When Cas Discovers CoffeeDean woke up from his sleep, startled by a crash. He grabbed the salt and gun by his bed and glanced over at his brother's: empty. "Sam? Sammy!"
Another crash. Dean ran into the kitchen. "Sam, are you -"
Sam was standing in the kitchen, cringing, as a blur of black and beige zipped across the room like the Tasmanian Devil.
"What the hell...? Is that a demon?"
Sam ducked as a lamp flew across the room and nearly hit his head, "Nope."
The tornado spun to a stop and there stood a nerdy tax accountant in a trenchcoat: the angel Castiel. Dean only shook his head. "What happened to you, Cas?"
Still shaking, Castiel answered quickly, "Coffee."
In a second he was gone from the room. Sam looked around confused before Cas appeared at another corner. And then he disappeared. And reappeared on the ceiling fan. Disappeared again, before showing up on the motel counter above the mini-fridge, which he opened with one wing and grabbed another iced coffee.
Dean sat helplessly in a chair, watching as Ca
Smoke, Fire, and PiePairing: Sam/Castiel
Any time that Castiel tried to participate in a human tradition, something went wrong. Now, he tilted his head in confusion while staring at the stove. It had taken longer than the cookbook had said and plumes of black smoke were starting to come out of the stove's side, the body of the turkey lost from Castiel's sight.
"Dean! Are human appliances supposed to smoke?"
"No, wh- CAS! Cas, what did you do?"
Dean pulled himself up from the couch where he was watching the Peanuts special and ran over to the kitchen. Before he could reach it, Castiel bolted out, grabbing Dean by the shoulder where he'd once left a hand print. The hunter and the angel made it out the door before they heard a small explosion.
"Damn it, Cas! Now you set the house on fire."
If Dean had been able to see Castiel's wings at the moment, he would have witnessed them droop in disappointment, sadly brushing the ground. All Sam had ever wanted was an apple pie life. And - now that Cro
Your Special GiftWarning: Real-person slash, PG/PG-13
Everyone laughed as Jared opened his Christmas present: plush moose horns strapped to a headband and a matching red nose.
"That's very funny, Jen. Very funny, thanks."
He hugged his best friend in gratitude for the gift, but kept his eyes on Misha. Dressed in a bright blue sweater and grinning like a madman, Misha was chatting it up with the rest of the cast. Jared didn't mind watching him. In fact, he loved to. But it was high time Misha turned those blue eyes toward him.
"Hey, Collins! Think fast," Jared said, tossing Misha's present towards him.
With a wink, Misha unwrapped the gift. The room got a bit quieter as he pulled out a watch with a black leather strap and expensive face. Misha frowned a bit. "We all said $50 and under. You didn't have to get me this."
Jared smiled and shrugged, "Hey, I wanted to. So where's my gift?"
Misha coughed awkwardly and ignored his question, turning to Mark and asking something about how it was to work on th