I had seen a prompt and it went something like : "Your OTP pairing live in the same building and use the elevator almost daily. Due to a misunderstanding, one of them believes the other speaks an entirely different language leading to them talking about the other over the phone with a friend and hilarity ensues." In short, Dean and Castiel take the apartment elevator almost daily to get to work. Dean thinks Castiel doesn't speak English and talks about the "Sexy Russian with Ocean Blue Eyes" to his best friend, Charlie.
Words: 2317, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester Friendship, Castiel & Charlie Bradbury Friendship, Charlie Bradbury & Sam Winchester Friendship
read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/3729691
by LetMeBeYourWings1995
I wrote this a couple years ago on my fanfiction account for Thanksgiving and I felt I should share this with the rest of y'all. Basically Kevin's alive, Charlie lives with them, and cute little established Destiel.
Words: 1089, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran
Today at work, I got stopped by a customer who honestly said "Can I ask you a question?"
I go "Yeah?"
"Do you want to go out on a date?"
I never even freaking seen this guy, so I go "No."
"Why?"
"Because I am to become a nun." (I'm not, but like.... dude no.) So we're like talking for a little big longer and I finally go. "Anything else I can help you with." in the most bored voice I can manage.
"No..."
Then one of my (very pretty/cute) coworkers walks by, and she winks at me and I wink back. So this guy goes. "Are you sure you're not gay?"
So I pull out my knowledge from Tumblr and go. "No, I'm asexual, meaning I feel no sexual attraction to anyone." then I sigh and ask "Anything else?" sounding annoyed.
"Oh, no... thanks."
So I walk off and tell my coworker and manager and they glance to where the guy is and they recognize him. Apparently, he was known for stalking the girls who worked at my work. AND he was talking to my sister the day before, and he apparently asked her out too! The two managers walk up to him and tell him to leave while my coworkers are escorting me to the break room, and making sure my sister is at the front where everyone can see her. I was trying my hardest to play it cool in the break room. I was instructed to not leave the break room until one of the managers came to get me.
Finally, one of the managers comes to get me and we talk for a little bit, I thank him, and he brushes it off. I then go to customer service where I was met by one of my coworkers fuming. I tell her that it's okay now that the bad guy is gone. She then tells me that, they had gotten rid of him within the first like two minutes of me being in the break room, but then this idiot comes back and demands to see a manager (to the manager's faces and they were both like "We're the mangers, you monkey with rabies."). Monkey with rabies then says that he has a right to talk to my sister and I that way, and it's not fair because she and I dress so nicely (his word for 'sexy' I guess. (but she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and I was barely giving him the time of day.)) we're begging him to talk to us.
When I heard that I was like "DRAG HIS SAGGY BUTT BACK IN HERE BECAUSE HE'S ASKING FOR A CONCUSSION FOR EVEN THINKING HE HAS A CHANCE WITH ME OR MY SISTER. I WILL BREATHE FIRE ON HIS FACE. WHERE IS HE? BRING ME HIS HEAD."
Latte: List three aspects of your personality that you love.
Loyal
Friendly
Kind
Kopi: Describe an incident when you tried something new.
This is so long, but it’s worth it I promise…
So my family decided to go camping and the camp ground said that they had a large body of water where we could go fishing. So mom was all excited about it. She bought juice pouches, and cute little trinkets, and all these cool things so that we were excited to go camping too. We had a whole week set out for us and planned.
We got there and my little brother was complaining that his bladder hurt a whole lot (meaning he was tired of peeing) and he was really thirsty. Mom just told him to drink water and then we went swimming, then after we would go fishing. For whatever reason, mom and dad were thinking that we would be able to catch our dinner. Yeah… that didn’t happen. We were talking to the guy who ran the grounds (he freaked me out because he smelled weird and had a crooked eye) that we had to go all the way past the line of tents because the fish got scared away from the vibrations. The next best thing was to rent a boat and sail out there. (Yah, no.)
