their lips together. Cas froze, resisting for a moment, before melting into the kiss and reaching up to grip Dean by the biceps.
"You're not useless, angel," Dean growled when they separated. "You got that? Did I kiss some sense into you?"
Cas finally met his gaze. Dean wanted to kiss him again at the look in his blue eyes.
"If you say so, Dean."