Destiel, 96 *drools over the angst options* *g*
((Just putting it out there that whatever I’ll come up with will always be so far from what you all expected…))
“I never thought you’d hurt mebut I was wrong. You hurt me the most.” Dean stared across thetable at his boyfriend in absolute disgust.
Castiel quirked an eyebrow as a softsmirk began to play across his face. “Sometimes, Dean, that is justhow luck goes.”
“Fuck you, man!” Dean threw hiscards down and stood up so fast he nearly knocked over the table.
“Dude!” Charlie grabbed thetable to keep the game from toppling on the floor.
“I Fucking trusted you! And thenyou’re the fucking Cylon?You made me believe my own brother was a Cylon!”
Sam shrugged. “He plays a good game. I actually had to check mycards to make sure I hadn’t read them wrong. Even I was beginningto think I was a Cylon.”
Castielshrugged. “May I point outthat Charlie was the one todeal the cards.”
“Ican’t believe you lied so well to me.” Dean slumped back into hischair and put a hand over his face dramatically. “It’s like Idon’t even know you.”
Everyone else at the table rolledtheir eyes. Dean and Castiel had been nigh inseparable since theywere 5.
“Well for the sake of comingclean, there’s only been one other thing I’ve ever lied to youabout.” Castiel took a dramatic pause. “Your potato salad isterrible”
Sam nodded “It’s really bland”
Charlie made a face “and thepotatoes are under cooked”
Jo shrugged. “Why do you alwaysthink I put so much pepper on it.”
Dean stared at his friends inhorror. “You’re all the worst.”
“Come on,” Castiel stood up andoffered a hand to Dean. “Do you all mind cleaning up? I think Deanand I have some things that we need to discuss.”
Dean crossed his arms over hischest, “I’m not going anywhere with a dirty Cylon.”
“Oh? But what if I…” Castielleaned in and whispered something absolutely filthy in Dean’s ear.
“Yup, all’s forgiven. See youguys.” Dean scrambled to his feet and followed Castiel out of thehouse.
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