My family is now past civilization, on the edge of a murkey lake, with someone who needs to pee frequently because he keeps drinking water because he’s thirsty. This probably wasn’t the best idea for my family, but we went with it. Little brother did have to run to the bushes a couple of times the first few hours to releive himself. It wasn’t until about three hours into fishing, that I notice a very large cloud coming towards us. I make mention of it and mom says “Okay, let’s just wait ten more minutes.”
Twenty minutes later, it’s pouring. Instead of doing the sane thing and going back to our tent mom keeps telling us “It’ll stop, give it ten more minutes.”
An hour later, I just roll up my fishing stuff, fishless, and walk to the camp ground. My family followed. We walk into the shop, with our clothes stuck to our bodies (btw, I was wearing a white tee shirt, so that was embarrassing) and shivering. Mom asks if we could order a pizza using his phone because hers was still in the tent. He agrees while we all take showers (cold showers because apparently the heating gets cranky when it’s in the middle of a storm). Mom had the bright idea to go run and shove our clothes in bags and bring them to us. We stayed in this game room with nothing to read except for the trashy novels you’d find at a check out counter at the grocery store. (I read one it was horrible.) And we waited for the storm to pass.
The storm passes and we all decide to just relax for the rest of the day. We deserve it. Then we got word that our tent was on a hill, and that the mudslide hadn’t gotten to us just yet but it should be fine unless we get another rainstorm.
An hour later it starts drizzling. My little brother at this point has actually been unable to go to the bathroom without feeling pain. And my book that I was reading AND enjoying got wet.
What do we do? Go to sleep.
Around maybe three or four in the morning, our tent had decided to pool water at the roof of our little dwelling. It was raining so hard that there was a lot of water pooling, and our tent poles decided “Lol, I’m not going to tent pole anymore!” and snapped in half, and in the process ripping a hole open in the roof of the tent.
All the water, fell on me. If you have ever been woken up with cold water being dumped on you, you will agree with me that you would never ever want to be woken up that way again. Because you’re so comfortable and warm, and then BAM ”Good morning! Life sucks! Your little brother can’t control his bladder anymore! AND YOU’RE NOW ALL WET WITH COLD AND DIRTY RAINWATER, CONGRATULATIONS!”
I would like to inform you all that I was stoic in the situation, that I calmly woke up my family, and then proceeded to sing Kumbaya while waiting for the storm to pass.
I let out the most high pitched scream I have ever screamed in my life.
Which caused the youngest little sister (sleeping in between my other sister and I) to freak out and practically punch the other sister. That yelp in pain plus my scream cause my parents to wake up and then my brother to sit up and go “I need to go to the bathroom!”
We all were screaming Hail Mary’s waiting for the storm to pass. It must have sounded like we were doing an exorcism.
We figured out after the storm the good news and bad news.
Good news: the tent behind us was protecting us from the impending mudslide.
Bad news: Not only does our tent have a hole in it, but the mudslide wasn’t going to be stalled for long, and it’s now four thirty in the morning.
We packed up what items we could and then crammed them into the van and then crawled on top of each other to sit down in our van. We turned on the weather radio only to learn that another rainstorm was heading out way. We decide that we are going to go find a hotel room and pass out there for an hour and then go back and pack up our tent.
Surprisingly, there wasn’t a decent hotel that was pay by hour. So we had to call crooked eye guy to let us into one of the cabins on the camp ground. He gave it to us free of charge when my mother then mentioned that my little brother had no pants or shorts now because he had used them all and was now going to borrow my baggy booty shorts.
We all got as much sleep as we could, and then two hours later, because I’m the eldest, my dad dragged me out to take down the tent. We had to deflate the air mattresses, roll up what sleeping bags and pillows we left behind, and try to avoid trailing mud into the tent. (Didn’t happen.)
It was around nine in the morning when my mom calls my dad and says that now my little brother is throwing up. So we decide to ditch all of our plans, cut our losses, and go back home. As it turns out, my little brother’s pancreas decided not to pancreas anymore. He had developed Diabetes.
And that first camping trip was so much fun we decided to keep camping.
