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[aishitara]

PB100 Prompt Fill - Slouched

When Castiel returns to the living room, Dean is slouched into the couch cushions, remote clutched loosely in a half-open fist on his thigh. Eyes closed, belly rising and falling with his peaceful breaths, his head tips back at a pinchy angle.

Before Castiel can touch him, Dean startles himself awake with a soft snore, blinking hard in an endearing daze. His green eyes land on Castiel and crinkle immediately at the corners: spiderwebbing proof of years of joy, of laughter. Lightness. All the wonderful things Dean deserves.

“Hey, sunshine,” Dean rumbles, soft, reaching for Castiel. “C’mere, I wanna snuggle.”

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Update

(in which Charlie correctly interprets Dean's hesitation lol)

“Alright Winchester, spill!” Charlie says, voice unnecessarily loud for such an ungodly hour. Dean pulls the phone away from his ear with a wince. He hasn’t even had his coffee yet.

“Charlie, what —”

“I want an update! You stayed over, didn’t you?”

“Well yeah, but —”

“But nothing! Spill. The. Tea!”

Dean glances over his shoulder to where Cas is still lying asleep behind him on the bed, only his unruly hair poking out from under the comforter.

“Okay, Charles, keep it down.” He takes a breath. “We may have — uh.”

Charlie’s squeal could probably be heard on the freaking moon.

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Blow

“No thanks,” Dean says to the joint Cas holds out to him. “’S too harsh for me.”

Cas exhales slowly, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth, eyes on Dean’s face, head tilted.

“Wanna shotgun?” he asks, rumbly.

Dean blinks.

“Mellows it out a bit,” Cas explains. “I’d inhale, then exhale into your — well, it’s like an open-mouthed kiss —”

Dean’s eyes drop magnetically to Cas’, still moving as Cas speaks, buzzing between Dean’s ears where his brain ought to be.

“Y-yeah,” he hears himself agree through the static. He licks his lips and Cas watches, hungry. “Let’s do it.”

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Boring

Doodling, spaced far out of this lecture, Castiel steals another glance at the guy sitting two rows down and a seat over from him in the large classroom. He checks his work and glances up again, only to find his gaze returned.

Shit. Caught.

Ducking his head, Castiel tries to tune back into the lecture but can’t focus, until a loud voice yells over the droning at the front of the hall, “Boring!”

The room erupts into titters and the (admittedly dull) professor snaps, “See me after class, Winchester!”

Meanwhile, green eyes turn back up to Castiel, sparkling with mischief.

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Jam

Dean normally doesn’t sweat it when him an’ Cas get close. They’re best friends and Dean’s always been a physically affectionate guy, and Cas has certainly never raised any objections to, say, Dean sprawling across his lap whenever he’s over to play video games.

But Dean has never been jammed into a literal closet with Cas, who also happens to be the person Dean thinks about kissing the most.

With Cas’ body pressing up against his in the dark, Dean’s own heating with the contact, he doesn’t know whether to strangle Sam or hug him for shoving them in here.

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Snipe

There they go again, with the snipping and the sniping. Verbal battles left and right and driving Sam up the wall.

Seriously. They never quit.

Sam had been scrolling mindlessly through one of his newsfeeds so he has no clue what set them off this time. But he knows Dean’s pigtail-pulling behaviors, better than he likes. He sees what’s going on.

When the bickering gets so heated, Cas — Cas! — snaps at the waitress, Sam just can’t take it anymore.

“Oh, my god, would you two just kiss already?”

They drive the entire rest of the way home in blessed silence.

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Screen

Dean stares at the cracked screen of his phone as he squeezes the power button.

“C’mon,” he mutters, heart thudding, nearly sobbing when the phone boots up, spiderwebbed glass notwithstanding.

Tears sting his eyes. Thank fuck.

Everything is digital these days, but Dean’s a dinosaur who loves photos he can hold in his hands, keep in the box with his private treasures.

There’s a picture on this phone he never got a print of, and if he’d lost it —

He looks down at Cas’ stern face, stored in ones and zeroes, and a tear slips free.

The screen goes dark.

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PB 100 Prompt Fill - Challenge

Nobody knows better than Dean that life is unpredictable. It’s fucking chaos! The challenge is to stand amidst that chaos with grace.

Plenty’a people can do it.

Most of the time, Dean’s people.

But not today.

He slams Baby’s brakes and she fishtails across the road. Him and Sam are thrown around but are unharmed as the Impala skids to a stop in front of Cas, his arms outstretched as if to catch the car.

The shock on his face matches the jolt in Dean’s chest.

Dean shouts, “What the fuck!” before jumping out to catch Cas in a hug.