Love when I can't tell if a friend is lowkey trying to be weird at me or if they're just Being A Guy™ and I'm paranoid lmao

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Love when I can't tell if a friend is lowkey trying to be weird at me or if they're just Being A Guy™ and I'm paranoid lmao
Coffee and a Crisis
Fandom/Ship: the Flash (Arrowverse) - ColdFlash/Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, background ships (Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, Mick Rory/Caitlin Frost)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2,111
Warnings and Tags: fluff, first dates, spying, protective friends, getting together, an attempt at humor, no oculus explosion, Len lived, prompt fic, background ships,
Summary: Barry had made a deal with himself after hearing about Leonard's close brush with death. He had wanted to say something after he'd last seen him, but he'd never gotten the chance. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.
Author Note: Written for the @fanficocean's April Coffee Shop Challenge and the prompts: Spying on someone's First Date + First Dates Happy Reading!
Read a snipping from, Coffee and a Crisis, Rated Teen, below or in full on my Ao3.
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me: no, i don't have trust issues.
also me:
No because "Warlic calls it guilt." took like 10 years off my lifespan. That shit was earth-shattering.
Bek helping El paint The Great Wave for the art gallery, this could be a date if you squint
O God Why
[Crack fic 101: always write at 3am and edit the next morning.]
Introducing Cas to the circle game had been… not his greatest idea. After a few moments to absorb the information Cas had nodded solemnly, pat him on the shoulder and then...
Well then he'd won.
Just moved his hand down to touch Dean’s arm with his thumb and forefinger making a little ring. Much swearing had then occurred, with Dean trying to get Cas back for fifteen solid minutes until giving up, refusing to play and leaving.
He'd returned with a win of his own a few hours later after brining Cas coffee. Cas had laughed and Dean thought that might be it.
Until Sam had to go and get involved and it had turned into all out war.
He kept waiting for the novelty to wear off. Or for Sam to give up. Or for either one of them to tire but they were fucking relentless.
Stubborn assholes the both of them, and he should have seen it coming considering they were both the most patient people he knew, utterly refusing to stop, surrender, or call it a draw.
He was in the kitchen making a black coffee, wondering if he should be making something stronger when Cas announced his presence and waited for confirmation.
“He's not in here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Partly because if he were here I wouldn't be,” Dean sighed to his distorted reflection in the coffee pot as he waited for the machine to make its miracle liquid.
Cas entered the room keeping his back squarely to the door. “He's not won again yet.”
“Hurray. I'll alert the press.”
“Of course neither have I and with the last draw still under dispute-”
“It's not up for dispute, you didn't get one!” comes a jovial yell from the corridor as footsteps draw closer and then retreat again.
“As I was saying-”
“Yes, you're at a stalemate. I know. This isn't new. Do I look like I care?” he wondered if Cas was even listening or too busy planning his next move.
Three days. They had been trying to avoid looking at each other for three freaking days. It made living with them unbearable, he was currier, message giver, and neutral zone central. They both spent anytime they were in the same room looking at the ceiling to avoid being caught out. He'd even caught Sam trying to do calculations on where would be best to rig a hidden mirror on the ceiling of the library.
And the week before that which had involved increasingly loud - and apparently hilarious - disagreements and encounters had been exhausting in itself.
“If you helped me win we could move on.”
“If I helped you win I'd then be stuck with Sam wanting to get one over on you. There is no winning here.”
Dean poured his coffee and breathed in the heady aroma. Coffee was his new best friend. Coffee was his family. Just him and coffee from now until eternity. Well, maybe a few thousand brief flings with the whisky bottle on the side.
“I do believe you owe me,” Cas said.
He looked up with a start to find Cas's fingers making a perfect little "O" on the kitchen table, held out below Cas's hip.
“Gotcha.”
“I'm not playing!”
“Well, you're not winning.”
“Can't this be over? When will my suffering end?”
If he joined Cas's side it would at least end this little interaction. He walked close enough for Cas to give a perfunctory punch to his shoulder.
“Hold out your hand.” he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and drew up his conversation with Sam.
One picture. One “Cas says hi.” later.
He waited.
“Dammit Dean, not fair!” came the shout and footsteps running through the hall. Cas slipped out in the opposite direction wearing an ungodly smirk with a spring in his step.
Dean would never find peace. He shook the bag of powdered coffee grounds and weighed his options. He was going to need a lot more caffeine.
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