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Oh my god, your Chinese handwriting is also really nice??

not trueeeee i really hate my chinese handwriting??? it looks so childish!

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A DeanCas Big Bang 2015 fic Written by: silentwings4, Art by: stardustpaths

Summary: Dean Winchester is homeless, with too much pride to ask for help and no way to better his situation. Castiel Novak volunteers for his church and feels oddly drawn towards Dean. A strange friendship sparks between the two, Castiel seeming dead set on trying to understand Dean’s situation and helping him, to the reluctant acceptance of a man who doesn’t have much left to lose. This friendship progresses into something else and all the pieces slowly fall into place, but there’s more to work through than either anticipates.

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Seamus and Dean more than likely went to the Quidditch World Cup together.

Dean had probably read about all of the most interesting Cups since he first learned of the Magic World’s favorite sport, but thought it impossible that he’d actually be able to see one.

Of course Seamus knew that Dean would love the Ireland vs. Bulgaria match, so he convinced his mother to get an extra ticket when she ordered them, and quickly sent an owl to the Thomas household about ‘having an extra ticket if Dean wanted it no big deal’.

Unfortunately, since the tickets were bought last minute, Mrs. Finnigan was unable to get a bigger tent, so they were stuck trying to sort the three people attending into two bedrooms.

Dean and Seamus would totally act like it was no problem if they had to share a bed, but both of them were slightly overjoyed that they’d be spending the last week or two of summer break in such close proximity, though neither would admit that to the other for years.

And when Ireland won the game, if they partied a little too hard and fell asleep, exhausted in each other’s arms, Mrs. Finnigan wouldn’t mention it but would definitely be shipping her son and his best friend on the down-low, because it was impossible to view the way they looked at one another and feel that it was 100% platonic.

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Sam sat in the backseat of his father’s Impala the night after his seventh grade year had ended. His family had invited some friends to a cookout to celebrate the beginning of summer break. Of course, this meant that the Novak family was in attendance, and Dean and Castiel were at it again. Sam wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but there was something in that friendship that wasn’t entirely platonic.

Mary had, in her scramble to buy enough food to feed an army (meaning the Novak family’s several children in addition to others that were invited), completely forgotten to grab hot-dog buns. Dean, being the upstanding son that he was (yeah, right) had offered to drive his dad’s car—which he lusted after probably as much as Sam assumed he lusted after Castiel—to the nearest grocer to get some.

Sam was kind of bitter as they drove out of the cul-de-sac, since he had very loudly called shotgun the second he heard about the trip, and was currently sitting in the back seat. Castiel sat in the passenger seat, listening to some dumb joke and giving Dean a gummy smile when he delivered the punchline. It was disgusting to watch these two idiots play their perverted love game in the form of longing stares and unspoken tension.

If Dean hadn’t already driven a good way from their house, Sam would consider tucking and rolling and going straight home to avoid the tangible yearning that he was sure would come from this ten minute trip to Ingles.

The two would be seniors in the fall, but they spoke as if they forgot that their high school careers would be over in a year. Dean was considering applying for a summer job, and Castiel mentioned that Harvelle’s Roadhouse would be a great place to apply. Sam knew that if Dean even mentioned wanting a job to Ellen she would put him to work in a heartbeat, but Dean said that if he got a job he wanted to do it without relying on connections.

Cas had stolen a beer from one of the coolers and was opening it to take a sip, despite if they got pulled over for any reason Dean would be getting some kind of ramification. Dean reached like he wanted to take a drink from the can but Sam slapped his raised hand. He didn’t care how weak the alcohol, he would not watch his brother drink and drive.

They reached the Ingles and took a parking place out front, in a line of other cars eight or so from the entrance. It was only six o’clock so Sam assumed that a lot of people were out to buy dinner. Cas announced that he was staying in car while Dean ran in for the hot-dog buns and Sam unbuckled but just stretched out his limbs along the seat.

Dean left the keys in the ignition since it was reaching 85°F outside and the air conditioning was running. They watched him disappear into the entrance and Cas turned the radio up. He took a sip from the beer can and a smirk fell across his features.

“What do you think he’d do if we just drove away?” He laughed, and Sam opened his mouth as he tried to imagine his brother’s reaction.

“He would freak out!” And that little, evil voice at the back of mind couldn’t wait to see this happen. “But where would we go, we need to be back at the house in a few.”

“We’ll just park it out back, that way we can drive up after he calls us screaming.” Cas handed his drink to Sam and slid across the front seat. Sam had a slight reservation against letting Cas drive even the short distance to the back of the store after having some alcohol, but he was backing out of the parking space before he could say anything. They parked the car after less than half a minute of driving on the side of the building, laughing hysterically.

Sam could just see Dean’s face when he realized his precious car was gone. He’d probably drop the bags as he reached for his phone; would he call Sam or Cas first? If it was Sam he’d tell his brother that he and Cas were on their way to Vegas.

Sam watched his friend in the rear-view mirror, the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled at his prank. There was no way that this boy didn’t reciprocate Dean’s obvious feelings for him. They’d been inseparable for as long as Sam could remember. He’d heard the story from Mary at least thirty times: that the second the Winchesters had moved into the neighborhood Dean had introduced himself to the short boy with the wide blue-eyes watching him from over the fence.

They’d been the same age and after Dean invited him to see his new room (that he was totally going to paint blue and it was going to look even cooler than it already did) and play with his hot-wheels, Mary had known this friendship would last forever. And over ten years later, Mary’s words were still true.

Sam honestly just wished that they would get their heads out of their asses and admit that they loved each other because basically everyone could see it except for those two. The ‘no homo’ crap was getting so old since absolutely no one believed that their relationship would end in being anything but homo. Or something else on the spectrum of sexuality, Sam wasn’t going to judge as long as they quit tiptoeing around each other.

Cas had moved back into the passenger seat and taken his drink back, and seemed to be just as deep in thought as Sam was. Would this finally be the summer that one of them would confess their love? Or could they at least do it before their senior year? Sam just wanted his brother to be happy, okay, and it was so obvious that he was the most happy when Castiel was at his side (okay being around Charlie would also put a smile on Dean’s face but not the way Cas could).

The driver’s door opened and Dean threw two brown bags filled with packs of hot-dog buns over the seat. Cas’ eyebrows drew together. “How did you find the car?”

“The guy parked next to us told me that you moved it.”

“What?” Sam squeaked, resentful that their prank was ruined. Dean probably didn’t even have a chance to panic before being told of what happened. Ugh, how dare that guy ruin his and Cas’s fun.

As they drove back towards the cul-de-sac, Cas’s smile hadn’t wavered. “It would’ve been a really good prank, though, don’t you think?”

“Sure, Cas, giving me a heart attack over losing my dad’s car would’ve been hilarious,” Dean said with a smile and a playful voice.

One of these days, Sam was literally going to throw up with how disgusting these two were. But first, he would have to get them to admit their feelings, and that would probably be more difficult two grizzly bears to share a salmon. Actually, Sam would prefer to mediate the grizzlies—at least he had a bit of a chance of accomplishing his mission.

Of course, the grizzlies could find other salmon, and Sam could tell that no substitute could be made for Dean or Castiel when it came to love. Gross.

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You're so prettyyyyy!

you’re too sweet and im blushing. thank you! x

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Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly then send this to your 10 favorite followers. (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool)

aw, you're awesome, thank you. <3

1. i have an open mind towards things (?)

2. i'm good at math? at some points

3. idk my eyes are always complimented so??

4. i'm a quick learner

5. i guess i have a decent singing voice?? hm