Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
So now we're winding down and we'll end this fic on 240, because my mind will niggle and nag and pretty much kill me if I don't end it evenly. Then I'll start my next drabble fic, which will be rated M for very good reason.
And Raven, I usually answer reviews by PM but I thought I'd answer yours here for everyone to see. My next drabble fic isn't as specific in prompts as this, since I practically custom-made and shuffled prompts around to create a Destiel story – whereas in the next one, they're things that can apply to most OTPs (you'll see what I mean). So yes, I can do Sabriel :) It will be after Destiel, though, which will end sometime in early June.
Also, this is what happens when you and your 14 year old best friend are in a mood *glares at friend*
Thanks to Raven Okumura, RangerHorseTug and Starrya47 for your reviews :)
238. Immature
"Dean, what are you doing?" Castiel sighed. After dropping Zoey and Robbie off at school, he had returned home to find Dean sitting at his laptop and snickering childishly.
"There was this post online," Dean grinned. "About taking singer and band names and making them totally sexual."
Castiel closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten.
"And just which bands have you…made sexual?" he said. Dean's grin widened.
"Mostly dark emo bands that kept popping up in these posts."
Knowing that he was going to regret this, Castiel sat down next to Dean.
"What did you do, Dean?"
"Okay, one, don't quote Llamas with Hats. That crap's weird, remember? And two, I will not apologise for art!"
"Dean, don't be a hypocrite and tell me what bands you altered."
Dean groaned exaggeratedly.
"Fine. My Chemical Erection. Penis! At the Disco. Pull Out Boy. Fleshknot. Linkin Parts. Green Spray. Imagine Dongs. Evanerection."
Castiel could feel a headache coming on.
"And then I got bored and went classic. The Rolling Balls. Michael Fapson. Elvis Peensley. Black Sabbutt. Metallicass. Led –"
"I think I understand, Dean," Castiel said acidly. Dean smirked at him. "You're nothing but an overgrown child."
"Butt," Dean sniggered. Castiel closed his eyes again.
"Why I married you, I don't know."
"Aww, you know you love me," Dean pouted. "What's not to love? I'm adorable."
Castiel pulled his glasses up so that he could rub his eyes. He jumped when he felt a hand grab his leg and begin to knead.
"We can go and make some sexual sounds of our own," Dean said suggestively with that smile he used when trying to get Castiel into bed. Castiel shifted away.
"It seems that all we ever do these days is have sex and look after Zoey and Robbie," he said. Dean sighed.
"Fine. We can go bake a pie together or something."
Castiel looked down.
"Dean, if you really want –"
"No, you're right, angel. Might be good for us to do something that doesn't involve our bed or our kids. You can pick the flavour if you want."
Castiel smiled at Dean and leaned in to kiss him.
"Make us some of your amazing burgers for lunch and I'll bake you the best apple pie in the world, beloved."
Dean's face lit up.
"Oh, I'll hold you to that, bumblebee."